"Xiao He's back!"
Lin Nian turned her head and saw Jin He walking into the house with a backpack. He threw the key on the shoe cabinet and looked down to find his shoes. He seemed dazed and confused, as if he hadn't heard her speak.
Jin He only slept for a while on the plane. After landing, her fever subsided, and she was taken to the variety show set, where she stayed for a day and a night before returning this morning.
"Xiao He?" Lin Nian called him again, leaning closer to examine his expression. She felt a chill run down her spine: "Xiao He, what's wrong? You look terrible."
"ah?"
Jin He then realized that Lin Nian had come to his side at some point, and his eyes were glazed over, as if his brain was working at a rapid pace.
After half a day, my brain went blank.
"What's wrong, Xiao He?"
"I just finished eating."
"I asked if you're alright, and if you need to rest?"
"Huh? I've finished memorizing the script."
Are you sick?
My flight was at 3 a.m. today.
Lin Nian: "..."
The main point is that it's completely nonsensical and full of random replies after being read.
At this moment, An Yi pushed open the door and walked out, quickly walking to Jin He's side. He reached out and touched Jin He's forehead, which was still slightly hot.
Do you have plans for tonight?
"Yes, I sell iced drinks at the entrance of the company building. They are coffee with snail rice noodle flavor and cake with grass flavor."
An Yi: "..."
He's starting to talk nonsense.
"Go back to sleep." An Yi reached out and pulled him forward. "I'll bring you some fever reducer in a bit."
Jin He understood what he meant and drifted back to his room like a lost soul.
She fell asleep on the bed without even having time to remove her makeup.
"Are you feeling really unwell?" Lin Nian, holding a bottle of makeup remover, followed behind Jin He, peeking out from the doorway. "Should we take her to the hospital? How high is her fever? What's her temperature?"
An Yi held the thermometer, looking at the number on it with worry: "38.4".
After saying that, he woke up Jin He and made him take fever-reducing medicine.
Jin He didn't even bother to drink water. She just threw the medicine in her mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and then lay back and fell asleep.
An Yi reached out and touched Jin He's slightly flushed cheek again, carefully tucking the blanket around Jin He's head. When he turned his head, he saw Lin Nian standing behind him with a subtle expression.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" An Yi found him inexplicable.
"You two have made up?"
An Yi opened his mouth, about to say something, but then he thought that he didn't know Jin He's attitude towards this matter. What if Jin He didn't want others to know?
Yes, Jin He doesn't even want to go to the hospital.
"Um."
An Yi nodded dryly.
"That's good. We're all in the same regiment, and we'll be fighting side by side from now on. We can talk about anything." Lin Nian felt extremely gratified. "Come on, let me help Xiao He remove her makeup. Sleeping with makeup on is bad for her skin."
"Let me do it." An Yi snatched the makeup remover from Lin Nian's hand and wiped it on Jin He's face, only removing some foundation.
In fact, Jin He's appearance is a gift from God. Doing makeup for him is usually the easiest thing to do because of his naturally superior bone structure and fair skin. He doesn't need much other embellishment, except sometimes we need to cover up his dark circles.
After removing her makeup, An Yi wet a washcloth and wiped Jin He's face. Seeing that Jin He wasn't sleeping soundly, she went and drew the curtains.
Because Jin He was sleeping in the room, the entire dormitory went into silent mode. Even when ordering takeout at noon, Lin Nian told the delivery guy not to ring the doorbell and just leave it at the door.
The clock struck noon. The cook had taken the day off, and the four of them were already starving, sitting on the sofa waiting for their takeout. Lin Nian was leaning back on the sofa with her headphones on, watching her watch dance moves on her tablet when suddenly a piercing doorbell rang, startling them.
"Didn't I tell you not to ring the doorbell?" An Yi was puzzled. Jin He had just fallen asleep for a little over two hours, and he didn't want to be woken up again. So he ran to the door to open it, only to find that it was Wang Yang.
An Yi knew something was wrong the moment he saw him, and his forehead started throbbing again: "What are you doing here?"
Lin Nian came closer: "Good afternoon, Brother Wang, what brings you here?"
"I'm here to see Xiao He," Wang Yang replied. "What's he doing?"
“Go to sleep,” An Yi replied. “Why did you come looking for him? He shouldn’t have anything to do all day.”
"Xiaohe has to go to the company for class this afternoon. Didn't he tell you?" Wang Yang replied. "We've arranged a vocal coach for him. He can't keep up with his weaknesses. I told him to come back and rest for a while, and I'll pick him up from the company this afternoon."
After listening, An Yi made the decision for Jin He: "He's not feeling well, so he won't be attending class today."
"Oh, that's not a good idea. The teacher has already made arrangements," Wang Yang replied. "Besides, your agent also said that Jin He's skills are already a step below yours, and if we don't catch up now, it will be too late."
"You want to work him to death?" An Yi's eyes widened, looking like he was about to explode. "Even a robot would be exhausted after working non-stop for days and nights. What do you take Jin He for?!"
“It’s just singing, it’s not tiring,” Wang Yang said. “Besides, it’s no use you telling me that. My opinion doesn’t count. Jin He’s schedule was arranged by your manager, Wu. I’m just an accompanying manager.”
When Wang Yang first dug Jin He out of the street and brought him back to the company, although in principle Wang Yang should have been the one to mentor him, the company was particularly interested in Jin He's face and wanted to maximize its potential.
So it was handed over to Wu, the agent who was preparing for Aurora at the time.
As expected, Wu did not disappoint Jin He's face. Jin He had only been in the industry for half a year, and everyone knew him.
“I’ll call Brother Wu in a bit,” An Yi replied. “You should go back first and let Jin He get some rest; his fever hasn’t completely subsided yet.”
"I'll wait here," Wang Yang answered honestly. "Agent Wu gave me a direct order to bring Jin He over."
An Yi glanced at him but didn't say much. He took out his phone to call his manager, who answered after three rings. An Yi got straight to the point: "Let Jin He rest today and skip class."
“An Yi,” Manager Wu paused for a moment, “why did you suddenly bring up Jin He?”
He wasn't feeling well today.
"Hey, they're all entertainers, they all do this for a living. Jin He is still young, he can keep going."
An Yi's temper flared up again: "I already told you he wasn't feeling well!"
"If you're not feeling well, just take some medicine. Boys shouldn't be so delicate."
"I'm really fed up. Can't you let him rest for a couple of days? Please!"
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