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The two of them stared at each other in silence for about a minute, before Bai Chumu came back to his senses and said, "What's wrong?"

"That..." Ling Tongqian was called back by Bai Chumu's voice, scratched his head, and then remembered what he wanted to say, "You warm up the bath water, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"Oh, good." Bai Chumu nodded and agreed.

After taking a shower, he walked out of the bathroom with wet hair and returned to the lounge without even taking a dry towel, let alone drying his hair.

The brothers were all waiting in the lounge for Sister Jia to bring them lunch, and Ling Tongqian was the first to see Bai Chumu coming back.

As soon as he heard the movement at the door, Ling Tongqian immediately turned his head, looked up and down at Bai Chumu, and frowned.

Bai Chumu was wearing short sleeves and sweatpants, with drooping wet hair, and was playing with his phone while walking with his head down.

Ling Tongqian took out a dry towel from his locker almost instantly, then quickly walked up to Bai Chumu, covered his head with the towel, and began to wipe his hair.

"Ai ai ai ai," Bai Chumu's eyes were also covered by the towel, and the darkness in front of him made him hurriedly grab Ling Tongqian's arm, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, "what are you doing?"

"I have a bit of a cold, and I didn't wipe my hair after taking a shower. Are you a child?" Ling Tongqian's implication was to accuse Bai Chumu of not knowing how to take care of himself like a child.

"I'm planning to wipe it off." Ling Tongqian's tone of voice was too parental, which made Bai Chumu feel like he was being scolded by his elders, which made him dare not snap back as usual.

"Sit down, I'll wipe it for you." Ling Tongqian could not help but press Bai Chumu's shoulder to let him sit on the sofa, and then carefully wiped his hair.

"Why don't they use a hair dryer?" Song Xingyu felt that the behavior of the two brothers was very confusing, so he secretly asked He Qiuyao who was sitting beside him.

"The hair dryer is broken." He Qiuyao said without even looking at it.

"It was fine when I used it just now, why did it suddenly break down?" Song Xingyu was puzzled again.

He Qiuyao glared at Song Xingyu angrily, expressing that he didn't want to talk to him.

"Ah!" Bai Chumu couldn't hold back and sneezed again.

"After lunch, take some medicine." Ling Tongqian wiped Bai Chumu's hair half dry, then stopped, and put the towel on Xiaobai's neck.

"Okay." Bai Chumu was stared at by Ling Tongqian with irresistible eyes, so he had no choice but to accept his fate.

The cold medicine has the effect of sleeping. Not long after taking the medicine, Bai Chumu began to feel sleepy. He was drowsy in the acting class in the afternoon.

The acting class teacher didn't understand the situation, but he didn't like seeing the listless children who came to his acting class the most. He was really dissatisfied with Bai Chumu's state in this class.

"Little Bai," the teacher tapped on the table with a pen, looked at Bai Chumu who was standing in the corner and was about to sleep, and said, "Why are you so sleepy, did you not rest last night?"

"Teacher, I'm sorry." Bai Chumu didn't bother to explain, and didn't have the energy to speak, so he bowed slightly to apologize to the teacher, then shook his head to force himself to cheer up.

"Teacher, Xiaobai took cold medicine, that's why he lost his energy." Ling Tongqian didn't want to see Bai Chumu being misunderstood by the teacher, so he stood up and explained.

"Qian'er." Bai Chumu grabbed Ling Tongqian's wrist and shook his head gently.

"It's easier to catch a cold due to the recent change of seasons. You should pay attention to your clothes. Don't always insist on style and temperature." The tone of the teacher's advice was a bit serious, but he was also for the good of the children.

The seven people obediently agreed to come down first, but whether they listened or not depended on whether they remembered after going down.

The teachers in the performance class are the strictest, because children must have the ability to sing and dance, so the company will focus on training the children in music and dance. On the contrary, the performance foundation of the children is relatively weak. After a week, the company There are not as many acting classes as there are dance and music classes, so the teachers in the acting class have to be strict with the children, hoping that they can also learn to perform well.

The teacher is strict and strict, but the child is sick, and he still can't bear to force him to continue the class.So Bai Chumu got the teacher's approval to let him sit aside and rest.

After class, Bai Chumu had already fallen asleep on the table.

"Do you want to wake up Xiaobai?" Chen Ziheng asked.

"It's hard for him to have time to sleep for a while, so it's better not to wake him up." He Qiuyao looked at the little Bai Chumu lying on the table, and felt that he was a little pitiful.

Liu Chengze: "Then he can't be allowed to sleep here?"

Tang Tang: "If this continues, won't he become even more ill?"

"Which one of you is stronger, wouldn't it be over if you take Brother Xiaobai back to the lounge?" Song Xingyu really didn't understand what his brothers were struggling with. They insisted on discussing such a simple question for a long time, which really left him speechless.

"Qian'er, come on!" Chen Ziheng pushed Ling Tongqian's back from behind, and pushed his younger brother a few steps forward.

Ling Tongqian looked at Bai Chumu's head, pursed his lips, and then, as if he had made enough mental preparations, he bent down and picked him up carefully, leaving the classroom and heading towards the lounge.

