After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

After Ivan cleaned up the scene perfectly, Scott came back after a long time:

"I'm back...ah..."

Ivan poked his head out of the kitchen and saw Scott, who was soaking wet. He was holding something in his hands and his cape was completely soaked.

"Oh my God...it's raining so heavily..." Scott didn't even have time to wipe the rain off his face. He stood at the door soaking wet, then suddenly looked up at the time.

Five p.m.

The deadline specified on the leave application was to be back before 5pm. Scott almost thought he was going to be late.

"Ivan... I'm back..."

Ivan looked at Scott's soaked appearance and let out a sharp explosion:

"No, you came back in the rain?!"

Scott panted, put the bag of things aside, then took off his wet cloak and threw it into the dirty clothes basket hanging beside him.

Ivan watched the holes in the laundry basket as drops of rain dripped down.

"worn out..."

Scott felt so exhausted for the first time. If there was a place to lie down, he would have collapsed.

"What else? It actually started raining heavily before I left my brother's place. But it was already half past four. If I don't hurry back, I'll be late, right?"

"No, you can just wait until the rain stops..."

Before Ivan could finish his words, Scott began to answer on his own.

Scott stroked his wet black hair, then took the paper bag and opened it on the coffee table:

"I brought you some of your favorite coffee beans this time. When I got there, it was the last bag. There was also a new type of black tea, which is really expensive."

Ivan saw that the paper bag was still dry and knew that Scott was thinking about casting a protective magic on the paper bag, but forgot about himself!

Seeing these things intact, Ivan was speechless.

"Okay, okay, stop talking. Go change your clothes quickly. Then come down and drink ginger tea immediately."

Ivan watched Scott walk up the stairs all wet, and he was worried that Scott might fall.

...

"What's going on in your head, getting wet in the rain in the middle of winter just to be on time?"

After Scott finished his shower, the two began to eat dinner.

Scott could also tell Ivan some interesting stories in a vivid way, but Ivan didn't take them to heart at all.

"As expected of you, you are from Impess. You are not hurt at all after such a heavy rain."

As he listened to Scott's speech, all he could think about was - I have to work overtime tonight because I've been cleaning all afternoon.

...

Scott felt tired soon after returning to his room, and thinking that he had nothing to do at night, he lay down on the bed to rest.

But he had a fever in his sleep.

He felt confused and babbled:

"Uncomfortable... Ivan..."

For some reason, he dreamed of Yuye's chat history in his mind——

“YY: This book is not popular, I really want to stop writing it.

JM: No, someone else reads it. No matter what, I am your only reader, I will keep reading it! "

Then, his dream fell into chaos again:

"Whoosh..."

How could Ivan outside have thought that Scott had a high fever at this time? He was still handling official business.

By ten o'clock in the evening, he had finished his official business.

"get off work."

Ivan stood up, walked a few steps, and turned off the lights in the office.

Then it’s time to make a midnight snack.

Ivan also prepared a lot of Scott's favorite fruits in the kitchen. He hummed a tune while peeling and cutting the fruits, cutting them into slices, and even arranged them on a careful plate.

After working for a while, he looked at the masterpiece in his hands and almost laughed out loud.

After he washed and put the dishes away, he left with the fruit plate.

On the way up the stairs to the second floor, he was humming a little tune, imagining how satisfied Scott would be when he saw the fruits.

After all, no one can resist cut fruit.

Ivan stood at the door and knocked with his left hand.

dong dong dong.

"Scott, your midnight snack is here, come out and get it~"

...

But there was no response from inside.

"Scott?"

Ivan's intuition told him that something was wrong: a feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart.

He quickly switched to Dark Moon's perspective and stared at the situation inside: Scott was lying on the bed, breathing rapidly, and seemed to be moaning.

"Scott?!" Ivan originally wanted to break the wall, but he glanced at the door lock.

The doors were not locked.

"How uncomfortable must you be to be so careless?"

Ivan stopped scaring Scott and put his left hand on the door handle, gently opening the door.

creak-

A faint light from outside shone through the crack in the door, and it was pitch black inside.

Then he looked around to make sure there were no forces causing harm. But Scott was lying on the bed covered with a blanket, and he was breathing deeply.

Da da da...

Ivan turned on the wall lamp, gently placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, then turned around and walked carefully to Scott's bed.

Seeing Scott's confused look, Ivan's first instinct was:

"Something's wrong with Scott."

If he wasn't in the Dark Moon Sense now, he would have wondered if there was some demon around and he would have to exorcise Scott.

so...

Ivan tentatively placed the back of his left hand on Scott's forehead:

"Wow, it's so hot? It must be 39 degrees Celsius, right?!"

"Hey, Scott, Scott, wake up." Ivan patted Scott's head gently, but Scott didn't respond at all.

The system (reader end) popped up quickly, then flew to Scott's side to sense him:

"Host. He has a fever, and it's severe.

"It may be because of the long-term use of inhibitors, plus it was rained on for so long today. The body collapsed." The system analyzed and continued,

"But don't worry, he is the oracle of Imperius, he won't die..."

Ivan couldn't help it:

"Nonsense. But if you let the fever run high, you'll become stupid!"

Besides, the oracle of Impes only said "hard life", but they didn't have the healing power of Haines. Once they got sick, they were no different from ordinary people.

"Who is the assistant? I have to serve him?" Ivan couldn't help but complain.

However, Ivan still said to the system:

"Go get me a basin of cold water."

"Ah? Didn't you say you don't want to serve me..."

"Go quickly!"

Ivan kicked the system away.

(Although the mouth is hard, the body is very honest)

Ivan rolled up his sleeves, then took a towel and dipped it in the water, soaking it and wringing it dry.

He took it out, folded it, and carefully placed it on Scott's forehead.

"Huhuhu..."

Scott still had a high fever, and Ivan could feel the heat even though he was standing not far away.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at Scott curled up in the quilt, sweating and wet. He felt that this bath was in vain for him.

In this state, I have to change my clothes, right?

Or give him a bath?