Pei Shinian turned his head slowly and looked at the principal who agreed decisively.
Pei Shinian: “?”
“So, is it really just giving privileges to idols? Others can’t benefit no matter how hard they try?”
For a long time afterwards, Pei Shinian fell into deep thought.
After finishing the English class, the second-generation elites of the International A Class suffered two consecutive blows and were badly injured. They surprisingly behaved well for the whole day.
The first day of formal work was mainly to familiarize oneself with the working mode, and the program team did not arrange any complicated tasks.
The teacher experience day ended quickly.
In the evening, Lu Shen supervised the evening self-study of the International A Class, and other members returned to the staff dormitory to rest.
After everyone went back to their respective dormitories and took a shower, Bai Xingyu and Pei Shinian changed into their pajamas, brought beer and some food they bought from the cafeteria to go knock on the doors of Song Jianchu and Mu Ye’s dormitory.
Pei Shinian: “Brother, open the door.”
Mu Ye had just finished showering and opened the door with wet hair.
Mu Ye looked at the bag of alcohol in Bai Xingyu’s hand and asked, “Did you buy the milk?”
“I did.” Pei Shinian raised his hand. “I have it here.”
“Thanks.” Mu Ye let the two of them in.
Bai Xingyu kicked off his slippers, carried the things inside, and joked, “I found that you have been treating him like your own son lately. Do you have fatherly love for this little kid?”
Mu Ye closed the door and sarcastically said, “You have been in a twilight love affair with Old Lu for so many years, and I haven’t made any comments either.”
“You get lost.” Bai Xingyu sat directly on the warm floor, pulled the small low table over and put down the things, pointing threateningly, “If you want to fight, just say it. Old Lu is not here to disturb us, I’m ready to accept your challenge anytime.”
Mu Ye lazily sat down, picked up a can of cold beer, opened it with one hand and took a sip, “Even after so many years, you still haven’t managed to handle him. You say this to me, do you think I will be afraid?”
“That bastard has been beaten by me many times.” Bai Xingyu was sitting on the hard floor and feeling a bit uncomfortable. He pressed his waist and gritted his teeth, “This dog thing has been learning from you recently and becoming more and more impudent.”
“What does it have to do with me?” Mu Ye smiled, “It’s just that your understanding of him is not clear enough.”
Pei Shinian tore open a bag of snacks and looked at Bai Xingyu in confusion, “Hasn’t Old Lu been behaving well lately? How did he offend you?”
Bai Xingyu narrowed his eyes, “I just realized that he made a mistake last night and is afraid of being beaten tonight, so he pretended to be pitiful in front of me this morning.”
“Really?” Pei Shinian said in surprise, “Those little brats are indeed a bit difficult to deal with.”
“Others may not be able to deal with them, but him? Don’t kid yourself.” Bai Xingyu took a can of beer and opened it, understandingly, “That big bad wolf looks like he’s been domesticated, but in reality he has a belly full of evil thoughts. Now he’s learning the tactics from your brother Wild, and he’s still being bullied by a bunch of brats?”
Mu Ye supported his face with one hand, lazily fanning the flames and said, “It does seem suspicious.”
Bai Xingyu squeezed the can, making a sound, and sneered, “After he finishes self-study and comes back, I need to properly redo his family education tonight.”
Pei Shinian said, “…”
Pei Shinian naturally changed the subject, “Has Jianchu finished washing up yet?”
“He just went in,” Mu Ye bit into a potato chip, “Can’t play too late, he still needs rest.”
“You’ve had enough, and you’re still playing?” Bai Xingyu opened a package of squid jerky and reminded, “Children are simple-minded, be careful not to cause any problems.”
“I won’t,” Mu Ye lazily drooped his eyes, “You’re overthinking.”
Pei Shinian looked puzzled and looked at the two of them, “What problem? What are you talking about?”
“Are you serious?” Bai Xingyu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, paused for a moment, and said, “Is there something wrong with your brain?”
Mu Ye looked at the door of the bathroom, his eyes full of interest and ambiguity, and smiled, “Who knows?”
Pei Shinian didn’t understand and turned his head to look at the sound of running water in the bathroom, “Why is Jianchu taking so long to wash up?”
Mu Ye looked at the time, and the little fanboy had been washing up for a bit too long today, almost half an hour.
Feeling a bit worried, Mu Ye put down his beer, got up, and knocked on the bathroom door, finding an excuse to ask, “Do you need help washing your back?”
It took two seconds for a response to come from inside, with the usual tone and a faint nasal voice, “No need, I’ll be done soon, you guys go ahead and talk.”
“Don’t rush, take your time,” Mu Ye looked at the blurry bathroom glass door and said gently, “But don’t take too long, or you’ll catch a cold.”
“Okay.”
As he listened to the people outside walking away, Song Jianchu removed his fingers from his nose and calmly held his hand under the warm water flow.
The water on the white tiles turned light red for a few seconds before returning to its colorless state without leaving any trace.
