Chapter 135 Cute Internet Celebrity 13
"What happened to him?"
Zheng Yufeng sighed softly, "So much happened back then, it's hard to explain it all in a moment... My senior brother is a genius, and it was my mistake that caused him to lose the opportunity to study abroad."
The night was dark and both sides of the phone were silent. Zheng Yufeng was immersed in the past.
"Han Cheng is outstanding, more outstanding than anyone expected. He should be pursuing a doctorate at the best university in the world, but... my mistake caused him to be blind for six months."
Zheng Yufeng was silent for a long time, his voice hoarse, "One hundred and fifty days, no light, nothing to see. I dare not imagine how he managed to make it through."
Qian Zhou opened his mouth silently, and a sour feeling welled up in his heart.
"My senior brother had a mental problem. He couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and he didn't trust anyone. He was later diagnosed with bipolar disorder..."
"I went to see him. That was when he was at his best. I listened to the live broadcast on my phone every day."
Qianzhou said: "But he has recovered now. Even if he lost the opportunity to study abroad, he is still very powerful."
"Brother Feng, don't blame yourself too much. It's all in the past. The competition tomorrow is cancelled, so you can rest for the whole day, right?"
Zheng Yufeng hummed, and smiled a little, "Your words are very pleasant to listen to."
Qian Zhou responded, "I am better at talking."
"It's getting late, you should go to bed early too." Zheng Yufeng said.
"Okay, bye."
Qian Zhou hung up the phone. Actually, he had just woken up, but couldn't fall asleep for a while.
The needle on the back of his hand had been removed long ago, and Qianzhou went to look for Han Cheng.
Wearing gray hospital slippers, I clattered into the corridor looking for someone, and saw a flickering light at the end of the corridor.
As he got closer, the smell of cigarettes hit him in the face, and Qianzhou coughed twice.
Han Cheng held the cigarette between two fingers, expressionless, leaning against the window and looking over sideways.
Seeing that it was Qian Zhou, he put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
"Awake." Han Cheng's voice was hoarse. He looked at Qian Zhou's hospital gown and didn't like it very much.
"Buy a new set tomorrow. Your old clothes are torn."
Qianzhou looked at the cigarette butts piled up like a mountain in the ashtray and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Sleep for a while."
Han Cheng took him back and took his temperature again with a thermometer, and it was normal.
Qian Zhou sat on the hospital bed and asked, "What time will we return to the hotel tomorrow?"
"In the afternoon," said Han Cheng.
"oh."
Qian Zhou lay on his side. Ten minutes later, he saw Han Cheng still looking out the window, so he sat next to him holding a blanket.
Han Cheng turned his head to look at him, and Qian Zhou said, "I can't sleep either."
"I fell asleep as soon as I arrived at the hospital. I slept for nearly eight hours. Maybe because I was still running a fever, I slept more deeply than usual. As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt alert."
"What else?" Han Cheng asked.
He closed his eyes quietly and listened to Qianzhou speak.
"Also... I thought you didn't smoke, because Han Cheng seemed so perfect in everyone's eyes. You even finished two sets of competition questions in two hours. That's amazing."
Qian Zhou spoke incoherently, without any logic.
"Chen Nian said he wanted to stay under you to study for a master's degree after graduation, and so did Zhou Jingjing. They told me quietly."
Han Cheng closed his eyes and said softly, "I don't take graduate students."
Qian Zhou said: "Is that so... Then I won't take the postgraduate entrance examination."
Han Cheng opened his eyes.
"What?"
Qian Zhou hugged the blanket and leaned against the back of the sofa. "After I graduate, I will concentrate on live streaming. I want to make a lot of money and support myself."
At this point, he lowered his head and said, "I'm not sure if I can graduate yet... The graduation thesis is the biggest headache."
Han Cheng was a little surprised. "You don't even have the confidence to pass your graduation thesis?"
Qian Zhou nodded, "I'm a poor student."
Qian Zhou pulled Han Cheng's sleeve and blinked, acting like a spoiled child.
