On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Sun Cheng walked out of the room, leaving the door behind him wide open without any hesitation. He could see Yu Wangxi's big rice ball sitting crookedly on the bed with his back to the door, wrapped in a thick quilt.

"What's wrong? Do you want to get something or..." Sun Cheng was a little out of breath. The cuffs of his gray sweatshirt were rolled up to his forearms. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He looked like he had just finished exercising.

Chen Qian secretly observed them through Chi Mu's arm, but Sun Cheng's calm and carefree look was really different from what he had imagined.

He couldn't help but be stunned, with a question mark on his head, "Huh?"

"Huh?" Chi Mu suppressed his laughter and deliberately imitated Chen Qian's tone. He reached out and grabbed the person from behind him, and teased, "I really don't know what's going on in your head. Go change your clothes."

"Oh, okay." Chen Qian's face turned red again. He walked into the house with his head down, trying to cover his ears and steal the bell. As he walked, he glanced at the rice ball on the bed that was sobbing from time to time.

He walked to the wardrobe, thought for a moment, then turned and moved towards the rice ball.

"Wangwang?" Chen Qian poked Yu Dafantuan on the back.

Yu Dafantuan twitched violently twice, shook off Chen Qian's hand, and kept silent with a flat face as if in anger.

"Wangwang?" Chen Qian poked him again persistently.

"Liar!" Yu Wangxi snorted coldly, accusingly wrapping himself in the quilt and moving in the opposite direction of Chen Qian, muttering, "The temperature isn't dropping at all today."

"It's not going to get colder today? I must have seen it wrong." Chen Qian readily admitted his mistake, but he was not sincere enough.

Fortunately, Yu Wangxi was busy immersed in his own world of thoughts and did not notice his perfunctory attitude.

Chen Qian looked back at Sun Cheng, who was looking concerned. For a moment, he didn't know how he should continue to play his role, so he had to climb onto the bed and sit next to Yu Wangxi.

When standing, Chen Qian couldn't see Yu Wangxi's face.

Only when I sat down did I realize that Yu Wangxi's eyes were red, his face was wet and there was not a single clean spot, and he was holding a flattened toilet paper in his arms. The trash can beside the bed was already full.

He was silent for a while, then asked, "Wangwang, are you guys fighting again?"

"No." Yu Wangxi responded in a low voice, took a tissue and wiped his face, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"Then why are you crying?" Chen Qian looked at him in surprise, full of doubts.

Didn't they quarrel?

Then why is he crying here like the protagonist of a tragedy, wrapped in a quilt and holding a tissue?

"Because..." Yu Wangxi turned his face away, looking a little embarrassed, "There was a very touching dog in the movie we just watched, so I cried. It sacrificed itself to save people, woo..." Two more tears flowed from Yu Wangxi's eyes and were wiped away by his backhand.

"Ah?" Chen Qian was completely confused, feeling complicated and helpless. "You're crying, so what is Sun Cheng doing? Watching you cry?"

"Push-ups..." Yu Wangxi glanced at Chen Qian and answered in a low voice.

His voice was so weak that Chen Qian thought he had misheard. Not giving up, he asked again, "What are you doing?"

"Push-ups." Yu Wangxi spoke clearly, enunciating each word.

He pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then explained awkwardly in a low voice, "Because I told you before that if he does something wrong, he has to do a hundred push-ups to apologize..."