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"Cold?" Zhou Jiayi caught two words in his confused thoughts, and turned to look at Wen Nian, "Cold?"

"No, I just have a little cough these days." Wen Nian said.

Probably because I am not used to using my throat for a long time, and I have hardly rested for more than a month. In the past few days, my throat occasionally itches, and I will cough a few times when I get wind.

It wasn't caused by a cold, but Shen Han, including Brother Lin, had been worried that he had symptoms of a cold.

"It's not a cold." Wen Nian emphasized.

He looked down at the suit in his hand.

... I don't know if the sound insulation in the lounge is not good, and the cough just now was heard.

"It should be that I have used my voice too much recently." Fu Lin added, "It's okay, I will take three days off for the next three days, talk less, and let my voice take a good rest."

"That's right, don't cough and cough and make your throat hoarse again," Zhou Jiayi also echoed, "Is there any supermarket near here? Buy some fat sea and honeysuckle when you go back."

"It's not convenient for you to go out, I'll take a look later."

"Don't." Wen Nian grabbed Zhou Jiayi's arm.

The second summer students are now talking about "fat sea", and even Wen Nian is a bit hungry...too much to drink.

"I'm drinking." Wen Nian said.

Not only drinking, but drinking every day.

In line with the principle of having the same blessings and sharing the same difficulties, almost everyone in Erxia has a pot. At first, everyone felt that it was refreshing to quench their thirst and protect their throats, but day after day, they couldn't stand it individually.

For example, Xia Nan wakes up in the morning with the sound of suona, saying "I can't survive this day", drinks Pang Dahai at night, and goes to bed at night saying "I can't drink a drop of this tea".

Fu Lin watched Wen Nian's sharp eyesight and quick hands to control Zhou Jiayi's movements, as if he was afraid that he would go to the supermarket, and laughed uncontrollably: "I feel a little uncomfortable after drinking every day, and I can't stop tea."

Wen Nian: "."

As soon as Fu Lin left, Zhou Jiayi didn't have those strange feelings anymore. Seeing that Wen Nian was wearing thin clothes, he asked him to put on his suit quickly.

Wen Nian turned around and went to the dressing room, and borrowed makeup remover and cotton pads from the makeup artist.

The make-up artist handed the things over and said, "Why don't you go back and take off the makeup? It's not difficult to remove the makeup on your face, but it might take a while for your eyelashes. The mascara is hard, and the makeup remover——"

The makeup artist stopped talking because he saw Wen Nian pressing the makeup remover cotton on his neck.

Makeup artist: "..."

The two stared wide-eyed, plus a dazed Zhou Jiayi.

The makeup artist smiled: "Others wipe their face first, why did you wipe your neck first."

Wen Nian was silent for a moment, and said, "It will stain the clothes."

After removing his neck, Wen Nian went to the bathroom to wipe off the vermilion powder on his hands.

Seeing that his skin was almost blushing, Zhou Jiayi looked at the messy T-shirt on his body, and said, "It's okay, if it gets dirty, it will get dirty, just go back and throw it in the washing machine and stir it."

Wen Nian wiped off the water stains on his arms with a paper towel, and frowned upon hearing this: "Can a suit be washed in the washing machine?"

Zhou Jiayi: "..."

It turned out to be Mr. Shen's suit.

It is because the T-shirt he won without installments for the full price of 39.9 is unworthy.

The suit had Shen Huaijing's usual mint fragrance, which wasn't particularly special, but Wen Nian felt that it matched Shen Huaijing very well.

Wrapped in the breath belonging to Shen Huaijing, he didn't dare to bow his head.

As soon as he lowered his head, the scent of mint came to the tip of his nose.

Zhou Jiayi went to answer the phone, scratched his head when he came back, and said, "When I was going to answer the phone, I ran into brother Lin, and he asked me if I wanted to go back to school or go to the villa with you, and I said go back to school, Then he called and sent me... a car??? He also saved my phone number and said that the driver would contact me when he got downstairs."

Zhou Jiayi grew up so big, he never knew that he could still be "sent a car".

Just as I was about to say something more, the driver called.

"The second basement? Okay, tell me the license plate number, okay, I'll remember it."

Zhou Jiayi put down the phone, and Wen Nian made a "understanding" gesture.

"Are you going back to school for three days off?" Zhou Jiayi asked standing at the door.

Wen Nian: "It depends."

"Okay, send us a message when you come back."

Wen Nian nodded: "Remember to change your clothes early when you arrive."

