When Cheng Zhi came out of the bathroom, he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

His pajamas were soaked with sweat, and the thin curve of his back was particularly obvious. There were some physiological tears in his eyes, and his slightly open lips and pale face expressed his morbid fatigue vividly.

He glanced at Shen You, who was sitting on the bed anxiously holding her phone, licked her slightly dry lips, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Can you help me contact the staff? I will go to the infirmary by myself later."

Chen You took a deep breath as she looked at Cheng Zhi, who looked like he would faint if touched. "I just asked Le Zhu to find someone..."

Cheng Zhi took a clean piece of clothing and hummed, "Just don't let Teacher Song know."

He recalled the stomachache he had just felt in the bathroom, and considering what he had done last night, he could quickly deduce that there was something wrong with his stomach and that he had a low fever.

Last night, after taking a cold shower, I went out with my hair half dry and stayed in the cold wind for half an hour. Then I came back to have a barbecue and drink ice cola.

His physical condition was not very good to begin with, and his diet and rest schedule were extremely irregular during previous training. After all this, the pain now is almost killing Cheng Zhi.

If Teacher Song knew that I got sick today because of the shit I did yesterday...

Cheng Zhi didn't dare to think further.

Chen You said "Okay" and watched Cheng Zhi take his clothes into the bathroom before he opened his phone again and took a look at the text message Le Zhu had just sent him.

"Don't worry. I have just explained the situation to Teacher Song. You can bring Cheng Zhi to the gathering place directly. We are all going to the hospital anyway, so just take Cheng Zhi to see a doctor."

Chen You looked at the three words "Teacher Song" on the phone screen, and he felt relieved instantly. The next second, he thought of what Cheng Zhi had just said to him, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Cheng Zhi is usually so nice to me... he won't hit me, right? Chen You thought.

Le Zhu soon received a message from Chen You: "Got it, you are really a little genius^^."

After reading the message, Le Zhu felt a lot more at ease. He hid his phone and squatted in the corner for a while before running back to the tutor's circle breathlessly, pretending that he had just run back from the dormitory area, taking three breaths every time he spoke a word.

"Just now, just now... I have already told... Cheng Zhi that they will come over... soon..."

Tina came over and patted Lezhu on the shoulder with a smile, "Very good, young man, you run really fast, hand over your phone."

Le Zhu: “…”

After putting the phone away, Tina stuffed it into her bag without even looking at it, and spoke slowly.

"Next time you pretend, remember to find a way to make yourself sweat. Otherwise, if you gasp for air eight times in this sentence, people who don't know you will think you are dying."

Le Zhu opened his mouth weakly, swallowed what he wanted to say, and finally said, "I understand, Teacher Tina, I will pay attention next time..."

Tina smiled and turned to report the situation to Song Baiyi.

"Don't worry, Mr. Song. Cheng Zhi will be here soon."

Song Baiyi hummed and drank his coffee slowly, "I'm not worried about him."

Tina smiled knowingly and said nothing more.

She lowered her head to play with her cell phone, pretending that she didn't notice the coffee in Song Baiyi's hand shaking slightly, and that his other hand was clenched in a fist as it hung down, and his eyes couldn't stop looking towards the dormitory building.

Tsk, a man who says one thing and thinks another.

When Cheng Zhi had packed everything, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at his pale face. He silently pulled a mask over and put it on himself. After making sure that there was nothing unusual with his eyes, he went out with Shen You with peace of mind.

As soon as Shen You locked the dormitory door, she supported Cheng Zhi and walked in the opposite direction of the infirmary.

Cheng Zhi asked weakly, "Didn't you tell me to just go to the infirmary by myself? Where are you taking me?"

Chen You's eyelashes trembled. "Teacher Song just told you to go to the gathering place. Since everyone is going to the hospital for a physical examination, I will take you to see the doctor."

Cheng Zhi took a deep breath, and the feeling of despair that surged up was even greater than when he was in so much pain that he wanted to die in the bathroom just now.

"Don't be angry..." Shen You pulled the corner of his clothes, "Teacher Song is also thinking about your health."

Cheng Zhi felt his stomach hurt even more.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, let's go to the gathering place."

It was uncomfortable anyway, and Cheng Zhi would rather endure Teacher Song's lecture than have a stomachache.

After all, he was the one who made the mistake of climbing over the wall to get the takeaway yesterday, and everything that happened today was his own fault.

Chen You took him to the gathering place. The other contestants were arranged to board the bus, and only a few people were left standing in the open space.

Cheng Zhi was about to walk towards the bus when he was pulled back by Tina who was jogging over. "I heard you are sick?"

Cheng Zhi hummed and replied vaguely: "It may be a cold, a minor illness."

Tina screamed, "That won't work. Colds are easily contagious. If you get on the bus, what if all the other players get infected by you? Get off quickly. We'll drive you to the hospital in our private car."

Cheng Zhi, who thought he could escape, said: "..."

Tina and Shen You gave a few instructions and then took Cheng Zhi back.

When Tina threw him into the car, Cheng Zhi was a little confused.

The door opened and closed again, and Cheng Zhi was thrown into the leather seat in the car. There was no strange smell in the car, and it was very comfortable to sit in. He felt the soft touch of the seat, and he could feel the expensive feeling every time he touched it.

The next second, Cheng Zhi smelled a faint, familiar scent of woody wood mixed with mint. He subconsciously looked next door, where Song Baiyi was sitting next to him.

