You are obedient[电竞]

HE’s endorsement this time is WOFT, a relatively well-known domestic headphone brand. The previous spokesperson was a well-known traffic niche in China. This time, because HE won the international championship, they wanted to use this to break into the forefront of international brands, and happened to catch up with the traffic. Xiaosheng's contract expired, and he immediately negotiated a contract with HE.

Because the brand is famous, the requirements are relatively higher when shooting endorsements. At the end of the day, the four of them feel that the ears are no longer their own.

At noon, I ate the box lunch provided by the company.

"I finally feel that being a star is not easy." After getting into the car, Fu Shu slumped on the seat with a face full of exhaustion.

"This is the only chance for you." Shao Jing yawned and got into the car.

"Give me another chance and I don't want to experience it again."

Lu Ziye and Chi Baibai followed behind, and each took a piece of bread.

"Captain, are you feeling unwell?" Lu Ziye stared at Shao Jing, who was blushing.

Shao Jing rolled his eyes: "I haven't been sick for 20 years."

His voice was a little hoarse than usual, and it also had a nasal sound. Shao Jing felt his head was heavier than when he woke up in the morning, probably because he was too tired.

Lu Ziye didn't believe in evil, and stretched out his hand to cover the captain's forehead, but Shao Jing blocked it halfway, "Tsk, it's okay."

Shenhua who was driving saw this scene and nodded inwardly with satisfaction.

"Captain, are you all right?" Chi Baibai bit his bread and asked back.

Shao Jing shook his hand impatiently.

His head was heavy and his throat was a little sore. Shao Jing licked his dry lips, and looked at the phone that the little boss hadn't sent him a message yet.

After looking at the phone for a while, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

"team leader?"

"Wow, the captain is a little hot?"

"Don't gloat, Xiaobai, the captain will kill you after a while."

"Don't wake him up hahahaha, I'll take a photo to commemorate the captain's first fever since he joined the team." After all, Fu Shu really found a camera from the base and was half lying on the car seat facing it. Shao Jing took a quick shot.

"I must hang this photo on our wall of honor." While taking pictures, he plausibly said that the other three had quietly backed away.

"Enough shooting?" Shao Jing hoarse, eyes still closed.

"Oh my god!" Fu Shu was so frightened that he almost threw the camera away, "No, no, Captain, I'll pour you some water."

Shao Jing helped his dizzy head. At this time, his thinking was a little fuzzy. He just entered the door according to his own habits, and then went back to the room to sleep. He was so sleepy that he felt a little dizzy even standing up.

Lu Ziye handed him the fever-reducing medicine.

"It's okay." The voice was hoarse.

All right, Lu Ziye shrugged helplessly at Fu Shu and the others. He didn't dare to force the captain to take medicine. What if the captain threw him down after a while?

Song Yan lightly took the spare key and opened Shao Jing's door.

Shao Jing's room was decorated in all shades of gray, and the bed sheets were also gray and white striped, with a bulge under the quilt, but his legs were exposed outside the edge of the bed, and his shoes were still on.

Song Yan approached carefully, only to realize that Shao Jing's face was abnormally red, no wonder the manager and the others gave him the spare key as soon as they saw him coming back.

He thought Shao Jing was just too tired and had a bad cold.

Shao Jing didn't seem to be sleeping very comfortably, he was sweating a little, his bangs on his forehead were a little wet, he frowned slightly with his eyes closed, and looked much more obedient than usual.

Song Yan looked at him, a little distressed.

If it wasn't for him yesterday, Shao Jing wouldn't have caught a cold because of the cold wind blowing outside.

He helped Shao Jing take off his shoes. Fortunately, Shao Jing didn't resist when he fell asleep, and easily moved him into the bed.

Song Yan took off his suit jacket and put on a thin white shirt. Because he twisted the hot towel for Shao Jing, he rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and unbuttoned a few collar buttons. He took off his glasses and his bangs were Comb it up, revealing a whole face that looks young and beautiful.

The clothes were partly wet, Song Yan sat on the edge of the bed and helped Shao Jing wipe the cold sweat off his face and neck.

Xu Shi sensed that someone was around, and Shao Jing subconsciously grabbed Song Yan's hand.

"Don't move." He said hoarsely.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, but Shao Jing grabbed his wrist with great strength, not at all like a sick person, and it was difficult to break free.

"Shao Jing?"

"God?"

"Brother Jing, it's me." Song Yan was at a loss.

Shao Jing's wrist was already a little red.

"Huh?" Shao Jing half-opened his eyes, "Tsk, Yanyan, why do I still have you in my dream?"

Song Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Let go first, I'll pour water for you."

Shao Jing half-closed his eyes, supported half of his body with one arm, and held Song Yan's wrist with the other hand, his strength was much weaker than before. Song Yan directly dragged him down.

Song Yan: "..."

Now his whole body is pressed against Shao Jing's chest, Shao Jing's strong heartbeat can be heard in his right ear, Shao Jing's body temperature is slightly higher than ordinary people's, and he smells sweaty.

