Chapter 70
Jiang Shiyu was awakened by the heat.
He felt as if he were trapped in some flame, wanting to escape but unable to, confined in a tight, narrow space that was suffocating him. Jiang Shiyu suddenly opened his eyes. Zheng Yanye's arms were tightly wrapped around him, leaving him no room to turn over.
Zheng Yanye was still asleep. He'd been busy all night, and his eyes were still slightly blue. Jiang Shiyu, trapped by him, couldn't move, so he simply tilted his head back to observe Zheng Yanye. His boyfriend must have been really exhausted last night; his hair was all flying.
Jiang Shiyu felt that he looked very much like the Lion King.
He imagined what Zheng Yanye would look like with blonde hair. Zheng Yanye had deep eye sockets and handsome brow bones. Dyeing his hair this light color would make his bones look more three-dimensional, and he would look colder when he didn't make any expression. He would subconsciously push his hair back, letting the golden hair fall messily in front of his forehead, revealing his handsome eyebrows.
He seemed quite handsome, Jiang Shiyu thought, leaning in Zheng Yanye's arms. It was even more exciting that such a handsome man was his. He briefly escaped from his sick state in his fantasy, and listened to Zheng Yanye's heartbeat and laughed unconsciously.
But why did he feel that the drumbeats in his ears were getting faster?
Before he could react, he was hugged even tighter in someone's arms. Zheng Yan also rested his chin on his shoulder, and his voice sounded muffled, with obvious laziness from just waking up.
"What are you laughing at?"
Jiang Shiyu was suddenly caught by the object of his fantasy and felt inexplicably guilty. He and Zheng Yan looked at each other, and he immediately lowered his head, burying it deeper in Zheng Yan's chest, leaving only the top of his round head exposed.
However, some people clearly didn't know what it meant to stop at a certain point. Zheng Yan had no intention of letting him go, and continued to rub against his shoulder.
"Baby, what are you laughing at? Why don't you tell me?"
He whispered in Jiang Shiyu's ear, his breath spraying on his earlobe. His tone was obviously smiling but also mixed with a hint of grievance. Combined with the timing and action, he looked sexy and magnetic.
Zheng Yan is exactly like a Samoyed, Jiang Shiyu thought, clingy and loving.
"There's nothing to laugh at." He tried hard to pretend that nothing happened, and his voice was a little hoarse, like glass polished by gravel.
Zheng Yanye's attention returned to his voice. He gently patted Jiang Shiyu's back, his two sword-like eyebrows knitted together again: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Jiang Shiyu raised his hand and stroked his brow, trying to calm the man's obvious worry: "It's much better now."
His wrist was grabbed mid-air, and his sleeve had fallen down to the middle of his arm, revealing a piece of white skin as crisp as a lotus root. Zheng Yan also helped him pull up his sleeve and looked at him: "Are you still going to practice today?"
"Go." Jiang Shiyu thought about the little time left and their progress, and his head hurt even more.
Zheng Yanye: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."
Jiang Shiyu followed Zheng Yanye listlessly. They arrived at the classroom not very early. Two people had already started practicing, and two others had not arrived yet.
The atmosphere was still not very good, but Jiang Shiyu had no intention of easing it. Not everyone was worthy of sincere treatment.
He nodded slightly, said hello to the other two people, and then he and Zheng Yan practiced on their own on one side, creating a clear boundary between Chu and Han in the entire space.
Just when Jiang Shiyu thought they would continue to be in this stalemate, the last two people finally arrived in a hurry.
Fang Chumu glanced at He Xiaoyao beside him. They had been working on the rankings until two o'clock last night, watching Jiang Shiyu's ranking jump up like crazy, as if one of Jiang Shiyu's fans had spent a fortune last night and used the money to open up a new path for the real owner.
The two of them looked at the account named "Yu Yi Wo Suo Yu Ye" in the dark, feeling jealous so much that their teeth ached. The light from the phone screen shone on their faces, making them look even paler and more like ghosts.