After Shen Huaijing and Wu Guang finished their meeting, the lounge next door was empty.

"They went back?" Shen Huaijing asked.

Fu Lin: "Not long after I left."

"Zhou Jiayi, I also helped call a car."

"And your coat was neatly folded and brought back in a dust bag."

Shen Huaijing looked at the indoor temperature showing "21°C", and thought of Wen Nian's thin stage costume.

"You didn't let him put his coat on?"

Fu Lin: "I've been wearing it all the time in the stage."

He paused, and said, "After putting on your coat, you behaved as if you were stuck with some kind of talisman. You never went out after sitting in the lounge."

Back at the villa, Wen Nian checked and found that the suit was not stained with vermilion powder, but he was still a little worried, so he simply cleaned the collar and cuffs and hung it in the room to dry.

The first day of Sigong’s end, the first day of the holiday, everyone fell asleep in the dark, but Erxia’s live broadcast room didn’t stop. Originally, the program group planned to suspend the broadcast for three days, but as soon as the news came out, the crowd was excited. If you dare to stop the live broadcast, my heart will dare to stop." In this move that kills the enemy by a hair and hurts oneself by three thousand, the program team compromised and changed the live broadcast time to "follow the fate".

It was already 12 o'clock when the show started the next day.

It's the weekend, and I didn't expect there to be many people.

[The broadcast started but not completely started, I watched it but felt lonely]

[It’s weekend, understandable, it is said that sleeping two hours more on weekends reduces the risk of depression by 48%]

[But they have already slept for 5 hours, it's time to get up for lunch]

[Since the program group has released it, it means that people are awake, and my sons are rebellious, so we just don't go downstairs]

[The lunatic began to speak: You have grown up in the camera, it is time to be sensible, and it is time to learn to sneak into the room on the second floor from the lobby]

Everyone in Erxia was indeed awake, did not go downstairs, and had even gone deep into the enemy's camp - relying on the fact that the broadcast would not be broadcasted inside the house, Shen Han lay on the bed and directly clicked into the live broadcast room.

Not long after he clicked in, a new round of song list voting opened again.

Shen Han only glanced at it, Tianling Gai was already buzzing, and immediately sent the link of Erxia's live broadcast room to Erxia's group.

"Vote, get up and fight for your own destiny." Shen Han directly sent a voice over.

【Lin Cong: Already cast, "There is a Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng (Suona Version)"】

[Zhang Yuhao: Already cast, "There is a Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng (Suona Version)"]

【Shen Han:...】

【Lin Cong: Brother, come and cut the nest. 】

Wen Nian glanced at the playlist: "It seems to be almost the same."

At most it is the difference between the erhu version and the suona version.

Wen Nian was quite interested in the song, he scrolled down to the end and reminded Shen Han: "There is an 'other' at the bottom."

"Really?!" Shen Han was overjoyed, and when he scrolled to the 16th option, there was indeed something else, so he decisively voted for "Other", and then a message box popped up: Please leave your recommended track.

Shen Han: "You can still recommend songs, the design is quite perfect."

Wen Nian saw how he had searched the music library for a long time, and asked, "What do you recommend?"

Shen Han excitedly said: "I found it from the playlist."

As he said that, he turned the phone over, and Wen Nian saw Shen Han's playlist - "The best lullaby in the world, which can reduce anxiety by 65%. It is said that no one can listen to it all while awake."

Wen Nian: "..."

I don't know what small program was added to the voting session. After voting, the voting results were directly displayed.

The number of votes in the front row was distorted, but to Shen Han's surprise, there were less than 1000 people who chose "Others", and there were even self-submissions, and a link was written in the title: "Going Home", a college elective End-of-semester assessment.

Shen Han clicked in.

The sound of the trombone, breathless, sparse, full of emotion and without any skill, which makes you never expect the development of the melody, came out through the mobile phone.

Wen Nian looked at him.

Shen Han closed it with trembling hands.

He cut a trumpet and re-voted for the No. [-] "A Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng (Suona Version)".

Or listen to Suona.

After learning from the painful experience, Shen Han decided to attack from the source.

[Who is the administrator who organizes the voting?After listening to erhu and suona for so long, everyone is tired of listening to it. You can change some piano music or violin music to promote cultural exchanges between China and the West (cute)]

Wen Nian: "Did you post that barrage just now?"

Shen Han: "Which one?"

Wen Nian: "The administrator?"