The cold medicine was taking effect, and Bai Chumu was in a deep sleep without being woken up.Probably subconsciously aware of the familiar sense of security, he rubbed his head against Ling Tongqian's arms.

Bai Chumu, who is usually hot and flirtatious, is hiding in Ling Tongqian's arms defenselessly at this moment, obedient and soft.Ling Tongqian wondered selfishly, could he just let Xiaobai sleep in his arms all the time.

The answer is of course no, Chen Ziheng followed Ling Tongqian into the lounge, "Put Xiaobai on the sofa, be careful."

"Okay." Ling Tongqian's tone contained helplessness, and he gently placed Bai Chumu on the sofa.

"This poor child." Chen Ziheng took a blanket and covered Bai Chumu, and then said to Ling Tongqian, "Let's go, let's not disturb Xiaobai's sleep here."

"It's okay, I'll stay here and watch him." Ling Tongqian didn't want Bai Chumu to wake up and find that there was no one around him.

"Alright, then I'm leaving, remember to tell me if you have anything to do." Chen Ziheng patted Ling Tongqian on the shoulder, glanced at Bai Chumu on the sofa, and then turned and left the lounge.

Ling Tongqian turned on the air conditioner in the lounge, turned it to the heating, sat on another small sofa, and watched over the sleeping man without saying a word.

Bai Chumu has a slapped face and soft facial contours. In the words of fans, Teacher Xiaobai is a boy of the little milk dog type.

Teacher Xiaobai is very quiet when he is asleep, but he is quite different when he is noisy when he is in peacetime. The phrase "quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit" is most suitable for him.But whether it's Bai Chumu who is sleeping quietly, or Bai Chumu who is bouncing around, it will make people feel a desire to protect.

Ling Tongqian was fascinated by staring at Bai Chumu's harmless sleeping face.

Bai Chumu slept until seven o'clock in the evening before slowly waking up. As soon as he opened his eyes and turned his head slightly, he saw Ling Tongqian sitting on the sofa opposite him, reading and studying.

"How much time is it?" Bai Chumu opened his mouth to speak, and found that his voice was terribly hoarse.

"It's seven o'clock." Although Ling Tongqian was answering Bai Chumu's question, the hoarse and exhausted voice of this guy just now really scared him a lot. He quickly got up and reached out to touch Bai Chumu's body. Forehead, it's hot.

"What's wrong?" Bai Chumu was unaware of his fever, only felt that something was wrong with Ling Tongqian's dimmed expression.

"You seem to... have a fever."

"Isn't it?" Bai Chumu touched his forehead in doubt. The skin on his forehead was hot, and he had a fever if nothing else.

"I'll find you a temperature needle to measure it." After Ling Tongqian finished speaking, he rummaged through the room, and finally found a temperature needle that hadn't been used for a long time.

After taking his temperature, it was confirmed that Bai Chumu had a fever, but fortunately, it was a low-grade fever. He felt that he was just a little tired and his head was a little heavy, and there was nothing else wrong.

Ling Tongqian was obviously more nervous than the sick man. He stared at the temperature needle for a long time, then turned around and walked out of the lounge, searched the entire third floor, found Chen Ziheng and He Qiuyao, and immediately put Bai Chu Mu told his brothers about his fever.

"Ah?" He Qiuyao suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"I have a fever, should I take Xiaobai to the hospital?" Chen Ziheng believed that he should seek medical treatment in time when he was sick.

"But with Xiaobai's personality, it's impossible for him to be willing to go to the hospital." Ling Tongqian patted the back of his head helplessly.

"Let him eat well, take medicine, and rest well for the past two days. There should be no major problems." Chen Ziheng adapts to the situation and quickly thinks of a new method.

Ling Tongqian: "This is the only way to go now."

He Qiuyao: "But we're going to Changsha to record a program the day after tomorrow."

Chen Ziheng: "..."

He was speechless.

"Then let Xiaobai rest at home for a day tomorrow." Ling Tongqian felt a headache when he thought of rushing to Changsha to record a program the day after tomorrow.

In fact, Bai Chumu is a very restless person, so it is really embarrassing for him to rest at home for a day and do nothing.

Ling Tongqian was ordered by his brothers to stay at home to take care of Bai Chumu. This guy got up from time to time and wandered around the room, bouncing and jumping, and every time he was so scared that he was dragged back to the bed.

"Be good, okay?" Ling Tongqiandi pushed Bai Chumu back on the bed and lay down on the bed countless times, looking down at him helplessly and dotingly.

"I'm in a hurry." Bai Chumu twisted his body a few times uncomfortably.

"Your fever hasn't subsided yet, don't keep tossing your body." Ling Tong persuaded Bai Chumu like an old father.

"Isn't it just a low fever? I can still stand up." Bai Chumu was about to get up from the bed as he spoke, trying to prove that he was in good health.

"Lie down." Ling Tongqian easily pushed Bai Chumu down on the bed with one hand, and warned him not to move any more with his eyes.