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The body has no strength and is limp.

The pick-up staff asked them to wait a while and go to the garage to drive alone.

It was getting late, and the temperature was several degrees lower than when they came. Unfortunately, the place where they were standing was in the wind.

Zhou Zekai's consciousness was very unclear, he was stuck there like a wooden stake, and even his body was shivering from the sudden cold wind, but he failed to attract his attention.

Jiang Botao looked at his team leader with some concern, while adjusting his position and using his body to shield him from the wind, he held his hands in his palms very naturally, leaned his forehead against his, and asked in a low voice: "It seems a little fever?"

Zhou Zekai looked at him silently, his cheeks flushed slightly, his eyes still blurred.

When he didn't get an answer, Jiang Botao continued to hold hands for him: "Go back and have a look later."

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"Hi, I'm Jiang Botao from Team Samsara." Jiang Botao tried his best to control his voice, with seriousness and anger in his sincerity, "I shouldn't have called at this time, but about the stylist today..."

He called the person in charge of the magazine and told the story of what happened today. Although he didn't add any details, he made it very serious intentionally or unintentionally.

"In e-sports, eyes are very important, especially our team, which is supported by the captain. If there is something wrong with his eyes, no one can bear the responsibility. Today's matter can be big or small. The captain thinks that other staff members It's all good, I didn't tell the club because I was afraid that your faces would look bad... Ah, no need to apologize, it's not your fault, alas, it's not easy for everyone, I just want to let you know, so that your club won't suffer a big loss out of nowhere After all, not everyone is so easy to discuss with our captain. When you meet a more delicate star, claiming [-] or [-] yuan is considered light, right?... I didn’t intend to knock him out of his job, but since you have said so, it’s okay Alright, otherwise, I think the captain may not dare to accept an interview from your agency next time..."

After talking on the phone, Jiang Botao went back to the dormitory and checked Zhou Zekai's situation on the bed.

It was too hot and cold today, Zhou Zekai was obviously wrong when he was still in the studio, and his forehead was also a little hot.Back in the dormitory, the sharpshooter, who is usually in good spirits, simply lay on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless.

Jiang Botao found the thermometer in the drawer, washed his hands and sanitized it, touched his roommate's slightly pale lips with the mercury end of the thermometer, and inserted it gently into his mouth.Then put him to lie down again, straightened his bangs which were wet with sweat, and whispered softly in his ear: "Suck it obediently, I'll be right back."

Only then did he walk out the door and make the phone call just now.

When he came back, the time was up, so he carefully pulled out the thermometer and checked, it was 38.4°C.

Jiang Botao's first reaction was to rush to the hospital, but it was so cold outside, he reluctantly took Zhou Zekai out, if the wind blows and freezes, it would be even worse.He seldom gets sick, and has no experience in taking care of patients with colds and fevers. Even the thermometer was originally prepared because of his temperament as a guide, and he almost lost his mind for a while.

Fortunately, the dormitory has a common medicine box. Jiang Botao checked the countermeasures on the Internet, and found some aspirin and other pills from it.He poured a glass of water, took a sip to test his temperature, and then half-hugged his roommate, holding the pill in his palm and brought it to his mouth: "Xiao Zhou, take the medicine."

Zhou Zekai was a little dizzy from the fever. When he heard this sound, he didn't open his eyes, but just opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the pill from the opponent's palm.

Because of the fever, his face seemed paler than usual, but his cheeks were a little flushed, his eyes were closed tightly, his naturally long eyelashes cast a row of shadows, his lips were slightly parted, and his bright red tongue was licking softly, moistly and slowly When Jiang Botao's palm finally touched the white pill, he frowned slightly because of the unpleasant taste of the medicine.

——Although the patient with a fever is unconscious, this scene is as sensational as it needs to be.

Jiang Botao took a deep breath, and severely condemned himself for his animalistic behavior towards the patient. He collected his mind, fed him water more carefully, and made sure he had swallowed all the pills, so he felt more at ease.After feeding the water, I helped him take off his clothes. According to the online instructions, I gently wiped his body with a towel soaked in warm water, and then helped him put on his pajamas. Distressed.

Looking at the sentinel's sick face, for a moment, the young guide even thought: as long as he can get better soon, as long as he can be as comfortable and happy again, it doesn't matter anything.In the next instant, he dismissed this crazy idea.

