After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Song Wenxing felt that he must have owed 404 in his previous life.

He originally thought that Zhuo Yixiao, who was lying on the ground, slept alone in the classroom just out of anger, and wanted to wake him up and go back to the dormitory to sleep together.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yixiao, who was lying on the ground with his back turned to him, didn't respond to his screams.

Song Wenxing vaguely felt something was wrong.

He pressed his hand on Zhuo Yixiao's arm, and turned him over with his face facing him, only to find that Zhuo Yixiao's eyes were tightly closed, and his face and lips were frighteningly white.

???

Song Wenxing almost sat down on the ground in fright.

If it wasn't for Zhuo Yixiao still breathing, Song Wenxing really thought he couldn't think about it.

When the guards and staff arrived, Song Wenxing was already squatting in the classroom, guarding Zhuo Yixiao tremblingly for 15 minutes.

Seeing the medical staff pinching people and doing this and that, Song Wenxing was still in shock, his heart fluttering: "Is it okay for him? What's wrong with him? Is it serious?"

"It should be fine." The medical staff briefly judged, "It is estimated that the intensity of training has been too high these days, the quality of sleep has not kept up, and the blood sugar has suddenly dropped."

"Then when will he wake up?" Song Wenxing asked worriedly.

"He should be asleep by now."

"..."

It’s just that!

This can fall asleep!

Song Wenxing shook his head, wrapped the blanket tightly around his body, jumped around in place, stomped his feet to warm up his body: "Old Zhuo and Chi Qiao, the two craziest people in all 404."

"Now I have to send him to the hospital to see if further examination is needed." The medical staff turned back and said, "You find someone to accompany him."

The staff at the side asked Song Wenxing: "Who does Zhuo Yixiao play better with usually?"

Song Wenxing sighed: "He had a good time with himself. Forget it, I'll go with him."

You don't need to think about it to know that Zhuo Yixiao basically doesn't talk to others, let alone anyone close to him.

The rehearsal was coming soon, how could anyone be willing to stay up in the middle of the night and go to the hospital to watch over him.

What's more, with the inexplicable rumors popping up today, Zhuo Yixiao's poor popularity must have plummeted.

After deciding to accompany Zhuo Yixiao to the hospital, Song Wenxing didn't have time to go back to the dormitory to get his clothes and put on socks, so he huddled under the blanket with his bare ankles, and rushed all the way to the hospital in an ambulance.

When the ambulance drove halfway, Zhuo Yixiao woke up.

He was really fine. He fainted suddenly because he was too tired. He always wanted to rest for another 10 minutes, but when his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness.

Zhuo Yixiao didn't know what happened, he raised his hand, looked suspiciously at the needle stuck on the back of his hand with tape, turned his head, and met Song Wenxing with an inquiring face.

"Doctor, he's awake." Song Wenxing immediately turned around to report.

"There is hot sugar water there, you feed him some." The medical staff said.

Zhuo Yixiao shook his dizzy head, and sat up with Song Wenxing's support.

After taking two sips of hot sugar water, he calmed down: "What's the situation? I'm in... an ambulance?!"

"You fainted, and I picked you up." Song Wenxing said succinctly, "Now you are on your way to the hospital."

"Did I faint?" Zhuo Yixiao was stunned for a while.

"Yeah. I thought you couldn't think about it. You were alone in the classroom wiping your neck in the middle of the night." Song Wenxing said.

"Me? How is it possible." Zhuo Yixiao sneered disdainfully, and took another sip of hot sugar water.

"Please pick a normal time to faint next time, even if you faint in the dormitory." Song Wenxing stretched out his hand and rubbed his ankle, which was about to lose consciousness from the cold, "I'm so cold."

It was only then that Zhuo Yixiao noticed that Song Wenxing was only wearing a thin layer of pajamas, not even socks, and the two exposed ankles were already white with cold.

He turned his head unnaturally: "You don't go to bed at night, why do you come to the classroom dressed like this? You don't wear socks, do you want to catch a cold tomorrow?"

"Then what are you doing in the classroom without sleeping in the middle of the night?" Song Wenxing said angrily.

"Leave me alone." Zhuo Yixiao replied subconsciously.

Song Wenxing immediately rolled his eyes at him: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I should let you lie on the ground until dawn."

The two fell into a weird stalemate.

This kind of silence lasted until the emergency room of the hospital. After the doctor gave Zhuo Yixiao a basic examination, he was asked to go to the bench outside for infusion.

Zhuo Yixiao and Song Wenxing sat on the chairs in the hospital lobby, with a seat in between.

There were quite a few people who came to the emergency room at this point, and some of them simply curled up on a row of seats and fell asleep.

After being silent for a while, Zhuo Yixiao looked at Song Wenxing from the corner of his eye.

Song Wenxing was staring at the wall-mounted TV on the wall, dozing off while watching the serials played on it, his little head bouncing bit by bit.

Zhuo Yixiao hesitated for a moment, then called: "...Hi, Song Wenxing."

"What are you doing?" Song Wenxing shuddered, came to his senses, shook his head, and glanced at him.

"Why don't you ask me about Chi Qiao's injury?"

