Zhen Tian was sent back to the art university for class early in the morning.
Then Ji Yuzhi was sent to work, and Zhen Tian wondered if she should learn to drive. Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to just drop her off and leave.
As she was thinking, someone patted her on the shoulder from behind.
"Hey sis, did you have a good holiday?" Yang Tao patted her left shoulder and then sat down to her right.
Zhen Tian wasn't angry at being teased, and looked at Yang Tao with a grin: "Peach."
"Are you having a great time with your crush?" Yang Tao raised her eyebrows and smiled lewdly.
"It's alright," Zhen Tian said, not quite understanding Yang Tao's point. "I'm just a little tired."
"I'm a little tired!!!" Yang Tao's voice rose: "Sister, you don't have to be so detailed..."
"How did you get so tired?" she asked, her tone even more lewd.
"It's just moving. It's exhausting." Zhen Tian looked at her and said, "Why are you smiling so strangely?"
"Moving?" Yang Tao almost choked on her saliva. This was completely different from what she had imagined; it had nothing to do with anything at all.
“Yes. Let’s move to a safer place.” Zhen Tian nodded: “There are requirements for work.”
"Oh, right, that makes sense."
Yang Tao stopped making a fuss, took a rice ball out of her bag and stuffed it into her mouth: "You've already eaten, haven't you? I didn't know I didn't buy you one when you came to class."
Zhen Tian shook her head: "I didn't eat."
"Huh? You haven't eaten?" Yang Tao rummaged through her bag again and took out a grilled sausage: "This is all I have."
Zhen Tian took it, removed the packaging bag, and took a bite.
"Why didn't your crush make you breakfast?" In the past, whenever Sweetie came home, she would always have eaten before coming over.
"There was no food at the new house. And he was in a tight schedule, dropping me off and leaving right away."
"Hmm...it seems there are quite a few issues with moving."
"Yes. Just get used to it gradually."
Just as we finished eating, the teacher walked in.
Unexpectedly, she ran into Teacher Chen's class as soon as she got back. Zhen Tian and Teacher Chen exchanged a glance, and Zhen Tian shrank back guiltily.
Teacher Chen glanced at her with a smile, showing no intention of letting her off the hook.
"Zhen Tian, you're back. Tell everyone about your comics. Let's all take a look."
"teacher……"
Zhen Tian was a little embarrassed.
"Go on, go on," Yang Tao pushed her from below, "Hurry up, or the teacher will find out I was playing on my phone soon."
Helpless, Zhen Tian had no choice but to go up to the podium, briefly talk about her comics, and then talk about the Yueyue Group's grand ceremony when the teacher asked her a question.
As she went downstairs, she saw Yang Tao frantically trying to wink at her from a distance.
"What's wrong?"
As soon as she sat down, Yang Tao eagerly handed her her phone: "Look, look!"
"What's wrong with Zhizhi again?" Zhen Tian asked. Yang Tao usually only acts like this when Zhizhi has something on her mind.
"No, this time it's not your man, it's your sister."
Yang Tao pointed to the second place on the trending searches.
[Outstanding Chinese Female Pianist]
As soon as you enter Zhentian, the first thing you see is a short video of Ye Qingyan sitting in front of a piano.
Because of class, the video couldn't be played properly, so she had to scroll down.
The trending topic didn't come out of nowhere.
Instead, Ye Qingyan won first place in the music competition she participated in. The key point is that this year she was competing against a universally recognized cellist of exceptional talent. Although the instruments were different, the competition wasn't about the instruments themselves, but rather the overall effect.
"Look down there, many people are praising Qingyan for looking like a fairy, and the music sounds ethereal."
Zhen Tian glanced through it briefly, and Yang Tao was not exaggerating at all.
It's fair to say that netizens are far more exaggerated than Yang Tao.
"Did you win an award?" Zhen Tian looked at Yang Tao happily.
"Of course, how could this be fake?" Yang Tao was already convinced: "I really don't know what great things I did in my past life to be surrounded by big shots in this life."
Zhen Tian quickly took out her phone and sent a congratulatory message to Ye Qingyan.
However, Ye Qingyan did not reply promptly as usual.
...
"Are you alright?" the agent asked softly, sitting down next to Ye Qingyan.
What do you think?
Ye Qingyan looked listless, and her mouth was covered by a mask.
"Do you have warm water?" the agent asked the flight attendant.
"Yes, please wait a moment."
After the flight attendant left, the agent couldn't help but nag, "That's why I said if you're sick, stay a few more days and come back when you're better. Nobody's rushing you."
"Can't I just go home and rest? Stop nagging." Ye Qingyan felt dizzy, her throat hurt, and her nose was stuffy. She felt uncomfortable all over.
She turned over, ignoring her agent beside her.
"Look, if you hadn't been in such a hurry, we could have booked first class to come back. Now we're just crammed into business class."
The agent nagged a few more times before quieting down after feeding Ye Qingyan the medicine.
The plane has been flying for eight hours. It will take another six hours to land at the airport in S city.
The agent was also tired and went to sleep under a blanket.
Upon landing, Ye Qingyan developed a fever again. Her manager was so worried she wanted to pack her up and take her to the hospital immediately.
He was perfectly fine during the competition, but he fell ill immediately after it ended.
This disease came on suddenly and violently.
After getting off the plane, the agent didn't ask Ye Qingyan to do anything. He went to get the luggage himself and left her to wait on the side.
Ye Qingyan stood still, holding her phone and turning it on.
As soon as I opened it, I saw my sister's text message.
She gave a weak smile. She was just about to reply to the text message.
A phone call came in, and before she could even see who it was, the hand that was typing answered the call.
"Hey..." she said in a muffled voice, her nose was stuffy so she could only breathe through her mouth, and her voice sounded strange.
"What's wrong? Your voice sounds off. Have you gotten off the plane?" A man's voice came from inside.
Ye Qingyan took out her phone and saw that it was indeed Huo Qingming.
She laughed: "I just got off the plane and caught a cold."
"At Beijing Capital International Airport?"
"Um."
"I'll come pick you up."
"No, it's too far."
"I'm nearby, ten minutes will be quick. Wait for me."
"All right."
Not long after Ye Qingyan hung up the phone, her agent came running over, panting, dragging four large suitcases.
"Let's go, the car is here."
"Someone is coming to pick me up."
Ye Qingyan took off her mask and looked at herself in the light of her phone. She looked very haggard and had no energy at all.
Who is it?
“Friend.” Ye Qingyan walked slowly ahead, while her manager chased after her. “Then you should just go home and rest. Why are you so stubborn and refuse to go to the hospital? It’s something that could be fixed with just one injection, but you’ve dragged it out for so long.”
Ye Qingyan followed her manager's lead and thought of the hospital, and the thought of the sharp, white needle made her tremble.
She would never admit that she was afraid of injections.
As Ye Qingyan walked into the parking lot, the Bentley appeared before her eyes.
She watched as the man, dressed in a sharp suit, stepped out of the car, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Qingming Festival..."
The man came over, took off her mask, and placed his palm on her forehead: "Let me see."
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