Chapter 82: Entertainment Circle (14)

The audience, who were unable to speak after his death, stood there in amazement. Dong Lili had never expected things to turn out this way.

The two remaining good guys bite each other.

Li Yunyu's usually gentle expression almost couldn't be maintained in front of the camera. This Shen Que looked smart, but unexpectedly he was a big fool who was bewitched by a beautiful fool.

Chu Yun was so embarrassed that he finally pointed the finger, so Chen Que directly voted for Li Yunyu. Li Yunyu was so angry that he didn't vote for Chu Yun either, but voted for Chen Que instead.

Chu Yun will win no matter who he invests in.

Dong Lili laughed out loud:

"Yeah, Yunyun, we won! You're awesome!"

"Lili is great too!"

"You are so good, Lili, you framed me without mercy."

"Mu Chen's last shot really scared me, hahaha."

Dong Lili smiled and said to Shen Que:

"We were able to win this thanks to Teacher Shen. Yunyun and I thank you."

Shen Que also returned to his usual suave and charming self: “Don’t blame me, after all, our Xiaoyun looks like a good person.”

Li Yunyu also adjusted his expression and joined the chat as if nothing had happened.

Just as everyone was chattering about the situation just now.

"Do you have a fever?"

Li Yunyu was the first to notice that something was wrong with Chu Yun.

Chu Yun's face flushed, she opened her mouth and exhaled slightly, chatting with everyone as if she was still unconscious.

His face is always rosy, and any color is not noticeable.

Upon hearing this, Shen Que stepped forward and wanted to touch Chu Yun's forehead to test his temperature. He used to do this kind of thing often, and it was a necessary action for hyping up CP.

But this time it was a genuine worry.

But before his hand touched Chu Yun, it was intercepted. Li Yunyu took the lead and covered Chu Yun's forehead with his big hand.

"It's hot. I have a fever."

Chu Yun was slow to react to the fever, and his reaction was even slower.

"Ah... maybe that's the case. I didn't sleep well last night... It's okay, I can still continue recording... I won't delay anyone."

Chu Yun actually felt uncomfortable, but he had signed the contract, so if he quit midway, he should pay the penalty.

Chu Yun has no money and cannot be willful.

Everyone looked at him with worried eyes. This quiet boy insisted on recording the show even though he was sick, but they couldn't tell him to rest.

After all, everyone’s contract content is different, and whether to stay or leave depends on the director.

Although Guo Jie thought Chu Yun was very interesting, he was not Zhou Paopi and he had noticed Chu Yun while having dinner last night.

He should listen to He Xiang and change Chu Yun's personality. After all, Chu Yun is indeed beautiful and eye-catching after plastic surgery.

"Xiaoyun, go back and rest."

After saying that, he called to a boy, "Xiao Wang, come here and take Chu Yun to the hospital. If she has a fever, she can get an IV drip."

Xiao Wang, whose name was called, blushed a little and came over trotting.

But Chu Yun didn't want to go to the hospital. He was most afraid of injections.

"No need, Director Guo. My agent is downstairs. I'll just ask him to pick me up."

"Oh, all right, let him come over."

…

Zhao Wu came over immediately after receiving Chu Yun's call.

As soon as the door was opened, Chu Yun sat down on the chair. Her face was as red as if it had been steamed, and her eyes were not as clear as they were in the morning, but dazed.

Two girls surrounded him, one on each side.

"Xiaoyun!"

Chu Yun heard the voice a little late and looked up:

"Brother Zhao...I feel dizzy..."

Chu Yun unconsciously acted coquettishly, like a chick seeing its mother hen. The hen Zhao Wu flapped her wings and flew over.

"What happened? I felt it, and it was fine this morning."

Shen Que spoke from the side:

"Take Xiaoyun to the hospital."

Zhao Wu nodded, said hello to the director and producer, and left immediately with Chu Yun.

Chu Yun sat in the passenger seat, his head leaning against the seat listlessly.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit? Take a nap and we'll be at the hospital soon."

Chu Yun didn't want to go to the hospital. Not only would it cost money, but he would also have to get injections and take a lot of medicine. It was just a cold and fever, so he could just take some antipyretics.

"Can I not go? I want to sleep..."

"No! The more I sleep, the more dizzy I feel. Go to the hospital and get an IV drip, and you'll be fine. Just listen to me!"

Zhao Wu was rarely so tough, and his tone of voice brooked no denial.

Chu Yun felt a little heavy and his eyelids were almost unable to open. He really didn't like the smell of the hospital and the chaotic and noisy environment.

He pleaded, grabbing Zhao Wu's skirt and shaking it gently left and right:

"I don't want to go... I feel so uncomfortable and sleepy... Brother Zhao, I'll just take some fever-reducing medicine and I'm sure I'll be fine after a good night's sleep. I hate hospitals. I won't go, I won't go..."

At the end he started to cheat.

Zhao Wu couldn't tell whether Chu Yun was acting coquettishly or not, but her voice was so sticky that Zhao Wu felt like his heart was filled with honey, and he began to feel inexplicably angry.

Chu Yun's flushed face and misty eyes sparkled like a deer.

Like he just did something.

"good."

Zhao Wu couldn't refuse the coquettish Chu Yun and took him back to the hotel.

I asked Sisi from the hotel to buy some antipyretics on the way.

Chu Yun had something on his mind and couldn't sleep well.

"...Brother Zhao"

"Hmm? What's wrong? Feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhao Wu was very worried. He hadn't cared much about Chu Yun before, and he didn't know how Chu Yun was doing, but he didn't look like he was in good health.

He eats a lot, but he's a picky eater.

No wonder he got sick. Zhao Wu felt that dietary supplements were very important and decided to take care of Chu Yun’s three meals from now on.

"I just feel a little dizzy. Isn't it normal to have a fever?"

It is indeed normal to have a fever. Everyone has had a headache or fever in their life, but when it came to Chu Yunshan, Zhao Wu felt very nervous.

"Brother Zhao... I won't have to pay a penalty if I quit midway, right?"

"That's hard to say."

"Ah... then how much would it cost if I had to pay compensation? I'm so poor, I can't afford it... Will I have to go to jail?"

What's that little thing thinking about all the time? Going to jail for getting sick?

"Just have a good rest. Don't worry about this. You won't go to jail."

"……oh."

How could Chu Yun feel at ease? Could it be that Zhao Wu was going to pay for his breach of contract? But he hadn't mentioned it... Chu Yun had forgotten whether the contract mentioned compensation for illness during the recording period.

"Brother Zhao... do you have money?"

Although Chu Yun became more talkative after he fell ill, the topic jumped a little too quickly. Zhao Wu had a hard time keeping up, so he took the time to glance at Chu Yun while driving.

"What? Are you short of money?"

It’s in short supply! It’s so short supply! Chu Yun doesn’t even dare to spend money.

But Chu Yun didn't say anything. He didn't want to appear too purposeful, and he had to observe the third task.

"No, I don't need one at the moment. Are you rich? Have you ever supported other artists?"

Zhao Wu frowned fiercely, his eyes turned cold, and he braked on the side of the road.

"Who told you about being supported?! Did anyone tell you they wanted to support you?"