He Xiaoyao: "Jiang Shiyu is quite something, let's get more of his shots."
Fang Chumu nodded in agreement: "I heard there will be a promotional film shoot tomorrow. Our team's camera highlights will definitely be focused on Jiang Shiyu and the others. We must build a good relationship with him."
The two of them mumbled and planned for a long time, and He Xiaoyao sighed: "Why don't my fans spend money on me? Why is Jiang Shiyu so lucky?"
"Is it because he's good-looking?"
Feng Zhuo was on the upper bunk, listening to the increasingly disturbing noises of these two people, and couldn't help rolling his eyes: Good looks are the biggest trump card, Jiang Shiyu should be popular.
Besides, that big fan has already been exposed, and that Zheng Yanye's smurf account. It's only natural for Zheng Yanye to spend money on Jiang Shiyu. What are these two people jealous of?
You two are not good people either, he thought. He would talk to Zheng Yan tomorrow and ask him to pay attention to these two people.
Fang Chumu thought of their grand plan, and forced himself to put on a smile. He suddenly spoke in an unnatural tone, "Jiang...Xiaoyu, good morning."
The room was quiet for a moment.
Jiang Shiyu blinked. Did the sun rise from the west today? These two men, his main force, who were so sarcastic, actually came to greet him. And what was this Jiang Xiaoyu called?
Calling someone close by using the reduplicated character means intimately, and calling them by the last character means attachment. When calling someone you don’t like, no matter how you speak to them, you will find that they don’t like you.
He didn't understand what the two people wanted to do for a moment, so he just said "hmm" lightly as a response.
He Xiaoyao also came over and said in surprise, "We're going to shoot a promotional video soon, Xiaoyu, why do you look so bad?"
"Didn't you get enough rest?" He sighed and continued, "So it's hard to sleep in a double room too? We were sleeping in a large dorm room for eight people, and I thought your double rooms were more comfortable."
He sounded like he cared about Jiang Shiyu, but the tone in his words that accused Jiang Shiyu of being hypocritical and gloating could not be concealed at all.
Jiang Shiyu didn't even bother to give him a glance.
He Xiaoyao felt bored and turned to another person: "Yan Ye, aren't you and Jiang Shiyu sharing a room? Are you guys noisy at night?"
Zheng Yan also stayed beside him with a sullen face because he didn't sleep well. These two people added fuel to the fire last night and became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Jiang Shiyu's illness. Now they want to sow discord between him and Jiang Shiyu.
Do you think people are fools if they don't get angry?
Besides, he was not that familiar with these people.
Without even raising his eyelids, he said, "Just call me Zheng Yan."
"How our dormitory is doing is our own business."
He Xiaoyao: ...
But those who can stay here are all talented people who can bend and stretch. He Xiaoyao smiled to hide his embarrassment. He hit a wall with Jiang Shiyu and Zheng Yanye, and immediately turned to the other two people.
Since they cannot be used by him, then it is what he deserves for isolating these two people.
He Xiaoyao looked at the two people over there, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes.
Jiang Shiyu sipped water from his thermos. This old-school, cadre-style item had nothing to do with him, but Zheng Yan refused to budge. Not only did he insist on wearing a double-layered stainless steel cartoon thermos with his oversized, trendy outfit, he even soaked goji berries in it.
Before leaving, Jiang Shiyu still resisted: "I don't think this is in line with my style."
But his resistance was completely ineffective, and Zheng Yan said seriously, "I don't care what you think. I think it's very consistent."
"I made some goji berry water especially for you." He lowered his eyes, a hint of grievance in his voice, which Jiang Shiyu could just detect. He lowered the hand holding the cup slightly, "If you don't like it, don't bring it."
What a green tea, Jiang Shiyu thought, Zheng Yan will now take the opportunity to retreat.
But he just fell for it.
Jiang Shiyu immediately took the pink thermos cup and said, "I like it. I like it very much."
Zheng Yanye's mouth corners curled up slightly.
