Chapter 160 Cute Internet Celebrity 38

Qianzhou struggled to get up in his dream, changed his clothes and danced diligently for the live broadcast.

So he still thought he was working, but in fact he was sleeping soundly.

——Sexy female cockroach: ...Is Zhou Zhou dead? Should we call the police?

——Bibi: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

——bbo: I think Zhou Zhou didn't sleep all night. Why is he so sleepy?

——Sexy female cockroach: He still has a fever, and there is a medical fever-reducing patch on his head.

The number of people in the live broadcast room remained unchanged. Downstairs, Han Cheng’s mobile phone displayed Qian Zhou’s live broadcast footage.

Han Cheng's face was slightly gloomy, and the air around him seemed to be frozen.

In the dormitory.

Qian Zhou only slept for more than ten minutes. He slowly opened his eyes and suddenly realized what had just happened.

He walked around to the front of the camera and found that it was switched to rear position.

“That was a close call…”

Qianzhou covered the lens with a towel, threw away the fever-reducing patch on his head, and changed his clothes as quickly as possible.

It is a cat plush suit with a golden bell on the chest.

Qianzhou stretched out his fingers and gently plucked the bell, making a series of crisp sounds.

"I'm fine."

He seemed to have completely recovered to his former state, with no sign of abnormality at all.

——Bibi: Zhou Zhou, are you better?

——Sexy female cockroach: How could it be so fast? But our Zhou Zhou is so smart and ambitious.

——Sexy female cockroach: If Zhou Zhou and I fall in love, I would be willing to live in a villa and drive a luxury car!

——bbo: Eat and take at the same time, bah!

Qian Zhou played a cute piece of music so that he wouldn't have to twist his waist. There should still be Han Cheng's fingerprints on his waist.

......Han Cheng likes to pinch him, and no one knows what his habit is.

——Bibi: Meow meow meow!!! Zhou Zhou! Ah!!

Qianzhou smiled at the camera and danced two dances in a row. No one could tell that he still had a fever.

Outside the camera, Qianzhou held the live broadcast stand with his hands and bent slightly to rest.

The broadcast lasted only over an hour at noon, and most of the time he was talking to them, so Qianzhou didn't have the energy to dance.

A message popped up above, and Han Cheng asked, "Is the broadcast over?"

Qian Zhou greeted the camera, "That's all for today, see you next time."

"Bye, bye—"

The live broadcast was closed. Qian Zhou took two steps and collapsed on the sofa, putting his phone on his head.

"Han Cheng..."

Han Cheng's voice came from the phone, coldly, "Hmm?"

"Aren't you coming back?" Qian Zhou said tiredly, "I'm waiting for you. Won't you buy me some food? I'm hungry."

Han Cheng said, "I'll be there soon."

"oh."

"Qian Zhou." Han Cheng called him.

Qian Zhou seemed a little angry when he heard his serious tone, so he sat up straight, pursed his lips and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

Han Cheng said, "Don't broadcast live when you're sick. Get up now and take the thermometer from the bedside drawer."

Qian Zhou didn't want to move, "I want to wait for you to come back and test it again."

Han Cheng didn't hesitate, "No——"

"But I missed you so much. When I woke up, you were gone." Qianzhou put his arm on his forehead.

"And it doesn't feel very hot to my touch..."

Han Cheng asked him: "Are you still awake now?"

Qianzhou said seriously: "Yes."

Han Cheng sighed helplessly, "I'm in the elevator."

After hanging up the phone, Qianzhou curled the corners of his mouth, and the pride in his heart couldn't help rising.

Qian Zhou: He can’t do anything to me.

[System 052: Occasionally being a bitch is good for your physical and mental health]

Qianzhou: That’s right!

[System 052: Are you still awake?]

Qianzhou: Sober, why are you asking that?

[System 052: Do you want to wait for Han Cheng to come back wearing this cute and attractive cat suit?]

