Chapter 9 Age
“…”
Zhou Yang didn't have time to hate him as he was almost fainting from the pain.
"Can you...help me...call an ambulance?" Zhou Yang was in so much pain that his words were broken. "And...ibuprofen...hot water?"
What's that? Lin Qiyuan didn't hear clearly, but he heard the word "hot water". He had asked for hot water on his own initiative, so he shouldn't be hated!
Lin Qiyuan took another cup, filled it with hot water, and handed it to Zhou Yang.
After Zhou Yang took it, he sat down again and sent a WeChat message to Cheng Fei: Hurry up, someone is about to die.
After sending it, he supported his chin and looked at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang's hands were shaking in pain, and the full cup of water was reduced to half a cup. He didn't drink a sip for several minutes.
So stupid.
Lin Qiyuan took his cup, held his head with one hand, and forced some hot water into his mouth.
The hot water entered his stomach, and Zhou Yang felt a little relieved, but he struggled to go back to his room.
But at this speed, Lin Qiyuan felt that it might take him an hour to crawl back to the room.
Perhaps lying prone put pressure on his stomach, Zhou Yang felt a little nauseous and wanted to vomit. He struggled to stand up, but his hands were powerless. He could only ask for help: "Excuse me... Help me?"
Lin Qiyuan frowned, looked at him for a moment, walked forward resignedly, bent down and knelt, put his hands through his armpits, and with a force, dragged the man up.
However, Zhou Yang might have been in pain for a long time, and his feet became numb. He didn't stand up immediately and was about to slide down again.
Lin Qiyuan felt that it was troublesome, so he supported the man's back with one hand and passed the other hand through his legs, picking him up in one go.
It's quite light.
Zhou Yang only felt his body lighten, and he had a sudden feeling of weightlessness. He opened his eyes slightly and found that he was being carried like a princess by the other party.
He had never been hugged like this since he was old enough to remember. He felt a little ashamed and wanted to struggle to break free, but he had no strength at all.
"Don't move!"
When Zhou Yang heard the cold voice, he didn't dare to move for a moment.
The temperature was very low in the late autumn night, and the cold wind blew from the balcony in the corridor. Zhou Yang felt goosebumps coming up. He leaned towards Lin Qiyuan unconsciously, as if he was close to a big heat source, feeling warm and safe.
Lin Qiyuan looked down at him. His face was pale, bloodless, yet still handsome. His sweater had slipped up from the princess-carry position, no longer covering his belly button. His smooth, fair belly and waist were completely exposed to Lin Qiyuan's gaze.
Wow, his waist is very white, the same color as his face. The light in the corridor is a little dim, which makes his waist look even whiter, smoother and more delicate.
She was very thin, without a trace of fat, so thin that Lin Qiyuan felt he could hold it in one hand.
He looked away, his throat moved, and he quickened his pace to get the person to the bed.
He filled another cup of hot water and placed it beside Zhou Yang's bed. Zhou Yang felt better and no longer needed to be fed.
Ten minutes later, Cheng Fei knocked on the door with his cell phone, and Lin Qiyuan went downstairs to open the door.
"It's a bit slow." Lin Qiyuan said.
"Do you fucking know that I'm a dentist?" Cheng Fei gritted his teeth in anger.
"Oh, I see."
"Hey, can you speak now?" Last time he came, he could only hold back two words, but today he is obviously much better.
"It could have been."
OK, it’s almost done.
“…”
Cheng Fei's train of thought returned to the beginning. He was a dentist and was called in in the middle of the night to treat his stomach problem.
What’s infuriating is that he actually understood the meaning of “oh”: Then why don’t you come again?
Just now, Lin Qiyuan briefly described Zhou Yang's condition on WeChat. Cheng Fei knew it was gastritis as soon as he heard it, so he took a box of ibuprofen from home and left quickly.
He even received a "life-threatening" message on the way, and regardless of the six points left on his driver's license, he ran red lights crazily along the way. What usually took 40 minutes to drive now took less than 20 minutes.
Zhou Yang was a little surprised when he saw Cheng Fei enter the room. Wasn't he a psychiatrist? And also a gastroenterologist?
Cheng Fei looked at Zhou Yang with a warmth that was instantly like a spring breeze. "You have chronic gastritis, right? Eat regularly and drink less alcohol, and you'll recover over time. Take this painkiller, just in case."
Although Zhou Yang still had a little stomachache, he felt much better.
He observed Cheng Fei carefully, and became even more curious about his profession. After a while, he asked, "You... aren't a gastroenterologist?"
Thinking of this, Cheng Fei was furious. He had finally gone to bed early, and the goddess in his dream was accepting his confession. When the two were about to spend a wonderful night, he was called over by Lin Qiyuan's life-threatening ringing phone.
"No, I'm a dentist."
"Dentist? Aren't you a psychologist?" Zhou Yang asked in surprise. In his opinion, social phobia is a psychological disease.
Cheng Fei then remembered the outrageous lie he had told last time. His mind raced as he replied calmly, "Although I'm a dentist, I also minored in psychology."
