That evening, Sikong Wang very reservedly ate 18 dumplings, and under the supervision of Qian Qi and Kid A, ran 10 laps around the orphanage.
Sitting on the ground, panting heavily, Sikong Wang looked at Qian Qi who was standing by, face not flushed and breathing steady, and couldn't help but ask, "Why am I the only one running? Why aren't you running?"
Although his weight was indeed over the limit, Qian Qi's weight didn't seem to be at a healthy level either?
"You don't understand." Kid A chuckled, "She calls this being lenient with oneself and strict with others, or you could understand it as holding others to your own standards."
Qian Qi: ...
You learn a few phrases and you think you've got it all figured out, huh?
"If you keep yapping, I'll sign you up for extracurricular classes, eight of them." Qian Qi chuckled.
Kid A: ...
Kid A hurriedly mimed sewing his mouth shut.
Sikong Wang looked at the lively pair and couldn't help but smile.
