The fishing beauty became popular after tearing up the script of the vase

Chapter 41

When Cheng Zhi came out of the bathroom, it was as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The pajamas were soaked in sweat, the thin and thin back curve was particularly obvious, there were some physiological tears in his eyes, his slightly parted lips and pale face vividly told his morbid exhaustion.

He glanced at Shen You who was sitting on the bed anxiously holding his mobile phone, and licked his dry lips, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Can you contact the staff for me, I will go to the infirmary by myself later."

Shen You looked at Cheng Zhi's look as if he would faint immediately after touching him, and took a deep breath, "I just asked Le Zhu to find someone..."

Cheng Zhi took a piece of clean clothes, and hummed, "Just don't let Mr. Song know."

He remembered the feeling of his stomach hurting in the bathroom just now, and combined with what he did last night, he could quickly infer that something was wrong with his stomach and he still had a low fever.

Last night, after taking a cold shower, I took my half-dry hair and went out to blow the cold wind for half an hour. When I came back, I even had a barbecue with iced Coke.

Originally, his physique was not very good, and his diet and routine were extremely irregular during training before, and after such a toss, now the pain is so painful that it can kill half of Cheng Zhi's life.

If I let Teacher Song know that I got sick today because of the shitty things I did yesterday...

Cheng Zhi didn't dare to think any further.

Shen You said hello, and after watching Cheng Zhi enter the bathroom with his clothes, he turned on his phone again and glanced at the text message that Le Zhu had just sent him

"Don't worry, I just explained the situation to Mr. Song. When the time comes, you can directly bring Cheng Zhi to the meeting place. Anyway, everyone is going to the hospital. Just take Cheng Zhi to see a doctor by the way."

Shen You looked at the words "Teacher Song" on the screen of the mobile phone, and felt instantly relieved. The next second, he thought of what Cheng Zhi said to him just now, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Cheng Zhi usually treats me so well... he probably wouldn't hit me, right?Shen You thought.

Le Zhu soon received a message from Shen You: "Got it, you're such a little genius^^."

After reading the news, Le Zhu was instantly relieved. He hid his phone and squatted in the corner for a while before running back to the mentor circle, pretending that he had just run back from the dormitory area, and said something panting. Three breaths.

"Just now... I've talked... to... Cheng Zhi, and they'll... pass, come here..."

Tina came over and patted Le Zhu's shoulder with a smile, "Very good, the young man runs so fast, please hand over your phone."

Le Zhu: "..."

After putting away the mobile phone, Tina stuffed it into her bag without even looking at it, and said unhurriedly.

"Remember to find a way to make yourself sweat a little when you pretend next time, otherwise you will gasp for eight times at this sentence, and those who don't know will think you are going to die."

Le Zhu opened his mouth weakly, swallowed what he wanted to say, and finally said, "I know Teacher Tina, pay attention next time..."

Tina smiled and turned to report the situation to Song Baiyi.

"Don't worry, Mr. Song, Cheng Zhi will be here later."

Song Baiyi hummed, and took a sip of coffee unhurriedly, "I'm not worried about him."

Tina smiled knowingly, and didn't continue talking.

She lowered her head to play with her mobile phone, pretending that she didn't see the coffee in Song Baiyi's hand trembling slightly, as well as the clenched fist when it was lowered and the eyes that couldn't stop looking at the dormitory building.

Tsk, duplicitous man.

When Cheng Zhi had packed everything up, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at his paper-white face, and silently pulled a mask on himself, making sure nothing was wrong with his eyes, before he felt relieved. Went out with Shen You.

As soon as Shen You locked the door of the dormitory, she supported Cheng Zhi and walked towards the opposite direction of the infirmary.

Cheng Zhi asked weakly: "Didn't it be fine if I went to the infirmary alone? Where are you taking me?"

Shen You's eyelashes trembled, "Just now, Teacher Song told you to go to the meeting place. Anyway, everyone is going to the hospital for a physical examination, so I will take you there to see your illness."

Cheng Zhi gasped, the sense of desperation that surged up was worse than when he felt so painful in the bathroom just now that he wanted to die.

"Don't be angry..." Shen You tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Ms. Song is also thinking about your body."

Cheng Zhi felt his stomach hurt even more.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, let's go to the meeting place."

Anyway, it was uncomfortable anyway, and Cheng Zhi was more willing to bear Teacher Song's lectures to him than to have a stomachache.

After all, it was his fault for climbing over the wall to get takeaway yesterday, and all of today's is because of his own fault.

He was brought to the gathering place by Shen You, and all the other contestants were arranged to board the bus, leaving a few scattered people standing in the open space.

Just as Cheng Zhi wanted to walk towards the bus, he was dragged back by Tina who trotted all the way, "I heard you were sick?"

Cheng Zhi hummed, and replied vaguely: "Maybe it's a cold, a minor illness."

Tina snorted, "That can't be done, colds are easily contagious, what should you do if you get in the car and we have a car of players infected by you? Come down quickly, we will take you to the hospital in a private car."

Cheng Zhi, who thought he could escape, said, "..."

Tina and Shen You gave some instructions, and then led Cheng Zhi back.

When Tina threw him into the car, Cheng Zhi was also a little confused.

As soon as the door was opened and closed again, Cheng Zhi was thrown onto the leather seat in the car. There was no strange smell in the car, and it was very comfortable to sit on. He felt the soft touch of the seat, and he could feel it every time he touched it. Feel expensive.

The next second, Cheng Zhi smelled a very faint woody scent mixed with the familiar scent of mint, and he subconsciously looked to the next door, where Song Baiyi was sitting next to him.

