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The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft golden hue over Dormitory 412. Nezha opened his eyes, stretching lazily, and his gaze inadvertently fell on Ao Bing, who was already up, neatly arranged on his bed and sitting at the desk reading.
After the Shen Gongbao incident, their relationship had indeed softened considerably. They were no longer at each other's throats like before, but everyday frictions still occurred—Nezha's sneakers tossed carelessly around, the noise of late-night gaming, Ao Bing's strict schedule, and his almost obsessive need for cleanliness. These small conflicts were like embers buried beneath ashes, ready to ignite at any moment.
"Morning, Ice Block Face," Nezha said, rubbing his eyes as he climbed out of bed, his voice still laced with sleep.
Ao Bing didn’t look up; he simply murmured a soft "hm," his fingers gliding over the pages of his book as if he were engrossed in an important passage.
Nezha pouted, dissatisfied with Ao Bing's indifferent response but had grown accustomed to this dynamic. He rolled out of bed, his bare feet touching the cool floor as he reached for a T-shirt hanging on the back of a chair.
"Hey, where are my socks?" Nezha scratched his head and searched around the edge of the bed but found no sign of the socks he had taken off last night.
Finally lifting his head, Ao Bing pointed toward the bathroom. "They’re in the laundry basket," he said calmly, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone. "You’ve worn them for three days now, Nezha."
"What? I’m just trying to be eco-friendly!" Nezha replied, rummaging through a drawer to grab a fresh pair of socks. "Besides, they don’t smell at all; I could totally keep wearing them!"
Ao Bing subtly frowned but chose not to pursue the topic further. He closed his book and turned to Nezha. "What time did you stop gaming last night?"
"Uh..." Nezha avoided Ao Bing's gaze sheepishly. "It wasn't that late—just after two?"
"Two twenty-seven," Ao Bing corrected him precisely. "Do you realize how loud you were? I barely got four hours of sleep last night."
Feeling embarrassed, Nezha rubbed his nose. "Sorry! I got really into it; I thought I was keeping my voice down..."
Ao Bing sighed, "This is the third time this week, Nezha. Didn't we agree not to play games after eleven?"
"But yesterday was the last day of ranked matches!" Nezha defended himself. "Besides, you have earplugs, right? Just put them on."
"Earplugs..." Ao Bing's tone carried a hint of helplessness. "Nezha, the issue isn't whether earplugs can solve it; it's about mutual respect between us."
Nezha felt a bit uneasy under Ao Bing's serious gaze, a wave of guilt washing over him. Indeed, although their relationship had improved after the Shen Gongbao incident, he still often troubled Ao Bing with his carefree attitude in daily life.
"Perhaps..." After a moment of thought, Ao Bing suddenly said, "We need to establish some rules."
"Rules?" Nezha raised an eyebrow. "What kind of rules?"
"A Co-habitation Agreement." Ao Bing looked directly into Nezha's eyes, his tone serious. "It would detail our rights and responsibilities, including schedules, cleanliness standards, and the use of common areas. This way, we can avoid unnecessary conflicts and make our cohabitation more harmonious."
Nezha pouted. "That sounds so complicated. Aren't we getting along just fine as it is?"
"It's much better than at first," Ao Bing admitted, "but there are still many issues. For example, if there had been a clear rule last night, you wouldn't have played games so late, and I wouldn't have been woken up."
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