Chapter 16: So warm, as if I were back to where I am now...
The staff at the scene rushed over and after confirming that Ji Jingchuan had just fainted from heatstroke, they immediately sent him back to the villa and called a doctor to give him an injection and an IV drip.
The outdoor sports meeting was also coming to an end. Others stayed to record the final award ceremony, and the daytime live broadcast ended as usual.
Back at the villa, Shang Que went upstairs to check on Ji Jingchuan. The room was not locked, so she turned the handle and pushed the door open easily.
The bedroom styles were designed by the program team based on the preferences of the different guests, and a survey was conducted before the recording began. Unlike the simple style that Shang Que casually reported, Ji Jingchuan's room was very fancy.
There is no ceiling light, and the four walls are bordered with dark blue and bright pink light tubes. His stage posters are hung on the walls, staggered high and low, with cool lights projected on them, creating an atmosphere that makes people feel as if they are at a concert.
The energetic superstar on the poster was now lying sickly with his eyes closed on the soft bed in the middle of the bedroom, with a needle stuck in the back of his left hand, and two-thirds of the large bottle of medicine connected to the infusion tube had been used up.
Shang Que walked in, pulled a chair over and sat down beside the bed. Only then did she see the one she had given to Ji Jingchuan on the pillow.
The Q-version big head, with one eye winking and making a face, looks very annoying, but now it is sticking obediently to Ji Jingchuan's head, quietly accompanying him to get the injection.
Shang Que's gaze lingered on it for a few seconds before he looked at Ji Jingchuan. He must have fallen asleep, his brows slightly furrowed, his dark eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes, his thin lips tightly pursed, and he looked a little uncomfortable.
Shang Que reached out and touched his forehead, and Ji Jingchuan immediately rubbed her palm unconsciously like a puppy, mumbling something softly.
This action suddenly reminded Shang Que of her childhood. When Ji Jingchuan was young, he was full of energy and his physical fitness was different from that of ordinary people. On the contrary, she was prone to illness.
One spring, there was a flu outbreak, and Shang Que, unsurprisingly, fell ill. She took a leave of absence from school and returned home, lying sick in bed on an IV drip. Because the strain was highly contagious, her room was temporarily isolated. Apart from the doctor who gave her injections and changed her dressings, and the aunt who brought her three meals a day, virtually no one came in.
It was the height of late spring, and the icy liquid entering her blood vessels was so cold that Shang Que couldn't sleep at all. Therefore, during the hours of injections every day, she could only stare blankly at the ceiling or mentally count the drops of liquid falling from the IV tube.
All in all, it was a very boring, long and difficult time.
However, that afternoon, just as the doctor gave her the second bottle of medicine and left the room, Ji Jingchuan sneaked in. He placed a thick storybook on Shang Que's bed and then climbed up using his hands and feet.
Shang Que remembered the doctor saying this flu was highly contagious, so he quickly burrowed under the covers, covering his nose and mouth. Only his large, peach-shaped eyes were exposed as he stared at him. He said sullenly, "Why did you come in? I might give you my cold."
"It's okay, I'm sick too." He looked happy and leaned over. "Touch it if you don't believe me."
Shang Que was skeptical and reached out to touch his forehead. It was as hot as a boiling kettle.
This must be a fever of 60 degrees, right? Shang Que was shocked.
Ji Jingchuan quickly pulled her hand down and stuffed it back into the quilt, then sat down at the head of the bed properly, holding the storybook and said, "Sister, let me tell you a story."
This was a picture book the adults had bought for Shang Que. Ji Jingchuan, at his age, didn't know many words, so he made up his own story based on the pictures: "There's a beautiful princess in the castle, um... let's call her Princess Que Que. The queen is a fan of Princess Que Que and has her picture taped to the big mirror. She also had an old woman in black bring an apple to Princess Que Que. Princess Que Que happily took a bite, and then—"
He turned to the next page and his eyes suddenly widened: "The apple was a bad apple. Princess Queque fainted after eating it."
"But she woke up again and saw one, two, three... seven short old men." Ji Jingchuan's small face was full of dissatisfaction, "Why are they little old men? I don't want to be a little old man."
When Shang Que heard this, he realized that the story he was telling was "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs".
...something about the queen being a fan of the princess and having her picture taped to the big mirror.
That's clearly asking the magic mirror who is the most beautiful!
Shang Que blinked and comforted him: "There is a prince behind."
