Before the concert, the company's teachers arranged a hellish training for the five little stars, and their days were even worse than when they were trainees in kindergarten.
Tong Juan really couldn't bear it. As an Omega in his previous life, his physical fitness was not comparable to that of others. After coming to his home planet, his physical fitness did not improve. He even became more fragile because he had to rely on completing missions to maintain his life.
Although he managed to make it through the competition, Tong Juan also consumed most of his energy, and he still hasn't recovered.
Every afternoon practice, Tong Juan would start to sweat soon after he started. His whole body was wet as if he had just been pulled out of the water. His brown hair stuck to his face, and his originally fair face was even more bloodless. He looked as if he would suffocate at any moment.
If it was just one time it would be fine, but Tong Juan had been in this state for several days in a row, and others gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.
Seeing that Tong Juan walked away halfway through his practice, the others hurriedly stopped the music.
Tong Juan leaned against the wall, sweat dripping down his hair. His originally loose short-sleeved shirt was soaked and stuck to his skin, revealing his slender features. He looked even thinner than before.
But at this time, Tong Juan still smelled fragrant, and even though he was sweating so much, the fragrance was still comfortable.
The others had recovered their strength after the lunch break and were full of energy, but Tong Juan's body was already overloaded.
Wen Yu went straight to the office to find Ji Ming, Pei Siran took paper to wipe Tong Juan's sweat, and Pu Hezhou opened a bottle of juice and handed it to Tong Juan.
Tong Juan's condition was really bad. His hands were shaking when he took the juice, and his joints were slightly white, which was enough to show how much effort he had put in.
The grape juice shook out from the bottle and dripped onto Tong Juan's white short-sleeved shirt, which actually had a strange beauty.
"Are you okay?" Pei Siran looked at Tong Juan nervously, his voice trembling slightly. "Let's go to the hospital, okay?"
Tong Juan drank a few sips, and his scattered consciousness returned to normal. His long eyelashes trembled slowly for a few times, and it took him a while to react to what Pei Siran had just said, "No, I'm fine."
He had no strength and his words were as light as cotton. Wen Yu and Ji Ming just happened to hear the second half of his words when they arrived.
The man in a casual suit pushed up the frame of his glasses, reached out and touched Tong Juan's sweaty forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Luckily you don't have a fever. Where do you feel uncomfortable? Let's go to the hospital?"
[System] Tong Juan called out in his heart, [Is this all my body can do?]
A few seconds later, a familiar electronic sound rang out, and Tong Juan actually heard a hint of guilt in it.
[I'm sorry, as an alien population, the host is not completely compatible with the current world. I have tried many times, but...]
【I see】
Tong Juan took a deep breath and actually relaxed for a moment. It was just a minor problem, he wouldn't die.
"I'm fine, just a little tired." Tong Juan looked at the people around him, "Really, just a little tired."
But his originally handsome face was now completely pale, and his cheeks, which had finally gained some flesh, seemed to have become smaller, making this statement completely unconvincing.
"Then go see a Chinese doctor?" Ji Ming looked at Tong Juan's face and frowned, "This is not a solution."
"It's really okay." Tong Juan drank a few more sips of juice and felt that the weakness in his body was not as strong. Although his hands and feet were still very heavy, they obeyed his commands. However, his voice was still weak and a little exhausted: "I will be fine after a rest."
The grape juice spread out a circle of marks on Tong Juan's lips. The originally strange color actually looked a bit cute on Tong Juan's perfect face, making people not want to embarrass him at all.
Ji Ming just sighed and said earnestly: "Don't lie to me. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me. The hospital is not as scary as you think."
"I'm not afraid." Tong Juan explained tiredly with his eyebrows drooping.
But he looked frail and totally unconvincing.
"Okay, okay." Ji Ming nodded and said perfunctorily, "If you are not afraid, then don't train today and go back to rest."
Tong Juan pursed his lips into a straight line. He knew that no matter what he said today, Ji Ming would not believe it, so he just let it go.
"Rest here for a while, and come back when you feel better." Ji Ming said, then looked at the others, "Tell me if you feel any discomfort, and if not, continue practicing."
After that, he asked Tong Juan, whose face was still pale, "Would you like to go to my office and lie down for a while?"
"No need, I'll go home directly." Tong Juan moved his legs and prepared to stand up from the ground.
Pei Siran stood up first, then helped Tong Juan stand up slowly. Feeling the man's cold body temperature, he said worriedly, "I'll take you back."
Ji Ming: "I'll drive him."
Tong Juan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, thank you Brother Ming."
"Then let's go now." Ji Ming said.
The others accompanied Tong Juan to the underground parking lot, and only after watching Ji Ming's car drive away did they go upstairs, looking back every few steps.
"How did his health suddenly become like this?" Wen Yu said worriedly, "He was fine a few days ago."
I can even joke with him.