Because Song Baiyi's legs were too long, he couldn't stretch them out in the back seat and could only bend them, but this didn't stop Cheng Zhi from seeing that he had nice legs. He was wearing a thin black jacket with a white inner layer, a decorative clavicle chain around his neck, and jeans. He was leaning against the other door, supporting his head and looking at Cheng Zhi.

Cheng Zhi was not mentally prepared at all. He obviously didn't expect Song Baiyi to be in the car. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "Song... Hello, Teacher Song."

Song Baiyi hummed softly and looked at the person on the other side.

Cheng Zhi was wearing a mask, so Song Baiyi couldn't see what his expression looked like, but she could see a slight redness in the corners of his eyes and his white neck trembling slightly. He looked particularly fragile now.

The short-sleeved shirt he put on temporarily was very large, and his already thin body could not support the loose T-shirt, making him look even weaker.

Song Baiyi took the initiative to move closer to Cheng Zhi and asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Cheng Zhi hummed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly when he spoke, "I think I caught a cold..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach began to ache, causing him to gasp.

Song Baiyi sensed his discomfort and frowned slightly, then moved closer to Cheng Zhi, raised his hand and touched Cheng Zhi's forehead with the back of his hand to measure his temperature.

Cheng Zhi was feeling a little dazed and in pain now. The back of Song Baiyi's hand was a little cold. When he raised his hand, Cheng Zhi leaned forward involuntarily.

When a slightly cool feeling touched Cheng Zhi's forehead, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more comfortable.

After measuring the temperature with the back of his hand, Song Baiyi put his hand down and helped Cheng Zhi take off the mask strap hanging on his ear.

The sick Cheng Zhi had a kind of fragile beauty, with tears in his eyes. His originally bright and lively eyes drooped slightly, and now looked a little pitiful.

The pale complexion that was noticeable through the mask just now was now more obvious, and there was an unnatural blush on his face. Song Baiyi's eyes lingered on his slightly open lips for a moment, then slowly moved away.

Cheng Zhi subconsciously turned his head, not wanting Song Baiyi to see him in this half-dead state. He covered the lower half of his face with one hand, and the sound that came out from between his fingers was a little muffled.

"Teacher Song, you and I are in the same car, and now you are so close to me, aren't you afraid of being infected by me?"

Song Baiyi hummed, "Don't be afraid, I have a good immune system and it's not easy to be infected."

Even though he was very confused now, Cheng Zhi still had a string of reason in his heart. He obviously wouldn't believe what Song Baiyi said about it not being easily contagious.

Cheng Zhi hooked the strap of the mask with one hand and wanted to put it back on, but Song Baiyi raised his hand to stop him.

"You have a fever and you feel uncomfortable."

When their fingers touched, Cheng Zhi no longer had the strength to dodge. He did not resist anymore. He tore off the mask in despair, folded it and put it in his pocket, then leaned back against the car door weakly.

Seeing that Cheng Zhi stopped moving, Song Baiyi breathed a sigh of relief and signaled to the driver to drive off.

I don't know if it's because the driver has good skills or because the car is expensive, but the car was very stable while driving, and the scenery outside the window flew by. Generally speaking, the trainees who have been locked up in the training camp for a long time should be very excited to see the scenery outside.

But now Cheng Zhi didn’t have the mood to watch. He leaned his head against the car window and lowered his eyes to look at his shoes.

After a while, Song Baiyi asked, "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

Cheng Zhi groaned, not daring to tell him that he had taken a cold shower last night. He just said vaguely, "It's just a small fever... It's nothing. It might be because I have the habit of kicking off the quilt, so I caught a cold at night."

Just as he finished speaking, Cheng Zhi's stomach began to ache again. This time the pain was more severe than any previous one, leaving Cheng Zhi no time to react.

It was the first time he knew his stomach could hurt to this extent. For a moment, he couldn't even scream. He could only tense his body reflexively, bend over, and press his hands against his upper abdomen in an attempt to relieve the pain.

Song Baiyi was also startled by his sudden action, and quickly pulled him over to stop Cheng Zhi from pressing hard on his abdomen.

Song Baiyi's voice was full of panic, "What's wrong? Don't press it randomly."

Cheng Zhi was almost losing his mind due to the pain. Without thinking, he moved into Song Baiyi's arms, tightly grasping Song Baiyi's clothes with one hand and covering his abdomen with the other. He spoke in a whisper, "Teacher Song, it hurts..."

Song Baiyi felt the person in his arms trembling, and his mind went blank. He touched Cheng Zhi's hand pressing his stomach, and coaxed him kindly, "Be obedient, let's stop pressing, okay?"

The next second, he took away Cheng Zhi's hand that was on his abdomen and covered it with his own palm.

Cheng Zhi curled up in Song Baiyi's arms, his face pale and his eyes dazed. When he felt the warmth of Song Baiyi's palm on his stomach, the pain in his abdomen slowly subsided.

With one hand, he tightly grasped Song Baiyi's wrist that was covering his abdomen, like a drowning person trying to find a sense of security.

Cheng Zhi's tone was filled with tears, "It hurts..."

Song Baiyi's mind was now filled with Cheng Zhi's wrinkled face due to the pain. Without even raising his head, he asked the driver to drive faster. Without using any force with his hands, he slowly and gently massaged Cheng Zhi's lower abdomen in a clockwise direction.

Cheng Zhi's pain gradually eased with Song Baiyi's movements. He buried his head in Song Baiyi's chest, occasionally making a muffled sound.

Song Baiyi didn't dare to stop the movement of his hands. He continued to massage Cheng Zhi gently while coaxing him in a gentle voice.

"Don't hurt, don't hurt. I'm here. It's okay... We'll be at the hospital soon."

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