Wednesday, early morning.
As soon as Chu Liangxia got out of bed, she heard some noise in the living room.
"Ling, do you have to be so rough?"
"It's because you're dumb."
"Believe it or not, I can slap you with a competition certificate?"
"A kindergarten certificate?"
"You wanna fight, huh?!"
...
Chu Liangxia stood at the bedroom door, watching those two figures, who were usually the center of attention, escalate from a chess game's intellectual dispute to rolling up their sleeves for a physical fight.
She touched her nose.
It seemed it was time to change the lock's password.
"What are you doing here?" Pressing her temples, Chu Liangxia leaned against the doorframe, her languid expression clearly, conveying a trace of disdain.
"I've come to take credit."
"I'm here for the reward."
Ling Xize and Zizhuo replied one after the other.