"Okay." Ji Jingchuan was finally coaxed into silence and continued, "The evil mother-in-law in black is here again, Princess Queque... Knight Chuanchuan has appeared!"
Shang Que didn't understand: "Why a knight and not a prince?"
"Because the knight and the princess are one family, the prince is from another country. Knight Chuanchuan and Princess Queque are one family." He spoke logically, "Knight Chuanchuan kissed Princess Queque, and Princess Queque woke up."
Ji Jingchuan closed the picture book with satisfaction, came over and kissed Shang Que on the forehead, and said seriously: "Sister, I also
Kiss you, you will be well soon."
Shang Que recovered quickly from the flu, but Ji Jingchuan was infected. He wasn't sick at all, and the burn on his forehead was faked by applying a hot water bottle for over ten minutes.
But Shang Que will always remember that day. She woke up in the evening and turned around to see Ji Jingchuan's head next to hers, his hands covering her hand where she had been given the injection, trying to use the warmth of his small palms to warm the icy medicine entering her blood vessels.
Shang Que's heart suddenly softened. Seeing that Ji Jingchuan was still mumbling something, she leaned closer to listen.
"Shang Que is a jerk. Shang Que is a jerk. Shang Que is a jerk."
Shang Que: ...
It’s too early to be soft-hearted.
Shang Que pursed his lips, raised his hand, and patted Ji Jingchuan's head hard.
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"Ahhh, it hurts so much."
When Ji Jingchuan woke up, he felt as if the bridge of his nose connecting to his forehead was about to break. He covered his face and asked with a grin, "Who hit me while I was sleeping? I hope I'm not disfigured?"
[Shang Que has been here before.] The system answered truthfully, [It's not that disfigurement is the issue, but you, the host, are a bit embarrassed right now.]
"She drew a little turtle on my face?" Ji Jingchuan guessed.
Seeing the system faltering, he uneasy threw off the covers and got out of bed, looking in the mirror. He saw that his delicate and handsome face was now wearing Erlang Shen makeup, with a long red mark on the bridge of his nose, running from the bridge of his nose to the center of his eyebrows.
Shang Que gave him a scraping!
Ji Jingchuan widened his eyes in horror. How could he face people after this?
"Revenge, definitely revenge!" Ji Jingchuan stormed out to settle the score with Shang Que. He knocked on her door but no one answered. He went downstairs again and met a staff member on the way. He stopped him and asked, "Where is Shang Que?"
The other person looked up and blurted out: "I'm going to see Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun!" Seeing Ji Jingchuan's face darken, he quickly covered his mouth and said: "In the backyard, everyone is in the backyard."
The evening live broadcast had not yet ended. When Ji Jingchuan went over, they were sitting in a circle around a stone table, enjoying the cool air, chatting, and playing small games.
Jiang Yize was the first to see him. Just as he was about to say hello, he saw his face clearly under the light: "Puchi——"
Because of his reaction, others turned their heads to look in the direction he was looking, and then burst into strange laughter such as "pu", "ha", "hey", and "hi".
It was Shang Que's turn. Although she was not surprised by Ji Jingchuan's appearance, in order to maintain the formation, she also said: "Happy."
【Hahahahaha, I just said that when people laugh abroad, they mean happy.】
[No, what did everyone see? Why are they all reacting like this all of a sudden?]
[The camera is recording! Turn it over! I want to see it too!]
Before their curiosity could last long, Ji Jingchuan appeared in front of the camera with that somewhat funny face.
Because Feng Ye came, there was one less chair that was originally just enough for six people to sit on, so the staff quickly moved the director's recliner over.
Ji Jingchuan sat up cross-legged and looked around expressionlessly: "What are you laughing at? Is it funny?"
【Hahahahahaha funny.】
I never thought it was so funny before he came out.
[The others are still too polite. If I were in a low position, I would laugh until I crow.]
[Who pulled the sha on him? Why does this technique feel like my mother's?]
[It can be seen that the heat stroke is quite serious.]
How could you all be so ridiculous about Ji Jingchuan? I'll stop talking. My dog watched the livestream and rushed out the door, wanting to be a Roaring Sky Dog. I'm going to chase him.
You didn't let him go either.
Ji Jingchuan had a dark face, and he looked pale because of his illness. With the red mark on the bridge of his nose, his whole face suddenly looked as colorful as an overturned palette.