"I asked you why?" Song Wenxing looked at him inexplicably, "You did it?"

"Of course not!" Zhuo Yixiao immediately denied, "But everyone is spreading the word, why don't you ask me?"

"Since you didn't do it, what's the use of asking you, but I can't find flowers." Song Wenxing yawned with tears.

"You don't doubt me?"

"If I want to doubt you, I would have been the first to rush up and beat you up."

Zhuo Yixiao suddenly remembered the way Song Wenxing was chasing and kicking Ah Jiu in the corridor tonight, and suddenly felt like laughing.

"Chi Qiao also said that he thought it was impossible for you to do that kind of thing." Song Wenxing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and continued.

Zhuo Yixiao was silent.

"Then why did you go? Drink sugar water?" Song Wenxing turned to look at him.

Zhuo Yixiao hesitated for a moment before saying two words: "...Smoking."

At the corner at the end of the corridor, there is a public drinking water facility at one end, and a more secluded sealed corner at the other end, all of which are dead spots for monitoring.Every night before Zhuo Yixiao went back to the dormitory, he would go there to smoke a cigarette.

Hearing the word "smoking", Song Wenxing was stunned for two seconds: "One or two of you, you can't tell that you are quite addicted to smoking. Why, use this method to solve problems?"

"I learned to smoke when I was a teenager." Zhuo Yixiao said, and found the key point in Song Wenxing's words, "You? Who else?"

"No one." Song Wenxing quickly changed the subject, "Does Chi Qiao know that you smoke?"

"...Well, I go every night." Zhuo Yixiao thought about it for a while, "He bumped into me twice when he was receiving the boiling water, but he didn't say anything."

She consciously pretended not to see it, but it was indeed the considerate Chi Qiao.

"Ah." Song Wenxing figured it out now, "No wonder he's so sure it's not you."

Chi Qiao knew that Zhuo Yixiao had the habit of going to that place to smoke, so he was so sure that it wasn't Zhuo Yixiao who did it, but it was impossible to tell about Zhuo Yixiao's smoking - in case it was recorded and cut into The highlights of the feature film, or being passed on by people with ulterior motives, are not good for Zhuo Yixiao.

Obviously Zhuo Yixiao also realized this.

He muttered angrily: "What a bad guy."

"Then do you know who splashed that water?" Song Wenxing asked, "Did you hear anything when you went to smoke?"

Zhuo Yixiao thought about it carefully: "It's really not. But the corridor lights are always on. After I came back from smoking that day, I don't know why the lights were suddenly turned off."

Song Wenxing felt that his little brain was not enough.

Who will turn off the lights?

Did someone really splash water on purpose?

Or was it closed by the staff?

"Do you suspect someone did it?" Zhuo Yixiao asked after seeing Song Wenxing's unpredictable expression.

"Otherwise, how could there be a puddle of water out of thin air on the ground?"

"It's possible that someone just splashed the water in the original cup when fetching water?" Zhuo Yixiao asked uncertainly.

"...Except for a frugal boy like Qiao Qiao, who else goes there to fetch water every day, the smell of bleach and powder is so strong."

Really not, even if there is, everyone only occasionally, no one like Chi Qiao to turn on the water at a fixed time every day.

Song Wenxing really couldn't figure it out, so he simply changed the subject: "By the way, there is something I really want to ask you."

"Ask." Zhuo Yixiao deserved it.

"Is the script thing true?"

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yixiao readily admitted: "Yes."

"Really?!" Song Wenxing jumped up, "You, you, the dark horse script?! Jojo, the devil?!"

Someone next to him looked over, Song Wenxing remembered that they were in the hospital, and quickly sat down again, wrapped in a small blanket.

"I don't know what version of the rumor you are listening to." Zhuo Yixiao stretched his legs, and leaned on the back of the chair in a comfortable sitting position, "But the show crew showed me the script of the Dark Horse and the Demon King."

"Huh? What is it?" Song Wenxing didn't understand.

"The dark horse that was not expected at the beginning turned out, turned against the wind, and skyrocketed." Zhuo Yixiao used three idioms in one breath, "But it will be defeated unexpectedly on the night of the group."

Song Wenxing was completely dumbfounded.

How is this different from the rumors?

The widely circulated version is obviously a dark horse that turned out to defeat the big devil that everyone was optimistic about. How did it become a double superimposed script when it came to Zhuo Yixiao?

"Aren't they going to sign you? Give you this kind of script?"

"Anyway, no matter what, everyone is just a tool man under the control of capital." Seeing Song Wenxing's shocked expression, Zhuo Yixiao sneered.

"Then did you take the script?" Song Wenxing asked.

"Surely not." Zhuo Yixiao said, "Your grandfather and I are the kind of people who would succumb to capital?"

"Grandpa is amazing." Song Wenxing cupped his fists, his face full of admiration.

Zhuo Yixiao: "..."

Zhuo Yixiao: "Please, don't call me grandpa."

By the time Zhuo Yixiao finished the infusion and took the car back to the Orange Building, it was halfway through the morning.

