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Nezha scratched his head, feeling somewhat reluctant but recognizing that Ao Bing had a point. They indeed needed some clear boundaries; otherwise, their vastly different lifestyles would inevitably lead to friction.
"Alright," Nezha reluctantly agreed, "so how do you want to go about this Agreement?"
A glimmer of surprise flashed in Ao Bing's eyes, as if he hadn't expected Nezha to agree so easily. "I've already drafted a preliminary version," he said, pulling a document from his drawer. "Take a look and see if there are any changes needed."
Nezha took the document, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Wow, this is so formal! You even printed it out?" He flipped through the five-page Agreement, astonished. "When did you prepare this?"
"I started writing it after you woke me up last night," Ao Bing replied calmly, though a hint of dissatisfaction lingered in his gaze.
Nezha chuckled sheepishly and began to read the Agreement carefully. However, the more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed. By the end, he nearly slammed the Agreement down on the table.
"This is outrageous!" Nezha protested. "No noise before seven in the morning? No gaming after ten at night? Shower time can't exceed fifteen minutes? Socks worn for a day must be washed? This isn't a Co-habitation Agreement; it's practically military regulations!"
Ao Bing raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by Nezha's reaction. "This is just a draft, which is why I wanted your input on any necessary modifications."
"Modifications? This is a complete rejection!" Nezha rolled his eyes. "According to this Agreement, I'd have to plan my breathing—when to inhale and when to exhale."
Ao Bing sighed slightly. "Then what do you think reasonable rules should look like?"
Nezha pouted. "Can’t we keep it simple? For example, I promise not to play games at night and disturb you, and you promise not to criticize my lifestyle choices. It's that simple."
"That's too vague," Ao Bing shook his head. "Without specific boundaries, new disagreements are likely to arise."
The two fell into silence. After a moment, Nezha sighed, "Alright, we can discuss this point by point and find a middle ground that works for both of us."
Ao Bing nodded and pulled out his laptop. "Then let's draft a new agreement."
"Wait a minute," Nezha suddenly thought of something. "Since it's an Agreement, I have the right to make my own demands, right?"
Ao Bing paused for a moment, then nodded. "Of course, this is a mutual arrangement."
Nezha flashed a mischievous smile. "Great, then I have a few demands to add."
Ao Bing raised an eyebrow. "What demands?"
"First," Nezha held up one finger, "you can't always look at me with that 'I'm so disappointed' expression, as if I've done something wrong. Second, you need to stop saying things like 'watch your words'; it sounds just like my dad. Third, you should occasionally join me for a game of soccer instead of staying cooped up in the dorm reading all day."
Ao Bing was taken aback, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He hadn't expected Nezha's demands to be these; they weren't about specific habits but rather about their way of interacting and their attitudes toward each other.
"What's wrong?" Nezha asked when Ao Bing remained silent. "Are these demands too much?"
Ao Bing shook his head. "No, it's just..." He paused, "I didn't think you would notice those things."
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