After the bet, Fang Jiqing left angrily. Yan Xiangming wanted to talk to Ye Cang about the album production, but considering his friend's feelings, he could only leave with apology.

Shen Huai sighed: "Why do you bother with him?"

"I was just teasing him. Did you really let him run naked?" Ye Cang said with a smile.

Shen Huai: "..."

Why did he think Ye Cang was serious at that time?

However, after Ye Cang said this, Shen Huai did not refute him, and instead said: "I just signed two advertisements for you, and we will shoot them after the finals."

Ye Cang nodded: "You can decide on these matters."

Shen Huai knew that he didn't care about these business activities, but he still said it briefly, and then said: "I plan to recruit an assistant for you. Do you have any requirements?"

"Requirements?"

Ye Cang looked at Shen Huai suspiciously. With the end of the competition, he will participate in more and more activities in the future. It is still necessary to have an assistant, but Shen Huai's suggestion now always makes him have a bad premonition. Shen

Huai's expression did not change, and he did not show any flaws.

Ye Cang could only keep his doubts in his heart and said: "I don't have any requirements. As long as the person is stable and obedient, it's fine."

Shen Huai nodded and kept his request in mind.

Ye Cang thought of something: "Oh, by the way, it would be best if you could play Happy Match with me. You guys don't play this, and no one gives me stamina. The last few levels have been so difficult for me..."

Shen Huai: "..."

He decided to ignore Ye Cang's request.

-

Shen Huai announced the assistant recruitment requirements through the company. Of course, he couldn't be as casual as Ye Cang. His requirements were a bit more, and it would be difficult to find a suitable candidate in a short time.

But Shen Huai was not in a hurry. Before the end of the finals, Ye Cang didn't really need an assistant, and there was still a period of running-in. It would take some time before he could really use one.

But there was trouble again in the semi-finals.

Ye Cang's song selection has been submitted, but there is a problem. Li Jun, the composer of "Dying Traveler", has passed away. When he was alive, this song was not released, so there is no accompaniment tape.

Ye Cang needs to make the score and arrangement on the spot, and the live band is rehearsing urgently. It is conceivable that after this performance, the musicians will probably hate Ye Cang to death.

Fortunately, Ye Cang didn't know about this, but based on Shen Huai's understanding of him, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't take it to heart.

Shen Huai could only pay out of his own pocket to buy drinks for the musicians, at least to reduce Ye Cang's hatred value.

As the competition approached, I don’t know if it was because Ye Cang was too hated or because he was too tired from the continuous competitions, but after the rehearsal, he caught a cold. No one paid attention to it at the time, but who knew that he suddenly had a fever in the middle of the night.

The next morning, Shen Huai saw that he had not left the room for a long time, so he went in to check on him. He was a little feverish.

Shen Huai didn’t care about Cherry and others who were still filming, and hurriedly helped him to the hospital.

Ye Cang’s physical foundation was not good. He had died once due to excessive blood loss. Later, he seemed to be fine, but in fact, he had always had a root cause of illness and had not taken good care of himself. In order to adapt the two songs "Mulholland Drive" and "Meow", he often stayed up late. At this time, his body could not bear it anymore.

Shen Huai didn't know what to say. In fact, he felt a little guilty. As an agent, he should have paid more attention to the artist's health, but he didn't notice Ye Cang's problem. It was really wrong.

Ye Cang had an IV drip on the back of his hand. His face was pale and his lips were chapped. He looked listless.

He didn't think it was Shen Huai's fault. He had been a ghost for a long time and his perception of the human body was not very sensitive. In fact, his body had sent out signals a long time ago, but he didn't take it to heart. And this outburst was a good thing. It just made him sigh again that his body was too bad. He really should exercise well in the future.

Cherry and the others followed into the hospital with a camera. Such an emergency was the highlight of the show. After the chief director found out, he immediately gave instructions, asking them to film Ye Cang receiving an IV drip, and to interview him as well, as material for the preview.

Cherry stepped forward and said, "Ye Cang, you suddenly fell ill. Are you worried about the next game?"

Ye Cang showed his usual nonchalant smile, but then he coughed twice, and it was obvious that he was really ill.

Shen Huai looked at him with some worry.

After Ye Cang finished coughing, his face looked even worse, and he said in a hoarse voice, "There's nothing to worry about. I can win even if I'm sick."

Cherry: "...Haha, you are really confident."

Ye Cang smiled, but didn't reply. This was not self-confidence, but a reasonable judgment based on his own strength.

Because Ye Cang was ill, Yingtao was not too distraught. She asked a few questions and then left with everyone so as not to disturb him from recuperating.

Ye Cang and Shen Huai were the only ones left in the ward.

Shen Huai looked at the watch and saw that it was already time for lunch. Ye Cang had not eaten a single grain of rice since the morning. Considering his physical condition, he could not eat anything else at this time, so Shen Huai ordered some white porridge.

While waiting for the takeaway, he went out to get some hot water, and when he came back, he saw Ye Cang lying on the bed, holding his phone in the hand that was not receiving the injection, playing games with great interest.

Seeing Shen Huai coming in, he quickly put his cell phone under the pillow and covered his forehead: "Hey, a little dizzy."

Shen Huai: "..."

He ignored this drama queen, poured water into the cup, and waited until the water became warm before saying to Ye Cang: "Drink some hot water first."

Ye Cang leaned on the pillow and said weakly: "I don't have strength, agent, can you feed me?"

Shen Huai said coldly: "I don't think so. Weren't you very energetic when you were playing games just now?"

