Jiang Shiyi was coming downstairs when Jiang Chengsi was in the living room doing stretching exercises, panting with energy as if he had been energized by something.
"Bro, you're up? Hurry up and do some warm-ups, let's go for a run."
"Didn't you sleep last night?"
"I did, what are we having for breakfast? How about we go to the entrance of the neighborhood for some fried buns? My treat."
"You still want breakfast?"
Every time Jiang Shiyi dragged him out, someone would feel like they had lost their soul. Usually, after exercising, they would go straight back to shower, and if there was no work, go back to sleep. Breakfast? Not even a consideration.
Jiang Shiyi silently warmed up, observing him.
What on earth is up today? Did this guy catch some disease, or did he secretly take something?
For someone with mild cleanliness obsession and OCD, going out inevitably takes more time than usual. Yet someone stood at the entrance, complaining that he was too slow and dawdling.