He left too hastily last night, and after bringing the students back, he had breakfast and went straight to work. Song Jianchu was so busy that he forgot to take his morning medication.
The symptoms of the chronic phase of chronic myeloid leukemia are completely controlled by medication. With the current effective targeted drugs, there are almost no noticeable symptoms.
Once medication control is lost, symptoms will immediately become significant.
After the nosebleed stopped completely, Song Jianchu turned off the water.
He put on his pajamas, quickly dried his hair, checked himself in the mirror, rubbed his overly pale face, and left the bathroom slowly.
Hearing the door open, the three people who were chatting looked at him. Song Jianchu hesitated for a moment.
Pei Shinian smiled and said, “You’ve been washing for so long. Jianchu, why do you look like a girl? You’re so clean.”
Mu Ye gave him a sideways glance. “You still have to hold onto something when you sleep. Are you sure you can say that about others?”
Bai Xingyu waved at him. “Jianchu, come over and chat with us. I bought strawberry milk for you. It’s very refreshing to drink after a shower.”
Song Jianchu, wearing a pure black button-up pajama, sat down by his own bed, picked up the eye mask beside the pillow, and said, “I don’t want to drink it. Thanks anyway. You guys chat, I want to sleep early. Don’t mind me.”
Mu Ye turned around and looked at the slightly pale face of the male student. He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Sleeping so early? Uncomfortable?”
“Is it because of the lighting?” Pei Shinian narrowed his eyes and looked at the bed. “Jianchu, has your face always been this pale?”
Bai Xingyu stood up and lightly kicked Pei Shinian. “It’s quite late. You guys should all sleep early. We’ll rest too.”
Pei Shinian also got up. “We’ll come back tomorrow.”
After the two of them left, Mu Ye walked to the bed and reached out his hand. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?” he asked.
The boy’s hair looked tousled, but it was not unpleasant, and it exuded a casual handsomeness. When his hair was wet, it appeared a little darker in color, which contrasted with his fair skin.
“No,” Song Jianchu turned his head and avoided his hand. He naturally covered himself with the blanket, put on an eye mask, and turned to face the wall. “I’m a little sleepy. I’ll sleep first.”
Mu Ye’s hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked at the person on the bed, his gaze fixed for several seconds.
This was the first time he had been rejected by the younger fan, and Mu Ye’s mood was a bit complicated.
Mu Ye stood by the bed for a moment, then asked softly, “Are you feeling upset?”
“No,” his muffled voice came from under the covers. “I didn’t get enough sleep last night, and I want to make up for it.”
Mu Ye stared at the pink, slightly wet and messy short hair above the blanket, his gaze blank for a moment before asking, “Can I hug you?”
Song Jianchu’s voice was calm. “Tomorrow.”
With the young fan’s refusal so decisive, Mu Ye could only turn off the light and quietly return to his own bed, silently observing the outline on the other side of the bed.
Song Jianchu was wrapped in the blanket, breathing a sigh of relief against the wall.
The room quieted down, and he closed his eyes in peace, quickly falling asleep.
Although he had taken medicine, Song Jianchu was still in a low fever state when he fell asleep. He had a chaotic dream, with scenes changing constantly and the plot busy and tense.
He could feel that he had sweated a lot, but his body and eyelids were heavy, and he couldn’t wake up on his own.
Mu Ye slept until midnight and heard the sound of rapid, irregular breathing from beside him.
He immediately got out of bed, bent over and supported the bedside, and touched the boy’s cold sweat-covered forehead.
There was no fever, but his body temperature seemed a bit low.
“Chuchu.”
Mu Ye frowned and called out a few times softly.
He got a hot towel and wiped the sweat off the person in his nightmare, then lifted the blanket and lay down, extending his arm to hug the cold body into his embrace.
Mu Ye lay on his side and lightly patted the person’s back, feeling the person’s body shape that was thinner than it appeared visually. He frowned slightly and involuntarily tightened his arms.
His chin rested on the same soft-colored forehead, and he whispered softly, “Don’t be afraid, you’re just dreaming.”
The person in his arms unconsciously leaned towards the warmth, and his arm instinctively draped over Mu Ye’s waist, burying his face in his sleepwear.
It seemed much more comfortable, and the irregular breathing gradually became steady.
The soft hair brushed against his chest through the sleepwear, and Mu Ye’s body stiffened for a moment, his Adam’s apple rolling lightly.
He held his breath for a few seconds, feeling the irregular rhythm of his heartbeat that had been affected, then lowered his head slightly and pressed his lips to the person’s forehead, making up for the goodnight kiss he couldn’t give tonight.
Mu Ye laughed at himself lightly, his fingers reaching into the person’s hair behind his head, gently rubbing and comforting, and he slowly closed his eyes.
“Good night. May you have sweet dreams.”
Oh no. :(( forgetting to drink medicine… that shouldn’t happen again. :((