She can barely sing a few songs from the 27th century, let alone those from the 21st century.

"The captain won't sing either?" Song Nanwu looked at Si Jin and asked.

Si Jin glanced at her and leaned back lazily, "My voice isn't healed yet, I can't sing."

Although the clear voice did not sound as hoarse as it did two days ago, it still had a hint of muffled feeling.

Song Nanwu suddenly remembered something, looked at Meng Ruo, and asked, "Did you bring the captain's medicine?"

Meng Ruo was singing when he heard this. He was stunned for a moment while holding the microphone, and then said, "I brought it. It's with Jian Yao."

"Oh, I left it in Brother Nie's car. I'll go get it!" Jian Yao asked Nie Hao for the car keys, got up and went out.

Si Jin looked at them and frowned.

Nie Hao sat on the side of the sofa, glanced at Si Jin, who was embarrassed by the mention of taking medicine, then looked at Song Nanwu and said with a smile, "If Miss Nanwu hadn't mentioned this, I would have almost forgotten that the captain still has a cold and needs to take medicine. Hey, thanks to Miss Nanwu for having a good memory!"

"Doctor Tang prescribed four days of medicine for the captain. I will go to Country R tomorrow. Brother Nie, remember to supervise the captain to take the medicine." Song Nanwu looked at Nie Hao and said.

I don't like the tone of her voice when she gives instructions. It sounds like she's leaving and never coming back.

Si Jin reached out and gently tapped the baseball cap on Song Nanwu's head. "Alright, alright, don't worry about it. I know how to take my medicine."

Nie Hao looked at Si Jin and raised his eyebrows slightly, then quickly struck while the iron was hot, "Captain, you said you would take the medicine yourself. You can't go back on your word."

"Yeah." Song Nanwu pushed up her baseball cap and nodded in agreement at Si Jin.

"Hmph." Si Jin glared at her and snorted, "Do what you say."

After Meng Ruo finished singing two songs, Jian Yao also came back, followed by a group of people from the Huangyang Team.

"Meng Ruo, you're such a microphone tyrant. I've heard your howling voice throughout two songs. It's time for a change of person, a change of person." Lin Xiaoran was still trying to snatch the microphone from him, but when he saw the people from Team Huangyang, he was stunned for a moment.

As soon as Meng Ruo saw Bai Chuguang, he handed the microphone to Lin Xiaoran and leaned over, saying, "Bai Yueguang, you actually blocked me."

"You harass me all the time. If I don't block you, who should I block?" Bai Chuguang put his hands in his pockets, followed behind Pan Chang, glanced at Meng Ruo, and said as if it was a matter of course.

Seeing his arrogant look, Meng Ruo wanted to slap him, but she held back. "So, when do you want to treat me to dinner?"

Give him a clear meal time. Was it necessary for him to harass you all day long before?

Glancing at Meng Ruo indifferently, Bai Chuguang took the two steamed buns from Rong Jue's hand and handed them over, "I can have them now."

"Fuck, two steamed buns!"

"You didn't tell me what we'd like to eat, nor did you tell me when. If you keep me going, I can only get steamed buns."

Bai Chuguang acted like he wasn't afraid of wearing shoes when he was barefoot. Meng Ruo choked a little and snorted at him, "You're so cruel, Bai Yueguang. I'm waiting for your feast. You should keep the steamed buns for yourself!"

In the league finals, the Huangyang team lost two games in a row. Pan Chang felt that the atmosphere in the team was a little bad, so he suddenly decided to come out and sing to vent. Unexpectedly, he ran into Jian Yao as soon as he walked to the door.

He came here with some people to say hello.

Meng Ruo, however, refused to let him go. "Why say hello? Since we met each other, it's fate. Now that we're here, let's have fun together."

The atmosphere in the private room was really too cold and he could hardly warm himself up.

Except for Brother Lin Xiaoran, none of them can have fun.

The captain had a cold and didn't sing or drink. Miss Nan Wu was just like Brother Nie, playing with her phone as soon as she came in. Jian Yao and Ning Hongyan were okay, they weren't the kind of people who would be a dullard but they weren't the kind of people who could have a lot of fun either.

"Right, Captain?" Meng Ruo looked at Si Jin and asked.

Si Jin didn't care. He looked at Pan Chang, curled his lips slightly, and said, "Then let's go together."

Pan Chang didn't hesitate. After all, the two teams were old acquaintances. "Sure, let's go together."

As soon as the members of the Huangyang team joined in, the private room became lively instantly.

Fortunately, Meng Ruo ordered a large bag, which was spacious enough.

"Thank you, Miss. The cake is delicious." Rong Jue went to Song Nanwu and thanked her. Then he glanced at Si Jin who was staring at him and said hello, "J, J God, hello, Miss. I, I'm going over."

Without waiting for Song Nanwu to speak, Rong Jue stood up and sat on the sofa opposite.

Song Nanwu looked at him, frowned slightly, and turned to look at Si Jin beside her, "Is he angry?"

Si Jin glared at her, somewhat puzzled, "Angry?"

"Didn't I catch him badly in that game? Was that a bit too much of a blow to him? He's not blaming me, is he?" Song Nanwu said.

Si Jin also remembered the scene where Song Nanwu caught Rong Jue and said, "A competition is a competition, and private matters are private matters. I can't blame you. It's not that he taught you about the alliance, but maybe he really was a little shocked. Give him some time to recover. It's best not to try to show off in front of him during this period."

Song Nanwu felt that this made some sense and responded softly, "Yeah."

Over there, Rong Jue, who had sat down again, breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Chuguang glanced at him, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Oh, you're back so soon, why don't you talk to your little sister for a while? You said you were going to eat cake this afternoon, but you came back in disgrace less than ten minutes after leaving."

As he spoke, Bai Chuguang smiled as if remembering something. He leaned closer to Rong Jue and said in a low voice with a hint of interest, "Ergou, you didn't confess and got rejected, did you?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Rong Jue glared at him and said, "It just feels like... Oh, forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you."

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