"It has never been good." Pu Hezhou said, "I remember Juanjuan was hospitalized during the recording of the show?"
Pu Hezhou's words seemed to open up the dusty memories of several people, and the scene of Tong Juan vomiting blood and fainting after the theme song stage recording ended appeared in front of them.
The smoky grey clothes made the black-haired young man look sunny and handsome, but when the music stopped, the man who was originally smiling at the camera immediately swayed and fell down.
The entire studio was in chaos at that time. Everyone gathered together and looked at the thin figure who was held tightly in Pei Siran's arms. The pretty face was as pale as paper, and the blood on the lips was the only bright color. It was beautiful and fragile.
However, the next day, after Tong Juan was discharged from the hospital and regained his former energy, they gradually forgot about the incident.
I forgot that Tong Juan was in poor health, had injured his vocal cords, and had vomited blood...
"It's killing me, how could I forget about this?" Wen Yu said in annoyance.
"Has he recovered now?" Shen Yuannan asked Pei Siran.
Pei Siran was speechless after being asked this question. He wanted to answer that he had recovered, but looking at Tong Juan's condition today, he was not well at all. It was obvious that he had never recovered. Fortunately, he did not vomit blood today, but his pale face was not much better.
"Don't blame yourself too much." Pu Hezhou glanced at Pei Siran's expression and patted his shoulder. "Juanjuan has always been strong. I don't blame you."
Having said that, when the four of us were training in the afternoon, I still felt the emptiness of the practice room. Not only the practice room, but my heart was empty as well.
After Ji Ming sent Tong Juan home, he went to the restaurant downstairs and packed some light soup and rice for Tong Juan. Before leaving, he saw the remaining takeout boxes on the table and decided to find an auntie who was responsible for cooking.
Although the people around him were feeling guilty for not taking good care of him, the patient, Tong Juan, finished his meal and took a nap. After waking up, he felt much better.
[What should I do, system?] After eating and drinking, Tong Juan lazily lay on the bed, [I can't train every day from now on, it will cost lives]
system:……
Why does it feel that Tong Juan is somewhat happy?
[Can I stop working so hard?] Tong Juan looked at the white ceiling. Since there was no one else around him, Tong Juan spoke out loud for the rare time when talking to the system. [I want to live a few more years in this world.]
He didn’t feel that way before, but now that he has met Pei Siran and other people, Tong Juan wants to stay in this world for a few more days.
[As long as the host can complete the task on time, you can do whatever you want.] The system replied, [Don't worry, everything will be in time.]
Tong Juan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the bed, and prepared to steal an ice cream from the refrigerator. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Pei Siran standing at the door.
Pei Siran hung his head, his puppy-like eyes full of despair, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Tong Juan froze in place, tightening his grip on the door handle slightly, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong..."
Pei Siran's voice was surprisingly hoarse: "Tong Juan, tell me the truth, are you sick?"
Tong Juan: “???”
He was confused and looked at him in confusion: "What are you talking about?"
"Stop lying." Pei Siran was about to cry, "I heard what you just said, tell me, what's wrong with you?"
[System, what did I just say? ]
The system has become accustomed to Tong Juanyu's memory. [You just said that you want to live a few more years in this world.]
…
Damn, how could this be such a coincidence?
Tong Juan looked at Pei Siran, who looked as lonely and pitiful as an abandoned dog, and his expression gradually froze.
This is a huge misunderstanding!
When Pei Siran saw Tong Juan's expression change, he thought he was right, and tears welled up in his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"
Tong Juan was stunned by Pei Siran's yelling, and the other people in the room also opened the door to check what was going on.
In front of the white bedroom door, Tong Juan, who was wearing pink pajamas, was blocked by Pei Siran, who was a head taller than him. Only a pink corner of his clothes could be seen.
Pu Hezhou frowned: "What are you doing? Juanjuan is still sick, why are you yelling at him?"
"That's right. Let's talk it over nicely." Wen Yu poked his head out.
Pei Siran turned a deaf ear to him and just stared at Tong Juan: "Speak, what's wrong?"
Tong Juan moved his lips a few times, not knowing what to say: "I didn't..."
Pei Siran put on a begging look again: "Please, Tong Juan, tell me, please, what is it that prevents you from living a few more years in this world?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the other three people also changed.
Pu Hezhou walked in front of the two people, his voice trembling unconsciously, "What's going on?"
Shen Yuannan grabbed Tong Juan's wrist and realized how thin he was. He couldn't help but frowned: "Come on, follow me to the hospital."
[System…what should I do…] Tong Juan said anxiously.
[Damn! This question is beyond the scope.]
The bedroom door, which was neither wide nor narrow, was crowded with people. Tong Juan huddled behind the door, one hand grasping the door frame, the other hand held by Shen Yuannan, helplessness written all over her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
The only answer he got was a cold electronic sound.
Now Tong Juan really felt like crying but had no tears.
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