"I see, you're quite good." Zhou Yang didn't think much about it. "By the way, did you see the message I sent you last time? I think Mr. Lin seems to be getting better!"
"Improved? Impossible, he has been like this for thirty years." He has been like this since he was two years old, Cheng Fei said silently in his heart.
"Thirty years? How old is Mr. Lin this year?" Zhou Yang was a little surprised. Looking at the baby-faced Dr. Cheng in front of him, he thought he was at most twenty-three. Although his friend was older than him, he shouldn't be much older, right?
"Thirty-two!"
So old? Lin Qiyuan still looks relatively young, and his friend Dr. Cheng Fei has a baby face, so Zhou Yang has always guessed that he might be precocious, no more than 26 or 27 years old.
Seeing the surprise on Zhou Yang's face, Cheng Fei asked, "Is it strange? I'm already thirty-four!"
What? Just this baby face?
This world is so magical.
"What about you, kid?"
It's okay for a 25-year-old boy to be called a kid in front of a 34-year-old uncle.
"Twenty-five."
"Looks like eighteen."
Haha, who is like eighteen, who has no idea.
When Lin Qiyuan approached the door, he heard a baby-faced boy and another baby discussing the issue of age.
He leaned against the door frame and did not go in. It was Zhou Yang who discovered him first.
"Lin...Brother Lin, thank you for saving me!" Zhou Yang felt that he had just been pulled back from the brink of life and death by Lin Qiyuan, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was his savior.
Lin Qiyuan nodded, said nothing, and left.
"See? He's still very sick, isn't he?" Cheng Fei curled his lips.
“I still feel better.”
"By the way, I was the one who saved you, why are you only thanking him?"
“…”
Zhou Yang: "Thank you, Doctor Cheng."
"Tsk, no sincerity."
A stomach problem came and went quickly. Zhou Yang slept soundly and when he woke up he felt like the big boss again, full of energy and ready to beat up a group of people at any time.
Following the doctor's advice, Zhou Yang still made light porridge for himself and Lin Qiyuan.
Lin Qiyuan felt that his mouth was so dry that he even suspected that Cheng Fei had exaggerated the condition of his teeth.
After finishing his porridge, Lin Qiyuan said, "I don't want to drink porridge anymore."
Hey, he actually said five words at once. It seems that his social anxiety is showing signs of improvement.
Zhou Yang felt that Lin Qiyuan was different from the socially anxious people he had met before. The others were very depressed, but he was changing for the better.
"No, Doctor Cheng said your teeth are not healed yet and you still need to drink porridge for half a month." Zhou Yang was very firm.
This little housekeeper is in charge of more and more things.
Lin Qiyuan gave him a cold look and decided to take another 0.5 points from Cheng Fei's batch of equipment.
*
Zhou Yang knew very well that it would be useless even if he submitted more resumes.
But to survive in this circle, one must clean up his act. However, he has no connections and no evidence, so no one will believe him easily.
What he needs to do most now is to build his own reputation. When his strength reaches a certain level, slander will become vulnerable.
The most urgent issue is money, so the suggestion of the waitress in the coffee shop can be considered.
He had an idea in mind.
Zhou Yang spent a whole morning carefully analyzing the characteristics of the Tomato Short Video platform. He specially found several big internet celebrities with a large number of fans for comparison and found that those who became popular all had their own characteristics.
There are not many design anchors, but there are quite a few game anchors.
However, although he is a game designer and usually plays games to stimulate inspiration, he is not obsessed with them. He often gets inspiration suddenly while playing, and then quickly logs off to write down the inspiration.
When the Honor of Kings game was popular in China, he was considered a rip-off game, with unstable online and offline times, and was called a primary school student.
After thinking about it, he had an idea in his mind. He could start with poster and website design and then slowly
If it develops further in the direction of gaming, Tomato Video can be used as a promotion platform. Having more fans is equivalent to advertising.
After making the decision, Zhou Yang went to the mall to buy live broadcast equipment.
Originally, a simple mobile phone could also be used for live streaming, but he is a designer with high requirements, and a mobile phone alone is too simple.
There were not many people in the mall, and the stores selling live streaming equipment were all crowded together. When he looked over, several bosses came out to greet him.
Zhou Yang walked into the store of a thin, small, and silly-looking young man who looked to be under twenty years old.
He thought that young people knew more about live streaming after all.
But he regretted it two minutes after entering. This young boss was really too talkative.
His computer configuration is relatively high, which is enough for general design and gaming, but he also needs a high-definition camera and a professional-grade sound card. In addition, a microphone and a fill light are also necessary.
The boss kept recommending the most expensive ones: "Expensive ones are better, they last longer. You know Tomato Video, right? Many big streamers and internet celebrities come to me to buy, and they all buy the highest-quality ones."
Zhou Yang picked two fill lights on his own: "I'm not the anchor yet!"
"It doesn't matter if you're not a live streamer, as long as you have fans you can live stream. Bro, you're so handsome, why would you worry about fans?"
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "How can it be that easy?"
"Hey, hey," the silly boss looked around at the door. Seeing no one was around, he leaned in close to his ear and whispered in a low voice, "Brother, you're new to short videos, right? Do you want followers?"
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