After taking care of everything, he coaxed the sharpshooter to sleep quietly.When he was trying to leave, he realized that at some point, the other party's fingers were holding the corner of his clothes in his palm like a baby grasping the most important treasure, and he would not let go.Accompanied by a soft sigh, the magic swordsman didn't try to open those fingers, but fell asleep silently on his bed with a half-embraced posture.

As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain falling, and sickness goes like spinning silk.

Zhou Zekai, who is usually quite healthy, has been sick for five or six days, and his condition fluctuates.Fortunately, with the daily medication and light diet, most of the cold symptoms have disappeared; it is just that there are occasional intermittent low-grade fevers, which should not be a big deal for young people.

During the period, the magazine called him once, formally apologized to the young team leader of Samsara, and said that the stylist had been officially fired, and thanked him for being magnanimous for not making trivial matters bigger, and hoped to cooperate again if there was a chance.

Zhou Zekai was a little confused when he heard it, but he still let out a "huh" to show that he understood.Of course Jiang Botao understood what was going on, so he didn't point it out, and continued to discuss tactical arrangements with him with a smile.

The competition in the second half of the season is about to start. After more than half a month of rest, everyone's equipment has now been upgraded.The Samsara team, whose average age is much younger than last season, is about to embark on the battlefield for their first official competition.

As usual, the tactical discussion between the captain and deputy captain of Team Samsara was mainly based on what Jiang Botao said and Zhou Zekai listened to, but compared to usual, Zhou Zekai obviously talked a little more today.

Affected by the increase in the level cap, the schedule for the second half of the season has been disrupted a lot. After Team Samsara played against Team Mystic at home, they will play an away game against Team Void, a regular team in the playoffs in the league.

Wu Yuce, the vice-captain of Team Void, was a player of the same period as Zhou Zekai. The two had been friends since the training camp period. Of course, they knew each other's fighting style and technical characteristics quite well.

As the saying goes, "a good friend needs to be stabbed in the ribs", Zhou Zekai tried his best to tell all the weaknesses of Wu Yuce that he discovered, so that his deputy team could formulate a targeted battle plan.

After finishing the tactical discussion, Jiang Botao collected the materials as usual, thinking that his team had just recovered from a long illness and hadn't fully recovered, so he resolutely refused to let him help, and got busy on his own.

Zhou Zekai didn't insist, he quietly watched the other party busy.

Sometimes, he will be like this now, the inside of his body is like being burned by a furnace, the hot stimulation spreads to every cell, heat, pain, thirst... These feelings are all intertwined, slowly but surely eating away at him will.Even though the young sentinel is particularly persevering, it takes great effort to control his words and deeds, and not let such abnormalities show in the slightest.

The intermittent low-grade fever is not the sequelae of a cold.

It has a name that Zhou Zekai has to admit.

Combine heat.

Not here again.

Another bed in the dormitory is empty.

Tomorrow night will be the first game of the second half of the season—Samsara will be at home against Team Mysterious Fantasy.There is a certain gap in strength between the two sides. In the first half of the season, they also won the match against Xuanqi by a large margin. It can be said that Samsara did not regard them as real opponents, nor did they make special arrangements for them. away game.

Originally, at this time, Samsara's captain and deputy captain should be in the dormitory to watch the game video, but in the past two days, Jiang Botao left early and returned late, and he was often away.

Zhou Zekai knew that his roommate was the vice-captain in name, but he did the tasks of the captain. From accepting requests for fan club interaction activities to discussing equipment adjustments with the technical department, he, the team captain, should do everything theoretically.Because the captain was too dumb to speak, Jiang Botao shouldered all these cumbersome tasks and arranged them very well. It was never his turn to worry about these things.Although Jiang Botao has not been here for a long time, Samsara Club trusts the vice-captain from the owner manager to the ordinary training camp students, especially the team members, who often don't tell the captain when something happens, but talk to the vice-captain .

This has been the case for the past two days. Fang Minghua went out with Jiang Botao every night. He didn't know what to discuss, and they often talked for hours.

I can't see my roommate, and I feel a little lonely.

But more, it is an inexplicable pride - that person is trusted by everyone today.

The person I like so much...

As soon as I thought of "like", a sharp and tingling electric current rushed up along the nerves, and invisible flames exploded in the limbs and bones instantly, and the unspeakable heat swept through the body. I fell on the bed and took a quick bite. lips, so as not to let his sanity be captured by the surging combination heat.

Sanity was barely preserved, but the sudden frenzy would not recede just yet.

The young body is an honest reflection of the inner hunger, every inch of skin clamoring and crying for the roommate who is not here at the moment.took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down