"You'll help me, right?"
Han Cheng looked at Qian Zhou and turned his head away. "Yes."
Qianzhou covered the small blanket with peace of mind, "Okay, good night."
After saying that, she leaned on Han Cheng and fell asleep.
“…”
Didn’t you say you couldn’t sleep?
Han Cheng reached out and grasped Qian Zhou's right wrist, his fingertips felt the bandage, and he stared out the window in a daze.
I thought that if I gave him enough freedom and kept some distance, he would be happy and safe.
But judging by the dark circles under Qian Zhou's eyes and the things he did...
I almost signed a contract with an unscrupulous company, posted a video exposing my location and was stalked by extreme fans, and I couldn't pay the rent.
Qian Zhou did not take good care of himself as Han Cheng expected.
Instead, I go to bed at two o'clock every day, get up early to attend classes with dark circles under my eyes, and even forget to eat breakfast.
I almost fainted in the corridor due to low blood sugar.
Han Cheng pinched Qian Zhou's fingers and narrowed his eyes.
"Still have to keep it by your side..."
Night is the time when past events are most likely to come to mind. The seeds in Han Cheng's heart grew wildly, as if they were an airtight cage formed by branches and leaves.
Qianzhou's phone vibrated.
Han Cheng looked down at the screen and saw a text message.
It was a letter sent regularly by Qianzhou’s landlord, saying: If you don’t hand it over today, I will ask someone to pack up all your things and throw them in the corridor, and you’ll have to find another place to live!
Han Cheng picked up the phone and used Qian Zhou's fingerprint to unlock it.
The light from the screen reflected on Han Cheng's profile. He lowered his eyes and looked for a while, then tapped the screen with his slender fingers.
Delete the message.
Qianzhou slept until noon. If the nurse on duty hadn't come to take his temperature, Qianzhou would have continued to sleep.
He had a messy head of hair and saw a set of newly bought clothes at the bedside.
He tilted his head and yawned, then handed the thermometer to the nurse.
"It's ok, the fever has completely subsided."
After the nurse left, Qianzhou got up from the bed in a daze, grabbed his clothes and started to put them on.
He took off his hospital gown, revealing his smooth back and slender waist.
With his lower body covered in the quilt, Qian Zhou had just changed his shirt when Han Cheng pushed the door open.
About to take off my pants.
"Close the door, close the door." Qian Zhou said.
Han Cheng closed the door and asked, "What would you like to eat for lunch?"
Qianzhou thought for a while and said that it was all right.
The hospital gown pants were a bit short, so Qianzhou threw the blue and white striped trousers aside.
The long white legs were pressed on the quilt, with two obvious bruises on the knees.
"Why did I bump into it again..." Qian Zhou muttered softly.
Qianzhou's legs are really long, thin and well-proportioned, without any extra fat, and they are dazzlingly white in the sunlight.
Han Cheng bought him a little yellow duck cartoon set, which looked like a children's store.
He also wore a yellow duckbill hat to block the sun and wind, but it was ugly.
Qian Zhou was still walking behind Han Cheng. All his food, clothing, housing and transportation these days were spent on Han Cheng's money.
Han Cheng had asked him for help before, and Qian Zhou had indeed solved a lot of problems.
But this was not enough to offset the cost of Han Cheng buying him train tickets, booking a hospital room, and physical examination.
"I, I'll return the money to you next month."
Han Cheng looked at him and said nothing.
Qian Zhou could tell that he was unhappy again, but Han Chen was only his senior brother now, so he shouldn't be spending so much money on him...
Nothing happened after returning to the hotel, and the group returned to school as planned.
This time, only Qian Zhou took Han Cheng's car, and the rest took the bus.
After returning to the downstairs of the rental house, Qianzhou couldn't laugh at all. He said he had forgotten something important.
Rent, rent, rent...completely forgotten about it.
All his things were stacked in boxes and rows on the side of the road, and the new residents were already moving their things in.
“…”
""
Han Cheng rolled down the window and asked:
"Why don't you go home?"
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