Zheng Yan also looked at Jiang Shiyu like a kitten. After he finished drinking, he naturally took the cup from his hand, screwed it up and put it aside.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah." Jiang Shiyu nodded.
Zheng Yan also expressed doubts about his words. Jiang Shiyu still looked haggard. He said this to reassure him and didn't even dare to look at him.
He simply went straight to the point and covered Jiang Shiyu's forehead: "Let me touch it."
"It still seems a little hot."
"I'm really much better now." Jiang Shiyu took his hand soothingly, trying to prove it to his boyfriend. "How about we have an arm wrestling match? If I win, you'll believe me."
Zheng Yanye: ...
He had not forgotten how Jiang Shiyu had stunned the whole audience with his handsomeness and overturned everyone's impression of him, from that big-eyed cute guy to that big-eyed cute guy with great strength. He did not want to lose his leading position in the forum just because of a game.
"I believe you." He coughed lightly and changed the subject, "But you must tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Jiang Shiyu nodded obediently.
Zheng Yan also wanted to say something, but someone came to disturb the tender time between them. Feng Zhuo rushed into their classroom as if he was in an empty space, and as soon as he arrived, he accurately locked onto Jiang Shiyu and hung on him.
"Get down." Zheng Yan also glared at him, "Xiao Yu is sick. Don't press on him and make him uncomfortable."
"I'm sorry." Feng Zhuo stuck out his tongue and stood up. "Why are you sick? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zheng Yan also snorted coldly: "I'm so angry."
Feng Zhuo opened his mouth wide: "Really?"
Jiang Shiyu feigned anger and slapped Zheng Yanye, telling him to shut up. "That's not true." He looked at Feng Zhuo, "Why did you suddenly come to see us?"
Feng Zhuo had wanted to talk about what he'd heard in the dormitory last night, but seeing Jiang Shiyu like this, he held his tongue. Their Xiaoyu was truly kindhearted and believed everyone else was a good person. As expected of Jiang Shiyu, he thought, he should find time to talk to Zheng Yan about this later.
The knight should protect the princess who does not mess with the mortal world.
He explained his purpose: "Aren't you going to shoot the promotional video? The PD teacher asked me to come and get you. He said you were the only group missing."
"Come with me quickly."
The closer it gets to the finals, the more creative the planning needs to be. Feng Zhuo explained to them as they walked, "This time it seems to be a light and shadow theme. I heard from the PD sister that they hired a special photography master, a very expensive one, and they only have it available for this day."
Jiang Shiyu followed Feng Zhuo all the way and found out that their filming this time was not in the studio at the base.
The PD explained that the master preferred natural scenery. Everyone else laughed. After everyone finally arrived, they got on the bus and set off.
Perhaps because of his illness, Jiang Shiyu felt drowsy as soon as he got in the car. He felt his right eyelid was twitching, which made him feel anxious.
He unconsciously grabbed Zheng Yanye's hand.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Zheng Yan also wrapped his hands around his chest, lowered his eyes and asked softly.
"No." Jiang Shiyu shook his head, "I just feel uncomfortable. I always feel like something is going to happen."
"Don't think too much." Zheng Yan gently brought him to his shoulders and slowly massaged his temples. "It's okay."
Jiang Shiyu still felt uneasy, but he looked at Zheng Yanye's profile and calmed himself down slightly.
It's okay, Zheng Yan is always by his side.
One has to admit that sometimes one's sixth sense is incredibly accurate. No one would have thought that during the brief moment when the security guards relaxed and dozed off, someone would break into the deserted base and push open several doors that were not properly closed.
After they finished a day's filming, it was already late at night when they returned to the room.
Zheng Yan was busy taking Jiang Shiyu's temperature again and taking care of him, and didn't notice that their wardrobe door seemed to be open a crack.
If someone had noticed this and opened the cabinet door, they would have found that a mobile phone hidden in the coat pocket was missing.
If Zheng Yan could react, he would remember that the phone contained his private photo album.
Inside are photos of Jiang Shiyu that he took.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
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