Song Wenxing and Zhuo Yixiao went back to the dormitory together, and after a night of freezing, Song Wenxing sneezed three times as soon as he came back, so he hurried to find some cold medicine, took a hot bath, and changed his clothes.

The time period for serving breakfast in the cafeteria has long passed, so they can only eat something casually in the dormitory to fill their stomachs.

Song Wenxing gave Zhuo Yixiao the snacks that Lu Zhicheng bought for him. He remembered that Zhuo Yixiao didn't eat sweets, so he gave him a whole wheat bread.

This time Zhuo Yixiao did not refuse, and took it unceremoniously.

Song Wenxing knew that this was the first step for Zhuo Yixiao to accept them.

No, since Zhuo Yixiao was willing to help hug the injured Chi Qiao, he should have accepted them.

"The convenience store in the Orange Building doesn't sell this bread." Zhuo Yixiao glanced at the foreign language on the package and raised his eyebrows, "Giving it to Lu Zhicheng again?"

"... Can you see that too?" Song Wenxing, who was eating a small cake, paused and looked up at him.

"Isn't this the big bag you carried back when you came back from the arena that day?" Zhuo Yixiao tore open the packing bag, "Apart from Lu Zhicheng, who else can give it to you."

Song Wenxing wanted to refute, but found that he didn't have any convincing excuses at all.

"The relationship between the two of you is really strange. It's not as hot as it was uploaded on the Internet." Zhuo Yixiao ate the bread and said casually, "I think he not only doesn't hate you, but also likes you."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Almost instantly, Song Wenxing felt fire rising from his chest to his ears, and jumped up from the chair.

"What did I say?" Zhuo Yixiao was taken aback by Song Wenxing's fierce reaction, raised his head, and gave him a look inexplicably.

"How does he like me!!!" Song Wenxing shouted with the momentum of three exclamation points.

"Don't you like it?" Zhuo Yixiao frowned and thought for a while, then raised his hand to brush his dreadlocks, "I think you are the one he likes the most among all the trainees."

……what! ?

The "like" that Zhuo Yixiao said was actually this like? !

Something is wrong!

If you like it, you can appreciate it, if you like it, you should like it, why use such a misleading word as "like"!

are you crazy!ah? !

Song Wenxing didn't know why he reacted so violently. When he came back to his senses, he realized that his understanding was wrong, and his face became even hotter: "He is also very optimistic about Chi Qiao! He is also very optimistic about you!"

"Oh." Zhuo Yixiao didn't care about this kind of thing at all, "By the way, it's Lu Zhicheng's turn to come to class today, right? If you don't hurry, get out of class will be over soon."

Only then did Song Wenxing remember the most important thing—more than half of this morning has passed!

He didn't even have time to eat, and immediately jumped up from the chair like a spring, and hurriedly put the shoes on his feet.

"What are you doing? You can't hold your shit anymore?" Zhuo Yixiao bit the bread and looked at him, "Like a cat, jumping around all day long."

"Roll!" Song Wenxing put one foot in, and the other foot was only half covered, kicking and kicking in the air, looking very funny, "I won't tell you! I have to go to class."

Zhuo Yixiao clicked his tongue, stood up, took the bread in one hand, and put the other in his pocket: "Hey, let's go together."

When they rushed to the classroom, Lu Zhicheng was in class.

Chi Qiao has resumed training and danced with everyone, but because he was still injured, Lu Zhicheng asked him to follow the gestures, and he didn't have to dance too well.

Song Wenxing stood at the door and knocked.

Lu Zhicheng, who was correcting one of them, stopped and looked back at them: "Are you back?"

Today he still has no makeup, casual clothes, no hairstyle, and a peaked cap, but even so, he still has a special attractive temperament.

"En." When looking at Lu Zhicheng, Song Wenxing quickly took a deep breath, and walked in pretending to be calm, "Good morning, PD."

"Morning." Lu Zhicheng laughed, then looked at Zhuo Yixiao behind Song Wenxing, "Is Zhuo Yixiao feeling better?"

The news of Zhuo Yixiao's fainting has already spread.

"I'm fine. Thank you PD." Zhuo Yixiao who was standing behind Song Wenxing said.

"If you still feel uncomfortable later, you must raise your hand and tell me, don't hold on." Lu Zhicheng glanced at Song Wenxing, "Someone in both of your groups is sick, and the others should take care of themselves. Never get sick again."

Song Wenxing rubbed his nose and stood in the line, Zhuo Yixiao also followed back to his own line.

As soon as Song Wenxing stood up, Chi Qiao who was next to him leaned over.

Chi Qiao lowered her voice and said softly, "Wen Xing, there is something I want to tell you. I mentioned it to PD Lu just now."

"What's the matter?" Song Wenxing turned to look at him.

"My feet will definitely not heal so fast. I can't jump in the C position." Chi Qiao said, "I want to give up the C position, so you can jump."

The author has something to say: Zhuo Yixiao: He likes you.

Song Wenxing: Why does he like me! ! ! ! !

Zhuo Yixiao: ……………Why are you so excited.

Song Wenxing: How can I! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Zhuo Yixiao: ...

Lu Zhicheng: Zhuo Yixiao, well done :)

good night ovo~