Shen Han was shocked: "What, does this still have an ID displayed?"

No way?

Did he still vote?

"No," Wen Nian smiled, "I just saw you typing a long paragraph of text, and as soon as you stopped, the bullet screen came out."

Shen Han complied, and pointed to a barrage of "The one who changed the piano music in front, don't run away, take me with you", and said to Wen Nian, "Look, there are people who agree."

However, the second he put down his phone.

[Tired of listening to "everyone"? ? ?Who is this "everyone"?Also fit into our live broadcast room? 】

[I'm tired of listening hahahaha, okay, this fart is loud. 】

[There is also the "take me one", it is reasonable to suspect that this is a member of Erxia, right? 】

【Xia Nan, it's you. 】

[Shen Han, don't hide behind the screen and keep quiet, I know you are there. 】

Shen Han: "..."

Almost at the same time, Er Xia Daqun popped up Xia Nan's news.

[Xia Nan: I agreed with the water friend who said he was looking for the administrator, but he was almost exposed! 】

Shen Han: "..."

Erxia's downstairs living room was still quiet, and the friends in the live broadcast room were so bored that they started chatting about their lunch menu for today.

Just as the two factions of "Ma La Tang" or "Yellow Braised Chicken" were having a heated debate, a long barrage flashed out.

[As a lucky viewer who just participated in the recording of Er Xia and Si Gong last night, I would like to say that the suit hanging in the far left corner of the living room seems familiar? 】

[Live yellow braised chicken... Bah, live lucky audience? ? ? 】

[I heard from my friends that their school seems to have received Er Xia's tickets, envious. 】

[Don't say half of what was said before, just a spoiler, which group of Sigong is wearing a suit? !So this stage will be a paradise for suit lovers? 】

【…… At the scene, it is heaven, or a heaven at the ceiling level, because the one wearing the suit yesterday was not a student, but a mentor, or... that one. 】

[I actually knew who it was from the word "that". 】

【What?Why is Mr. Shen's suit in Erxia's dormitory?Teacher Shen didn't sleep here last night, did he? ! 】

[Hand down, Mr. Shen slept in Erxia Villa last night. 】

[Hand down, Mr. Shen sleeps in the room of the year. 】

[Hand down, Mr. Shen and Niannian have fallen asleep. 】

Shen Han just exited for a while, and when he re-entered, he saw the words "suit" and "sleeping" all over the screen.

Suit?

What suit?

asleep?

What is sleeping?

Shen Han froze for a moment, then suddenly sat up from the bed.

Suit!

Shen Han's memory was pulled back to the early morning in an instant.

Last night, Zhang Yuhao held a lobster party to celebrate his elimination. He ate too much, and was woken up in the middle of the night last night. He wanted to go downstairs to drink water. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he was startled by his brother's suit jacket. I took the suit to the living room downstairs to air-dry - because the suit cannot be dried in the sun, especially in this season, so it cannot be placed on the balcony.

Wen Nian had already put down his phone and was reading a book, obviously not aware of the suit yet.

Shen Han was still rejoicing, while brainstorming how to hide it, Xia Nan's news popped up.

[Xia Nan: @文年, Niannian, Mr. Shen's suit fell downstairs! ! ! 】

Wen Nian: "...?"

Shen Han died on the spot.

A few minutes later, Shen Han contacted the program team, and the live broadcast ended.

A few minutes later, Wen Nian went downstairs and put his suit back in the dust bag.

"I forgot." Shen Han stood by the sofa as punishment.

I don't know if it was because he experienced too many things in the live broadcast room, but Wen Nian was not too surprised. He even felt sorry and funny when he heard that Shen Han was woken up by the suit last night.

but……

He looked down at the suit in the dust bag.

In order to avoid further accidents, it is better to pay back as soon as possible.

Wen Nian took the suit upstairs, thought for a while, and sent a message to Shen Huaijing.

[Mr. Shen, are you at home? 】

The other end came back quickly this time.

【exist. 】

Wen Nian was sending a message about the editor returning the suit, and there was another message in the message box.

Only this time it's not information, but voice.

Wen Nian was startled, and clicked open.

"Do you want to come here?" The voice was low and deep, but because of the slight smile inside, it didn't sound like a question, but more like...

more like what?Wen Nian asked himself.

Immediately afterwards, two words flashed through my mind—invitation.

Wen Nian: "..."

A few seconds later, Wen Nian's ears suddenly turned red.

It’s over.

Something strange was going on in his head.