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"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

As she rang the doorbell over and over again, the creases between Donghua's brows became deeper and deeper.

"I don't answer the phone... I don't open the door... What the hell are you doing..."

Reluctantly, he rang the doorbell again and patted on the door, but there was still no response.

Just as Donghua was about to turn around and leave, the door suddenly opened and hit her head.

"It hurts—what are you doing!"

Covering her head, Donghua complained and moved her gaze away.

"It's not Yujiro-san..." Supporting the wall, Fukuda glanced at Donghua and muttered in a low voice.

"..."

Dong Hua was silent for a moment, then stepped forward, "Hey, are you okay?"

Futian's appearance was not quite right, his voice was not as vibrant as usual, and his face didn't even look good.

"It's okay... what's the matter?"

Rubbing his eyes, Fukuda spoke in a low voice.

"..."

Grabbing the opponent's arm, Donghua stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand to touch the opponent's forehead.

The scalding temperature startled Donghua immediately, she stared seriously into the other's eyes, "Have you got a fever?"

"It's okay, just get some sleep."

Futian smiled at Donghua, but it didn't look good no matter what.

Sighing silently, Donghua closed the door, pushed her across the studio and into the room.

"You are really... take medicine when you have a cold... You must be relying on your own health to wear clothes..."

Complaining and pressing the other party on the bed, Donghua sighed again when she saw the mess in the room...

"It's even more chaotic than me..."

"Hey, Fukuda. Have you taken your medicine yet?"

Lifting a pile of messy things under her feet, Dong Hua poked Fu Tian who was lying on the bed in a large font.

"...Hoo-no."

"Tsk...you don't go to the hospital, you don't take medicine, are you abusing yourself? Really..." He grabbed the quilt at the end of the bed and covered the person lying on it, "Is there any medicine?"

"Huh...in the cabinet over there..."

"I'll go... Mata Fukuda, you are really enough..."

The cabinet Futian pointed to contained a lot of miscellaneous things, which seemed to be put in casually.

Although she herself doesn't like to take care of the room very much, and often puts things around, Donghua can't help but sigh how messy the other party is.

"Get up and take the medicine." After finally finding the medicine hidden at the bottom of the cabinet, Donghua knocked on the opponent's hand with a gloomy face.

"...No, just get some sleep." Futian turned his back to Donghua and said in a hoarse voice as he lifted the quilt and turned over.

"... Fukuda Shinta, are you really looking for death! Swallow it up for me!"

The anger in her heart was even worse, Dong Hua pulled the other party back with all her strength, "Be careful, I will tell Auntie."

"... Tsk, what a big deal." Although he said so, Futian still reluctantly swallowed the medicine given by Donghua.

Covering the other party with the quilt again, Donghua stretched out her fist and touched Futian's forehead, "I tell you, don't lift the quilt for me, otherwise... hehehe."

"……understood."

After tidying up the messy things on the floor of Futian's room, Donghua let out a long breath.

Turning his eyes to the bed, Futian was already fast asleep.Although the sleeping position has been changing, but at any rate, he still did not kick off the quilt.

With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, Dong Hua cautiously walked out of the room.

There was a pile of drawing paper on the workbench, Donghua didn't go to clean it up, but went to the window and made a phone call.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Akatsuki."

While looking at the scenery outside through the window, he responded softly.

"Well, Mr. Fukuda seems to have caught a cold, and now he is sleeping after taking medicine."

"Well, you're welcome, that's what I should do."

"Well, okay, I'll tell him when he wakes up."

"OK, bye."

"Let's practice the next lines."

After hanging up the phone, Donghua was silent for a moment, then took out the script from the bag she was carrying.

But at this moment, the doorbell rang again.

"Who?"

"Futian..."

Hattori Yujiro stopped halfway through his words, and stared at Fuyuka who opened the door with wide eyes.

After carefully looking at Donghua, he took a step back suspiciously and looked at the house number outside.

"That's right..."

"That...is for Fukuda Shinta, right?"

Although she has never met the other party, Dong Hua vaguely guessed the other party's identity.

"Ah, that's right!" As if confirming his own thoughts, Hattori nodded, and looked at Fuyuka with a smile, "I am Fukuda-kun's editor, Hattori Yujiro. Isn't Fukuda-kun here?"

Turning sideways to let the other party enter the room, Donghua responded with a smile, "I am Futian's classmate, Donghuaxiao. He has a cold and is resting in the room now. The drawings are probably the ones on the workbench."

"Eh? Just classmates?"

"……if not?"

"No... nothing."

"That should be it, then I'll go first, please tell me when Fukuda-kun wakes up." After tidying up a pile of sketches on the table, Hattori Yujiro stopped after walking a few steps, "Speaking of... ...Where's Fukuda-kun's assistant, Yasuoka?"

Shaking his head, "I don't know, he was the only one when I came."

"Is that... ah, sorry. Then I take my leave."

"Go on."

After sending Hattori away to accept the manuscript, Fuyuka curled her lips, put aside the doubts in her heart, and refocused on the practice of her lines.

Open the script on the table, cover your ears with your hands, and read the lines in a low voice.

"Mr. Qingmu, from now on, you can only look at yourself."

"That's all I can teach you."

"Magic is something that needs to be studied by oneself. To be honest, I don't like you."

"Don't be angry, you've only been in contact for a while, and you still want to compete with other people like this. I don't think it's possible to win."

"Did you know? Although your sister, Ryo Aoki is recognized as a genius in the industry, she has never won at this time."

"I know you have your reasons, and I'm also looking forward to your future. Your acceptance" Yes, you are impulsive and impatient.The ability and intelligence are not lower than your sister, but I will remind you first! "

"It's not good to be aggressive! If you want to become a qualified magician, you can't succeed without a little patience!"

"Ah—? Aoki Hang, why are you looking for me again this time?"

What, suddenly reformed and realized his own shortcomings? "

"...So what if it is, and what if it's not."

"……Who told you that……"

"So what if it's me... There's no need to thank me, I'm just doing my duty."

"Although I know you won't get any good grades, don't try to be lazy, understand?"

"Hmm... It's really difficult to be a teenager for a while and a mature woman for a while."

The lines in "Magic Magician" are relatively long and there are many lines, and Donghua has to play two different people at the same time, so it is natural to feel difficult.

"Hey."

A young man's deep voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Dong Hua raised her head in surprise, and let go of her hands holding her ears, "You're awake... are you feeling better?"

"...Mmm." Sitting on the chair, Futian supported his forehead with one hand, and replied in a low voice.

"By the way-" Dong Hua was about to say something when the phone that was put aside rang again.

"What are you doing, why are there so many calls today..."

While complaining, he continued, "Hello?"

"Dong, Hua, Xiao!——"

Kitami Rio's angry roar came from the other side of the phone, Donghua couldn't help covering her ears, a chill came out of her body.

"Ri, Miss Riu..."

In her heart she understood why the other party was calling her, and Dong Hua's heart felt chills, even her body trembled a little, and her words were trembling.

"Get out of here honestly! Otherwise..."

"...Hi QAQ"