Qian Zhou asked blankly at the air: "Why not...wouldn't it look good?"

[System 052: ...I advise you to change it]

"I don't want to change." Qian Zhou stood up and rolled off the sofa.

The door lock clicked and Han Cheng pushed the door open. He put the lunch box and milk in his hand on the table while answering the phone.

He was wearing a platinum watch today, and had a meeting summary and several spreadsheets tucked under his arm.

"Yes, it's troublesome."

"good."

Han Cheng hung up the phone, grabbed Qian Zhou's waist and picked him up from the ground, then threw the documents on the coffee table.

Qianzhou wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on him like a koala.

Han Cheng touched the bell on his chest and saw a curled-up cat tail on the back of the cat suit. Han Cheng reached out and grabbed it.

Qian Zhou buried his face in Han Cheng's neck, his cheeks burning hot, "Is it... not cleaned properly?"

Han Cheng glanced at him sideways, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, "Where do you feel uncomfortable now?"

Qianzhou's voice was muffled, and he rested his forehead against his chin, "My butt hurts..."

Han Cheng put him on the bed and said, "Let me take a look."

Qian Zhou hugged the pillow and raised his waist, "Dizzy, my head is swollen, cold... cough cough cough..."

"A little swelling, no other problems."

"I'll take you to the hospital after dinner." Han Cheng took the lunch box, opened the chopstick packaging bag and stuffed it into Qian Zhou's hand.

Qianzhou poked a hole in the rice with his chopsticks and said, "I have no appetite. I don't want to eat."

Han Cheng said gently: "Then eat less."

Qian Zhou didn't want to eat anymore after taking a few bites. He turned around to change his clothes and urged Han Cheng to take him to the hospital.

On the way, Qianzhou started to have a runny nose, and only one nostril was breathing normally.

The hospital lobby was crowded and it was peak time when they arrived. Qian Zhou was taken by Han Cheng to register.

Then walk up the stairs to the second floor to queue up for a throat swab and blood draw.

Qian Zhou was very troublesome whenever he was sick and uncomfortable. While waiting for the test results, he kept talking to Han Cheng a lot.

The whispering was so quiet that only the two of them could hear it.

"Han Cheng...you're so annoying. I don't want to do it with you anymore. If you keep being so mean, I'll find someone else."

Han Cheng frowned and pressed his waist, "Who else do you want to find?"

Qian Zhou half-opened his eyes and thought for a few seconds before realizing that Han Cheng was unhappy, so he rested his head on his shoulder.

"If I look for someone else, will you lock me up?"

Han Cheng pinched his wrist, "What do you think?"

"I think you will." Qianzhou said.

When he got off the car, he took a mask from the car. At this time, he was having difficulty breathing, so he pulled the mask down.

Everyone in the hospital was walking in a hurry, and Qianzhou spotted two familiar figures.

"A-choo! Hua Ye, you bastard! You have the flu and you still want us to play the escape room with you? How can you be so mean!"

They both held an IV drip in each hand and walked towards their seats while cursing at each other.

"Hua Ye, I hate you for making me so miserable... A-choo!"

"Fuck Qiaonan, can you please shut up?"

Qiao Nan looked up and saw Qian Zhou, "Huh?! I told you! Zhou Zhou will be infected by you too."

He looked haggard and, rarely, was wearing any makeup.

Qiao Nan eagerly sat down next to Qian Zhou.

"Zhou Zhou, tell me quickly, what is your relationship with that internet celebrity named Zhou Zhou?"

Qian Zhou was still holding Han Cheng's arm, his mind still confused for a moment, "What? Am I not Zhou Zhou?"

Qiao Nan understood his reaction immediately, "Are you still confused? Are you aware that you're being used to gain popularity?"

"That bitch copied your dance and even imitated your livestream lighting and background!"

"He gets angry just looking at me, and he even says he knows you. It's all bullshit."