Already felt like I was about to explode.

"Don't move, let me hug for a while." Shao Jing put one hand around his waist instead of pulling it. It was obviously a man's waist, but it was very comfortable to hold him. He put the other hand on the back of Song Yan's head. On the top of the bed, maybe it feels good to touch, and stroked along the hair twice, the hands around the waist were tightened, and the hot and humid breath sprayed on the top of Song Yan's head.

"What a dream." He murmured, and then closed his eyes again.

Although he knew that Shao Jing might be a little confused from the fever, Song Yan still couldn't restrain his heartbeat, and really wanted to lie on him all the time and couldn't get up. He was still holding a wet towel in one hand, and the other was forced to press on Shao Jing's abdomen position, and the abdominal muscles can be vaguely touched.

This position is actually very uncomfortable, but Song Yan likes it very much.

"It's not a dream. Let me go and I'll pour water for you." He said in a low voice.

Shao Jing moved a bit, "No, you have to go if you let go." He rubbed his chin against Song Yan's furry head again.

Song Yan struggled slightly: "No, I'll be back soon."

Then I felt the hands around the waist tightened again, the hem of the shirt had been slightly rolled up due to the struggle just now, Song Yan blushed very much, and Shao Jing's hand would touch the skin on his waist if it went down a little bit.

"Okay then." Shao Jing felt a little wronged, his voice was still hoarse, and it sounded really miserable.

He really let go, and Song Yan regained his freedom, he was relieved but also a little regretful.

He glanced at Shao Jing who had closed his eyes again but didn't frown any more, then turned around and went out to get him some medicine.

When the door of the room was ajarly closed, the person who was supposed to be asleep opened his eyes again. Although his eyes were still a little dazed and there were bloodshot eyes, they didn't look like someone who had just woken up.

Shao Jing actually woke up when Song Yan came in. He has always been a light sleeper. It was because he was really uncomfortable in the car. He had just slept for a while and recovered a little.

Feeling that the little boss has been busying around beside him, he really couldn't help but not tease him.

The smell on the little boss made him feel at ease.

The appearance of the little boss made him feel itchy.

This illness is really worth it, Shao Jing thought to himself.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, he immediately closed his eyes again, covering them with one hand.

"Take the medicine first, brother Jing?" Song Yan was a little ashamed, calling someone younger than him brother was really a test of his shame.

Shao Jing frowned: "Yanyan, can I not take medicine?"

He half-opened his eyes and looked at Song Yan. The other party's face was a little red, probably because he ran in a hurry just now, and he took a few breaths.

What a torture.

Song Yan smiled: "You look like a child."

I have never seen Shao Jing like this before, I just think he is very cute now, and he refuses to take medicine very stubbornly.

When Shao Jing heard this, he immediately sat up slowly. How could he let the little boss treat himself like a child?

Then he decisively took the antipyretic medicine and boiling water from Song Yan's hands, frowned and stared at the very large piece of antipyretic medicine, he really couldn't figure it out, how could he swallow such a large medicine at once?

Then he closed his eyes, swallowed the medicine in one gulp, poured down a glass of water, and did not suppress the bitter taste.

Song Yan burst out laughing.

It is estimated that he never felt so uncomfortable when he participated in the professional competition for the first time.

Shao Jing felt a little ashamed, turned his face, and then felt the sweet taste from his lips, the little boss opened a candy and fed it to his mouth.

The little boss's warm fingers brushed his lips.

Half of the candy was stuffed into his mouth, and the other half was pinched by the little boss's two fingers.

Shao Jing couldn't restrain himself, stuck out his tongue and licked it, and rolled all the candy into his mouth.

The bitter taste in his mouth was suppressed, and even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Song Yan was taken aback by the wet feeling on his fingers, and when he realized it, the culprit had already lay down.

When he realized what had just happened, Song Yan's face immediately flushed red.

Shao Jing...just now...

God, my heartbeat can't be suppressed.

How could he...

"You...you have a good rest, I'm going back to my room first." Song Yan hurriedly stood up from the edge of the bed.

"I'm sick, won't you accompany me?"

"This dream is not happy at all. Not only do I have to take medicine, but Yanyan also refuses to accompany me."

"I must be the poorest man in this base."

"In the past, Aye's disease manager would accompany me in bed, but they refused to accompany me."

"Yanyan also refuses to accompany me."

Shao Jing's aggrieved voice came from under the bed, and the voice became hoarse each time, which made Song Yan's heart tighten.

He was silent for a while, "Then I'll take a shower first." It meant that he would be back in a while.

"En." Shao Jing replied sullenly.

Song Yan looked at him distressedly, then went back to take a bath.

After he left, Shao Jing, who was almost unable to hold back his laughter, was finally able to emerge from the quilt to breathe, and then he patted his pillow, feeling lucky that he only bought one pillow at the beginning.

This made him nervous again.