"Don't go back to training today. Although your temperature has dropped, it may still go up. Lie down and have a good rest. It won't be too late to go back to training once your body has fully recovered. One or two days won't make a difference."
Wei Zhao looked at her and advised softly: "You are still weak. If you insist on holding on, you won't be able to bear it."
His eyes were full of concern, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his voice was soft.
Jiang Xiachu didn't hesitate at all when she heard this. She shook her head with a firm look in her eyes and pursed her lips and said, "No, I just joined the art troupe and I have a leading role to fight for. How can I be lazy just because of a minor illness? If I do that, I will feel bad about it."
Moreover, the teacher specially gave her and Qin Ningqian a chance. She didn't want to slack off and wanted to work hard to fight for it. Maybe she could get this position.
Thinking about it, she continued, "I feel like I'm much better now. Except for a little dizziness, there's nothing serious. Don't worry, I know my own body best."
Wei Zhao looked at her stubborn eyes, sighed helplessly, and a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.
Jiang Xiachu's fighting spirit has not changed since he was a child. He has always seen it, and it is also what he thinks is the most attractive thing about Jiang Xiachu.
No matter what she does, she will go all out, and if there are no conditions, she will create them herself. Watching her work hard for her dream and secretly learning to dance outside the classroom, he was always attracted and couldn't take his eyes away.
Since childhood, Jiang Xiachu was like scrap metal in Jiang Hongyan's eyes, but in his eyes, she was a shining star.
"I like this about you. You can work so firmly for your goals." Wei Zhao spoke in a calm voice with a serious look.
"You have been like this since you were little. You rush forward in everything you do and insist on doing your best."
Jiang Xiachu had been stared at by him, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She looked away, avoiding Wei Zhao's fiery gaze, and coughed a few times, trying to change the subject, "Everyone is working hard, I just did what I should do."
She explained, but Wei Zhao seemed to be oblivious. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes becoming more focused, and said with a smile: "I am serious. Over the years, I have been paying attention to you silently. I didn't dare to disturb you when I saw you loved to follow Lu Huaiyan. Now that you have broken off the engagement, you still don't allow me to tell you this?"
There was a smile in Wei Zhao's eyes, with the corners of his eyes slightly raised, but his tone was extremely serious, and it didn't sound like he was joking at all.
While speaking, Wei Zhao moved a little closer to her.
Jiang Xiachu was shocked by his sudden confession. His face gradually enlarged in front of her, and her nostrils seemed to be filled with his scent.
Wei Zhao stood up and leaned closer.
He lowered his eyes slightly, staring at Jiang Xiachu's moist eyes, with a faint smile in his eyes.
The two were getting closer and closer, as if they would touch each other in the next second.
Jiang Xiachu's body stiffened and he stared blankly at his dark eyes. After he came to his senses, he subconsciously leaned back, trying to stay away from him.
As a result, he was distracted and forgot that there was a needle in his hand. The pillow was pulled out and blood gushed out instantly.
A sharp pain suddenly hit Jiang Xiachu, and he couldn't help but gasp for air. Tears welled up in his eyes physiologically because of the pain.
Wei Zhao was also frightened by Jiang Xiachu's sudden retreat. Noticing her bleeding hand, his brows instantly frowned and he hurriedly stood up in panic.
In his panic, he accidentally knocked over the stool beside the bed.
With trembling hands, he supported Jiang Xiachu and hurriedly searched for something to stop the bleeding in the tray beside the bed. While searching, he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to tell you my feelings, but I didn't expect to backfire..."
Wei Zhao hurriedly found the gauze and cotton balls to stop the bleeding. His eyes and mind were filled with the bleeding wound of Jiang Xiachu, and his face was full of self-blame.
Jiang Xiachu felt angry and anxious when he heard her words, and his hands hurt badly.
She glared at Wei Zhao fiercely and asked angrily: "What on earth do you want to do!?"
I don’t know if it was because of the anger, the pain, or the sudden embarrassment, but now even my butt, which had just fallen, began to hurt.
She pouted and glared at Wei Zhao with resentment. She stretched out her other surviving hand, rubbed her butt, and felt very depressed.
How could she be so unlucky? Not only did she catch a fever in the middle of training today, but she was also so unlucky that she got an IV drip and was teased by Wei Zhao. Not only did the needle fall out, but she also fell and her butt hurt so much.
Wei Zhao held a cotton ball to press the wound and bandaged it carefully. However, when he saw her miserable appearance, he laughed out loud inadvertently.
The more he watched, the more he felt that Jiang Xiachu seemed quite cute even when she was in a mess, and the more he watched, the more addictive he became.
Like a cat with its fur blown up.
He applied medicine to her wound and bandaged it gently. He shrugged and said with a smile, "Okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have teased you so rashly just now. Don't be angry, okay? I apologize."
Jiang Xiachu rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.
Wei Zhao was tidying up the quilt on the bed, looking at the bloodstains dripping down, with some pain in his eyes, muttering: "It's all my fault, I owe you so much, if you still feel pain, just pinch me to vent your anger."
Jiang Xiachu felt angry and amused when hearing what he said, and said unhappily, "Humph, what's the point of pinching you? You're not the one bleeding."
Although she said this, the anger in her heart had subsided a lot.
After all, Wei Zhao didn't mean it, but all this trouble really made her feel tired and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She was already running a fever, and after being scolded by Wei Zhao, she was a little listless at first, but now she was completely awakened.
After hearing what Jiang Xiachu said, Wei Zhao smiled and said, "It's my fault. Don't be angry. I feel so sad to see you injured. How about I treat you to a meal some other day?"
Jiang Xiachu snorted coldly and turned away, not wanting to look at him. "Stop talking nonsense. I don't see that you feel guilty at all."
"You don't even look at me, how can I tell?" Wei Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, a little closer to her.
Jiang Xiachu turned around and saw his handsome face again, "..."
"How is it?" Wei Zhao looked expectant.
“…”
Outside the infirmary.
After knowing that Jiang Xiachu was sick, Lu Huaiyan was a little absent-minded during the subsequent training, and his mind was full of Jiang Xiachu.
As soon as the training was over, he ran over without stopping.
He stopped at the door of the infirmary and was about to push it open when he heard Jiang Xiachu's laughter and Wei Zhao's teasing voice.
In that instant, his face turned cold.
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