Jiang Yize tried his best to hold back his laughter and shook his head vigorously: "I'm not laughing. You know I was born with smiling lips."
"I didn't laugh either."
The others also made their own excuses, and when it was Shang Que's turn, she admitted directly: "I laughed, so what?"
Ji Jingchuan's arrogance subsided, and he snorted lightly to express his dissatisfaction, but what he said was: "Nothing."
【Quality unknown, but strong when encountering the weak. 】
[Shang Que: So what? Can you kill me? ]
[Hahahaha, I said only Shang Que could control him. Ji Jingchuan really gets humiliated every time he meets Shang Que.]
Everyone was originally playing games, and when they saw Ji Jingchuan coming, Feng Ye suggested: "Why don't we let Xiaochuan be the judge, and he will choose the one who sings the best in the end."
There is a bottle in the middle of the stone table. Whoever it lands on has to sing a song.
After listening to the rules, Ji Jingchuan did not refuse. He was too lazy to move because of his illness, so he leaned lazily on the chair. His mind was a little dull and he kept thinking blankly.
The game started, and the bottle went to Ning Sheng. Feng Ye, holding the guitar in his arms, asked, "What are you going to sing? I'll accompany you."
Ning Sheng said the title of a very old love song: "Do you know this one?"
Feng Ye's expression froze, and he gave an apologetic smile: "I haven't heard much about it."
"It's okay, it's indeed early. Then I--" Ning Sheng was just about to say that he would just sing a cappella.
At this time, Lu Zhixu suddenly said: "Let me play it, I am familiar with this song."
He took the guitar from Feng Ye, plucked it twice, looked at Ning Sheng, and waited for her to signal to start.
Then a gentle and soothing prelude came from his hands, and Ning Sheng sang along. Although not professional, her soft voice seemed to tell a story at this moment.
After the song was over, everyone applauded. Ning Sheng smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to still remember the tune. Thanks to Lu Zhixu's accompaniment."
On the side, Lu Zhixu was looking at her with his head slightly tilted, his eyes gentle and nostalgic.
【Ahhhhhhhhhhh I’m dying of hunger! 】
This scene is so touching, I could write a fanfic of 800,000 words. No wonder Xuxu Rusheng produces so much.
[A minute has passed. Has the 800,000-word fanfic come out? (Waving the whip)]
[The donkeys of the production team worked at 800,000 words a minute.]
[Madam, don't get too tired, but don't rest either.]
The game continued, and the next person to take the turn was Feng Ye. He sang an original song of his own, and because he had rehearsed it in advance, the whole process was flawless, and the song received a lot of applause at the end.
Everyone had been pointed at by the bottle once or twice, and everyone sang songs openly.
Shang Que, the only survivor at the scene, was feeling lucky when the next second, the mouth of the bottle was facing her.
Shang Que: ...
The guitar was in Feng Ye's hand. He asked enthusiastically, "Sister Shang Que, what are you singing? I'll accompany you."
"No need." Shang Que shook her head. It would be even more embarrassing if someone found out that she could even sing out of tune with the accompaniment.
Under everyone's gaze, she cleared her throat and sang softly, "Little boy, few worries, looking at the sunshine around me..."
Shang Que sang very seriously. She changed the order of the lyrics, which was different from the original. The last line was soft and gentle: "I hope it will always be this way."
When she was a child, her parents were getting divorced, so she and Ji Jingchuan lived with her grandparents for a long time. Gradually, Ji Jingchuan realized that something was wrong and came to ask his parents if they didn't want them anymore.
At that time, Shang Que always comforted him, "No, they will come to pick us up soon", then patted his back and sang this song to coax him to sleep.
Everyone took a turn, and Feng Ye said jokingly, "Teacher Ji, it's time for your comments."
No one responded for a long time. Everyone turned around and saw Ji Jingchuan sitting on the chair with a dazed look on his face.
Feng Ye called him again: "Xiao Chuan, everyone has finished singing, choose the one you think is the best."
Ji Jingchuan came back to his senses and said without hesitation, "Shang Que."
"ah?"
"Is there any problem?" Ji Jingchuan frowned and said seriously, "She sings with the most emotion."
[I also think that Shang Que's voice just now was so gentle.]
[It sounds like the song that plays when the villain and the protagonist are fighting a life-and-death battle.]
[So warm, as if I've returned to the time when I wasn't a vicious woman.]
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