Ye Cang: "No, no, I just forced myself to play for a while."

Shen Huai: "..."

He felt that his cultivation would always become very weak in front of Ye Cang. He could maintain it in the past, but since the halo of "Rock Tyrant" on Ye Cang's head became weaker and weaker, he often wanted to beat this guy up.

But in the end, Shen Huai still couldn't stand Ye Cang's shamelessness. He raised his pillow and brought the cup to Ye Cang's lips.

Ye Cang's eyes passed over the slender fingers holding the cup, and the wrist connected to it.

Shen Huai's clothes were very neat, even the buttons on his sleeves were buttoned meticulously, a little skin was sparingly exposed from the cuffs of his shirt, and he was wearing an exquisite men's watch on it. The black strap formed a sharp contrast with his fair skin, and one could even vaguely see the light blue veins under his skin.

Ye Cang was a little dazed as he watched.

Shen Huai took a long time to get the water, but found that Ye Cang didn't drink it at all. When he was about to put it down, someone grabbed his wrist.

Ye Cang raised his eyes and said lazily: "Ah Huai, can't you be a little patient with me?" Shen

Huai was almost startled by this intimate name and got goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't even hold the cup of water in his hand. Fortunately, Ye Cang's hand was firmly holding his wrist, so he didn't spill water on the bed.

Ye Cang didn't let go and drank the water from his hand.

Perhaps because he was still running a fever, Ye Cang's body temperature was a little high, but his hands were clenched so tightly, he didn't look like a patient at all.

After he finished drinking the water, Shen Huai pushed him away unnaturally and put the cup on the table. However, even so, he could still feel the lingering temperature on his wrist, which made him put his hands behind his back a little unnaturally.

Ye Cang saw his expression and a hint of mystery appeared on his face.

Shen Huai looked away and didn't notice the expression on his face. He cleared his throat and looked a little serious: "I just asked the doctor, you have a lot of health problems, anemia, malnutrition, I plan to hire a nutritionist to take good care of you. More importantly, you can't stay up late anymore, I will strictly supervise your work and rest."

Ye Cang's face suddenly fell: "No... No need."

However, Shen Huai, who has always been easy to talk to, did not give in on this issue: "No, you are not the same as before. Since you are a new person, you must follow the rules of human beings."

Ye Cang: "..."

No, why does this sound weird, why does it sound like I was just released from prison? ?

Ye Cang bargained, but Shen Huai was ruthless and rejected him mercilessly.

In the end, Ye Cang could only accept it with a bitter face.

But no matter what, this would have to wait until he returned from the hospital.

Compared to this, what is more worrying is the upcoming semi-final.

If Ye Cang had not been sick, he would not have taken a mere semi-final seriously. But this illness came on suddenly, and he did not get better so quickly. On the day of the competition, Ye Cang still had a low fever.

When Shen Huai and he got out of the car and walked towards the studio, they found that the outside of the studio was almost surrounded by green, and the colors of other players were squeezed to only a few scattered blocks of color.

Seeing him coming, the fans who were surrounding him outside immediately shouted his name. They had all seen Ye Cang's injection in the previous trailer, and they even added subtitles later, fearing that Ye Cang's illness would not be exaggerated to be serious enough.

The fans were very worried, and many who were not fans of the show bought tickets to come, just to see him in person.

Ye Cang paused, waved and greeted them.

The fans immediately burst into screams, but when they saw his thinner face and his sickly look that could not be concealed even with a mask on, several fans couldn't help but shout in the crowd.

"Cangcang, take care of yourself! The competition has nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, no matter how you perform, we will always support you!"

"We like you and your songs, and we know you've worked hard!"

Ye Cang was a little helpless. It sounded like he was doomed to fail, but despite this, he did not refute the fans' kindness, and asked them to take precautions against heat stroke before entering the studio.

Shen Huai glanced at the number of people outside, called them to order mung bean soup, and then accompanied Ye Cang into the lounge.

Because Ye Cang was sick, he only rehearsed once, and the chief director was a little worried. In addition, Ye Cang didn't seem to have recovered yet, and there would be a live broadcast soon, so he didn't know if he had the strength to hold on.

Ye Cang didn't think too much. He found a corner in the rest room, wrapped himself in a blanket and began to take a nap. The staff coming and going seemed to have no effect on him at all.

Li Zihang originally wanted to come over and ask him if his cold had gotten better, but seeing him like this, he couldn't ask anymore and could only leave quietly.

The time before the game passed quickly, and the staff rushed in: "All players, get ready, you'll be ready to go on stage soon."

Shen Huai frowned slightly. Ye Cang was still asleep at this time, and he looked very tired.

Shen Huai didn't want to wake him up, but the game was about to start, and there was nothing he could do. He pushed Ye Cang's shoulder: "Wake up, get ready to go on stage."

Ye Cang didn't respond at all.

Shen Huai's heart skipped a beat, worried that he had a fever again, and reached out his hand to cover Ye Cang's forehead. However, before he could confirm whether he had a fever or not, a hand held his.

Ye Cang opened his eyes, and there seemed to be no sleepiness in his eyes: "Are you going to go on stage?"

Shen Huai nodded.

Ye Cang threw away the blanket, stood up, and looked energetic.

Seeing this, Jiang Junyan muttered softly: "You are not sick at all, you are pretending..."

Shen Huai did not hear his words, but just frowned and looked at Ye Cang's back, and then clenched the palm that was touched by sweat into a fist.