Uh, yes.

　　I wanted to say that, but obviously I couldn't.

　　He Fang sneered, 'Mute after three years of not seeing each other?' I obediently looked up and said, 'Hello, He Fang, long time no see.' Since I couldn't avoid it anyway, I might as well bravely face it.

　　However, He Fang couldn't laugh anymore.

　　He just stared at me as if he wanted to stare a hole through me.

　　His expression was too calm, terrifyingly calm.

　　Only his slightly reddened eyes and trembling hands betrayed him.

　　I don't know how long it lasted.

　　Long enough for the pedestrians on the side of the road to look at us.

　　He Fang finally lowered his head and took my luggage.

　　Neither of us spoke along the way.

　　He Fang walked fast and didn't wait for me.

　　I had to jog to keep up with him.

　　It seems like he has grown taller again, probably around 1.88 meters.

　　He walked faster and I couldn't help but speak up, 'He Fang, slow down.' He Fang stiffened.

　　-It used to be like this.

　　He walked ahead, I followed behind, calling out 'He Fang, He Fang' incessantly.

　　This feeling, it's been a long time.

　　He Fang impatiently said, 'Are your legs short?' But his pace clearly slowed down.

　　'Your legs are long, your legs are the longest,' I retorted impolitely, 'but unfortunately, the right parts didn't grow.' The words slipped out.

　　Ambiguity immediately arose.

　　I was referring to his emotional intelligence and perspective.

　　But...

　　He Fang had already turned his head, lips pursed tightly, with three parts indignation remaining on his face, the rest was pure incredulity.

　　'Is this the reason you left without saying anything?!' I...

　　The situation is not good.

　　He, the strong-willed He Ba, oh no, He Tyrant, has a strong sense of pride.

　　But I shattered it with a single blow.

　　He pulled me into the stairwell, relentless, demanding that I explain the meaning behind what I said just now.

　　I shrugged, 'There's nothing to explain, just the literal meaning.' 'You must have remembered wrong, you were also drunk that day.' 'Whatever, it doesn't matter.' 'It does matter!' He Fang's cheeks turned red, probably out of anger.

　　'No, I have to prove myself.' I was about to ask how he was going to prove it when I saw He Fang place his hand on his waistband.

　　I was stunned.

　　'You can't be serious...?' Which childhood friend would take off their pants on the first day of reunion? He Fang's expression told me that he was very serious, this was a bet on his dignity.

　　Without realizing it, his belt was already undone.