Hateful Trashy Chunbao

"What do you mean 'it is today, but not tomorrow anymore'?" Shen Nian raised an eyebrow.

Xia Yanchun tightened her grip on his fingers. "It only counts for today. Tomorrow it won't be."

"Damn, then shouldn't I hurry up and do everything I need to do?" Shen Nian said, starting to take off his clothes.

"Ew, so dramatic... What are you trying to do? What's your real scheme with this 'number one best friends in the world' thing?" Xia Yanchun rolled her eyes repeatedly. "You don't think being 'number one best friends' means you can do anything, do you?"

"Hehe." Shen Nian grinned, tilting his head to press down on her fluffy crown of hair, letting her strands tickle his face.

Going home was out of the question, and he wasn't really in the mood to go out either. Staying at Xia Yanchun's place was just fine. He planned to shamelessly stick around her house all day, go buy groceries and cook in the afternoon, and then continue studying his [Cooking Proficiency].

He still didn't know where the 'proficiency' in [Cooking Proficiency] was. The lean pork congee he made tasted just average, feeling like it wasn't even as good as his mom's cooking.

Both are survival skills, why are you so lame, not even fit to hold Fishing Bro's shoes.

Xia Yanchun knew he was just talking nonsense, so a bit of criticism was enough.

Just then, she scrolled to a video teaching girls normal fitness exercises. Shen Nian immediately struck a pose. "When are you going to get some abs?"

"Not gonna." Xia Yanchun muttered. "I'm perfectly happy with myself as I am now. No need to change anything."

"What a coincidence, I'm perfectly happy with you as you are now too."

"Ugh, I'm gonna be sick. Who do you think you are?" Xia Yanchun began to counterattack. "Don't you work out and exercise often? How many pull-ups can you do? How many sit-ups? How many push-ups?"

"No idea."

Xia Yanchun shrugged. "Heh."

Shen Nian: "..."

Damn annoying Chun-bao.

The reason bro doesn't count is because there are too many to count. I go by time.

He could do them for a whole day.

"Then should I do them for you now, and you count?"

Xia Yanchun's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay!"

"So you were waiting for me here?"

"Quick, it's time to prove yourself!"

Xia Yanchun helped Shen Nian throw off the covers, watching him put on his shoes and stand on the floor. She herself remained snugly wrapped up, bundled into a little dumpling.

With Chun-bao like this, Shen Nian had no reason not to do it. If Chun-bao wanted to see, then he'd just do it.

"Do push-ups, I'll count for you." Xia Yanchun shifted her position, propping herself up on a small pillow, lying prone right in front of Shen Nian.

"You better not miscount." Shen Nian took off his jacket. For his body, wearing a short-sleeve indoors for a short while was completely fine, especially since he was about to do push-ups.

He didn't need any exercise mats or yoga mats at all. He went with whatever was easiest, pressing against the floor and starting right there.

"One, two, three... eight, nine, ten..."

At first, Xia Yanchun would say the numbers out loud, but as they increased, she started counting silently in her mind.

Shen Nian was wearing a short-sleeve undershirt. While exercising, the muscle lines in his arms inevitably became clearly defined.

The old Shen Nian was just an ordinary high school student who didn't like exercise. The current Shen Nian was already a fit young man who looked slim in clothes but had muscles underneath.

Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three...

Xia Yanchun slowly lowered herself, half her face buried in the pillow. "You're not doing them in sets?"

"Nope. Didn't you want to see how many I could do?"

"Oh, right..."

Eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one...

Xia Yanchun was starting to feel overwhelmed. Was Shen Nian's stamina really this good?

And judging by his form, each one seemed to be a standard push-up.

She couldn't even do ten non-standard push-ups...

"One hundred!"

Shen Nian didn't speak, just kept doing push-ups, push-ups until the great Dao itself was worn away.

They were the same age; he hadn't originally intended to flex like this. It was Chun-bao's request.

Of course, he wasn't a fool either. Starting from fifty, he began slowing down his pace, showing signs of some strain.

Finally, he pretended to be exhausted, going down but not coming back up, and then lying on the floor panting heavily.

"Huff... huff... that's my limit... how many?"

"One hundred twenty-three..." Xia Yanchun blinked, somewhat astonished. Wouldn't she get beaten to a pulp by one punch from Shen Nian?

"That's plenty, right? For most people, thirty or forty is impressive. I'm three times impressive."

"Impressive, impressive, now get up off the floor!"

Shen Nian tugged at his collar and quickly got up, but sat on a chair. If he sat on the bed right after lying on the floor, he'd definitely get scolded by Xia Yanchun.

Let alone sitting on the floor, even if he didn't sweat all day, as long as he didn't shower, it wasn't great to get on the girl's bed. It was only because he showered in the morning that he hadn't been kicked off by Xia Yanchun already.

"There are wet wipes in the drawer, wipe yourself off."

"Okay."

As soon as Shen Nian opened the drawer, inside were neatly stacked various sanitary pads.

"Not that one! The middle one!" Xia Yanchun glared, her hackles rising like a kitten's.

"You didn't specify clearly."

This time, Shen Nian was truly innocent.

He wiped his face and collar with a wet wipe, then flashed Xia Yanchun a faint smile. "You told me to do push-ups and I did. What about you?"

"Huh? What about me? I didn't promise you anything, you know."

Shen Nian didn't mind the dirt, sitting cross-legged on the floor, resting his head against the edge of the bed, facing the prone Xia Yanchun. "I think it's not too late to promise now."

"No way."

"Then I lost out big time, working myself to death doing over a hundred push-ups for you."

Xia Yanchun made all sorts of funny faces. When she rolled her eyes, her sweet face took on a somewhat mean look.

"Then what do you want?"

"First, we need to confirm one thing. We are number one best friends in the world today, right?"

Xia Yanchun nodded with an 'mhm mhm', meeting Shen Nian's gaze. She tapped Shen Nian's forehead with her finger, her tone soft. "You better not get any bad ideas about me. We're just high school students. No matter how close we are, there have to be some boundaries, got it?"

"What are you thinking? Am I that kind of person?"

"What you said in middle school, don't you even remember?" Xia Yanchun didn't spell it out too plainly, leaving an appropriate blank for Shen Nian to guess. She remembered all his many dark histories.

"...!!" Shen Nian froze. She really digs up every dark history, huh?

Unpleasant memories came flooding back.

When arguing, you naturally say the nastiest things, just like flaming online. Once you lose your cool, it's easy to say some extreme things.

He'd said quite a few things to scare Xia Yanchun during arguments, some really cringey, jail-worthy stuff, and now they'd all become Xia Yanchun's ammunition.

"How do you remember everything so clearly? You're the worst!"

Seeing Shen Nian's flustered look, Xia Yanchun was delighted. She propped her chin up with her hands like sunflowers, and her feet peeked out from under the covers, swaying back and forth.

"My good memory is my fault?" Her eyes curved into smiles.

"Ahem, that was just impulsive nonsense."

"Alright, alright, I believe you. So what do you want?"

"111 You really believe me?" Shen Nian looked at her with one eye bigger than the other.

"Less chatter, spit it out."

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