"You’re better than me, sleeping on the stairs," Wei Jiajie retorted, not to be outdone.
"Sleeping on the stairs is still better than hugging a sofa leg all night."
Mo Weidong and Wei Jiajie spent the most time together, and their skill in teasing each other wasn’t something developed overnight.
Zhang Qiang held a beer, gulping it down. The four of them hadn’t gathered like this in a long time; sometimes it was him with plans, other times Tang Jun, or Wei Jiajie and Mo Weidong were off on a business trip somewhere.
Reflecting on their high school days, the four of them were together every day, such wonderful times those were.
They were all striving hard for the college entrance exam.
"I really wish we could go back," Zhang Qiang said while drinking.
The three of them shared funny stories from the past, which only made them more nostalgic.
Before they knew it, they had all drunk too much.
The next day, Zhang Qiang was the first to wake, shaking his sore head. He glanced at the time; it was only five in the morning.
Yesterday, they drank without eating, so he was hungry early.
Zhang Qiang cooked some porridge, then went downstairs for a run. After a big lap, he brought back some fried dough sticks, soy milk, and buns.
Mo Weidong, rubbing his slightly aching head, said, "Qiangzi, you’re awake."
"I made porridge, went for a run, and brought breakfast back," Zhang Qiang, sweaty, had all the drunkenness from yesterday gone. He said, "You should wash up and have something to eat. By the way, is he still asleep?"
"No, he’s always the last to wake up," Mo Weidong quickly freshened up, sat at the dining table eating buns and drinking porridge, feeling quite comfortable. He said, "Qiangzi, if you were here every day, I wouldn’t have to worry about breakfast."
Zhang Qiang gave him a sideways glance and said, "If you don’t exercise, your belly looks like it’s expecting."
Zhang Qiang’s gaze fell on the slight belly bulge of Mo Weidong.
Mo Weidong stood up, showing off his muscles. "How am I fat? My belly is just right."
Mo Weidong patted his belly, which was a bit round but nowhere near expecting!
"I’m talking about the future," Zhang Qiang reminded, "Work is important, but health is more so."
"Health is the true capital of revolution."
Among the four of them, Zhang Qiang was probably the quietest.
"When did you become so nagging? Just say what’s on your mind," Mo Weidong leisurely ate his bun, looking at Zhang Qiang with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Zhang Qiang was slightly uneasy. After a moment, he said, "Yan Wei is alone in Sea City with no relatives. You should ask Sister Xiaoyu to look after her."
"Oh~"
Mo Weidong drawled, teasingly, "You’re not interested in her, you just worry she’ll get bullied, right?"
Zhang Qiang: "..."

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