Because Song Baiyi's legs are too long, they can't stretch out in the back seat and can only be bent, but this does not affect Cheng Zhi's ability to see that his legs are well-shaped. He is wearing a thin black coat and a white inner layer. A decorative clavicle chain was hanging around his neck, and he was wearing jeans. He was leaning on the other side of the car door, looking at Cheng Zhi with his head propped up.

Cheng Zhi didn't have any mental preparations. He obviously didn't expect Song Baiyi to be in the car. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "Song... Hello, Teacher Song."

Song Baiyi hummed lightly, then raised his eyes to look at the person on the other side.

Cheng Zhi was wearing a mask, Song Baiyi couldn't see what his face was like, but he could catch the slight redness in the corners of his eyes, and the slight trembling of his fair neck, and he looked especially vulnerable now.

The short sleeves he temporarily put on were very wide, and his already thin body couldn't support the wide T-shirt, making him look even weaker.

Song Baiyi took the initiative to lean against Cheng Zhi, and asked softly, "Uncomfortable?"

Cheng Zhi hummed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly when he spoke, "It seems that I have a cold..."

After finishing speaking, his stomach started to hurt immediately, causing him to gasp.

Song Baiyi felt his discomfort, frowned slightly, moved closer to Cheng Zhi's side again, raised his hand and touched Cheng Zhi's forehead with the back of his hand to measure his temperature.

Cheng Zhi is a little pained and confused now, and the back of Song Baiyi's hand is a little cold, when he put his hand up, Cheng Zhi involuntarily leaned on it.

When a slightly cool feeling stroked Cheng Zhi's forehead, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little more comfortable.

After measuring the temperature with the back of his hand, Song Baiyi helped Cheng Zhi pull off the mask strap hanging from his ear when he put his hand down.

Cheng Zhi, who was sick, had a fragile sense of beauty, his eyes were a little watery, and the originally bright and spiritual eyes drooped slightly, but now he looked a little pitiful.

The pale face that could be felt through the mask just now is more obvious, and now his face is flushed unnaturally, Song Baiyi's eyes stayed on his slightly opened and closed lips for a while, and then slowly moved away.

Cheng Zhi tilted his head subconsciously, not wanting Song Baiyi to see his half-dead appearance, he covered the lower half of his face with one hand, and the voice that came out from between his fingers was a bit muffled.

"Mr. Song, you are in the same car with me, and you are still so close to me, aren't you afraid of being infected by me?"

Song Baiyi hummed, "Don't be afraid, I have good resistance, so it's not easy to get infected."

Although people are very confused now, the string of reason in Cheng Zhi's heart is still there, and he obviously won't believe what Song Baiyi said is not easy to contagion.

Cheng Zhi hooked up the strap of the mask with one hand and wanted to put it back on, but was stopped by Song Baiyi raising his hand.

"You have a fever and feel stuffy."

When the two fingers touched each other, Cheng Zhi had no strength to hide. He didn't resist anymore, he tore off the mask as if giving up on himself, folded it and put it in his pocket, then leaned back against the car door weakly.

Seeing that Cheng Zhi didn't move anymore, Song Baiyi heaved a sigh of relief, and signaled the driver to drive away.

I don’t know if it’s because the driver is skilled or because the car is expensive. The car is very stable when driving, and the scenery outside the window is flying by. Generally speaking, the students who have been locked up in the training camp for a long time should be very excited to see the scenery outside. That's right.

But now Cheng Zhi didn't have the heart to look at it. He leaned his head against the car window and lowered his eyes to look at his shoes.

After a while, Song Baiyi asked, "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"

Cheng Zhi murmured, and didn't dare to tell him that he had taken a cold shower last night, but only vaguely said: "Small fever...it's okay, maybe it's because I have the habit of kicking the quilt, and I caught a cold at night."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Zhi's stomach throbbed again, this time the pain was faster than any previous one, and Cheng Zhi was not given any time to react.

It was the first time he knew that his stomach could hurt to such an extent that he couldn't even yell for a while, so he could only tense his body by conditioned reflex, bent down and pressed his hands firmly against his upper abdomen, Try to relieve this pain.

Song Baiyi was also taken aback by his sudden movement, and quickly pulled him over to stop Cheng Zhi from pressing his abdomen hard.

Song Baiyi's voice was flustered, "What's the matter? Don't click randomly."

Cheng Zhi was in so much pain that he was about to lose his mind. Without even thinking about it, he leaned into Song Baiyi's arms, grabbed Song Baiyi's clothes tightly with one hand, and covered his abdomen with the other. He spoke in a breathless voice. "Teacher Song, I feel pain..."

Song Baiyi felt the trembling of the person in his arms, and his mind was a little blank. He touched Cheng Zhi's hand that was pressing on his stomach, and coaxed, "Be good, let's stop pressing, okay?"

In the next second, he took away Cheng Zhi's hand on his stomach, and covered it with his palm.

Cheng Zhi curled up in Song Baiyi's arms, his face was pale and his eyes were absent-minded. When he felt the warmth of Song Baiyi's palm from his stomach, the pain in his abdomen gradually weakened.

With one hand, he tightly held Song Baiyi's wrist covering his abdomen, like a drowning man trying to find a sense of security.

Cheng Zhi's tone was full of tears, "It hurts..."

Song Baiyi's mind is now only full of Cheng Zhi's little face that was wrinkled together because of the pain just now. He didn't even lift his head, and asked the driver to drive faster. Without using any force in his hands, he slowly and gently helped Cheng Zhi clockwise. Massage your belly.

Cheng Zhi's pain gradually eased with Song Baiyi's movements. He buried his head in Song Baiyi's chest, occasionally making a muffled sound.

Song Baiyi didn't dare to stop the movement of his hands, he continued to gently massage Cheng Zhi while coaxing him in a nice voice.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'm here, it's okay...we'll be at the hospital soon."

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