After Rebirth, I and Idol Have HE [Entertainment Circle]

After the second round of assessment tasks officially began, the atmosphere in the dance studio became serious.

As the difficulty increases, the corresponding training intensity should be increased. Those with experience are okay, and those with no experience have to spend more time and sweat to ensure that they can keep up with the progress and grow quickly.

Xu Xiaodi is the one who is experienced, she is able to perform easily, the progress is always the fastest, and the effect is always the best. But she still spends her time in the dance studio every day except for music lessons. She doesn't seem to be tired, and she is full of energy all the time.

The teachers praised, others envied.

Only An Rong knew that Xu Xiaodi was also very tired. She was just used to presenting a better self in the lens, and the idol burden was 10,000 tons.

An Rong couldn't help but worry when he saw it in his eyes.

After a day of tiredness, Xu Xiaodi lay on the bed to rest, An Rong pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, and said in a low voice, "I'll squeeze it for you."

Xu Xiaodi didn't sleep, but didn't open his eyes. He shook his head and said, "No, I have to go to the dance studio for a while. They have not kept up with their progress. They have to work overtime. I'll go and see."

Her voice was soft and prostrate, dragging a little nasal sound, husky and hoarse like scratching An Rong's heart, making An Rong a little bit painful.

Xu Xiaodi lay on the pillow and didn't see it.

An Rong frowned and asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

Xu Xiaodi hesitated for a moment, turned his head, half-opened his eyes to look at An Rong, frowned and said, "No."

But her voice was extremely dry, dumb, listless, and there was no blood on her face. She was ill at first glance.

An Rong regretted a bit. She felt that Xu Xiaodi's voice sounded a little wrong when she got up in the morning, but after a few questions, Xu Xiaodi was confused by Xu Xiaodi.

An Rong frowned, his face stern, "Say if you are uncomfortable, take medicine if you are sick."

Xu Xiaodi laughed shortly, her voice in a lazy tone, her eyes softly falling on An Rong's face, "So fierce?"

An Rong squeezed his fingers, still frowning, stood up with a serious face and was about to leave.

Xu Xiaodi quickly grabbed her arm, raised her volume, and put away her sternness. He sighed and asked, "What are you going to do?"

An Rong was afraid to stretch Xu Xiaodi's arm, and stopped as soon as his wrist was pinched.

This person pretends to be fine all his life, avoids taking medicine, and refuses to see a doctor. An Rong made up his mind to smile fiercely. When it is such an important time, how can he die when he is sick?

But when An Rong turned his head and saw Xu Xiaodi's blindfolded eyes, his heart instantly softened, his tone of voice softened unconsciously, and his stern face softened.

She is sick and unwell.

"I'll get you some medicine." She paused, then added: "Sweet."

"I don't take medicine!"

As soon as An Rong's voice came to an end, before the end was withdrawn, Xu Xiaodi answered the conversation in an instant. She refused with a very strong attitude. She held An Rong's wrist tightly, as if she was afraid that she would go to get the medicine.

An Rong lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on Xu Xiaodi's fingers. They were the best-looking hands she had ever seen. They were slender and shiny, with their nails neatly trimmed, sticking to the fingertips, like a small piece of plump jade.

Xu Xiaodi didn't realize what she was doing, the corners of her mouth flattened, and she lowered her eyes and said, "You don't need to take medicine if you have a small cold, and the doctor is not here now, forget it."

She found a reason and thought it was reasonable. After all, it was so late and it was troublesome to seek a doctor, and An Rong was the person who disliked trouble the least.

An Rong's wrist was hot, and Xu Xiaodi pinched it too tightly, but she didn't want to break away, so she gave a dry cough and said, "I'll go and check it out. Just forget it."

Only then did Xu Xiaodi return to her senses, with a trace of panic and pain in her expression, but she concealed it very well, except that the corners of her mouth were flattened and she recovered quickly. She released her hand, stared at the red mark on An Rong's white wrist, and said, "It's really not necessary. I just need to sleep for a while."

She pulled a piece of paper from the bed and blew her nose.

An Rong's arm returned to freedom, but the sense of imprisonment on her wrist seemed to be still there. She turned unnaturally, put her hand on her side, and said solemnly: "No, there are five days to evaluate the performance, in case the time comes. What should I do if my throat is still weak? And I'm training now."

Xu Xiaodi threw the paper into the trash can, stretched her eyebrows, and followed her words and said, "What? Doubt my strength?"

An Rong frowned, "I didn't mean that."

Xu Xiaodi teased her deliberately, with a nasal voice, "What does that mean?"

An Rong was discouraged, "I'm just worried about you."

Xu Xiaodi took a pause with a paper hand, turned over, looked up at her, and said with a long tail: "Oh-do you care about me?"

An Rong had a ghost in her heart. When asked by Xu Xiaodi, her eyelids jumped, thinking that Xu Xiaodi had said to her that she did not want homosexuals in the team, so she immediately stated: "Friends, help each other and care about classmates. , Take care of roommates, unite as one, I should."

What a just and awe-inspiring, positive socialist successor.

Xu Xiaodi couldn't help laughing, her throat was itchy, coughing and out of breath.

An Rong hurriedly patted her on her back again, and when the cough subsided, he brought the water glass over and put it on the chair beside the bed.

"You go to bed first." An Rong tucked the quilt up, and said, "Don't worry about training."

As he was talking, Song Ran came over with the tablet, "Captain..."

As soon as Xu Xiaodi was about to speak, he met An Rong's eyes and looked at her solemnly.

An Rong got up and said to Song Ran, "She is not well, is there anything wrong?"

Xu Xiaodi was lying on the bed, his head was filled with the look in An Rong's eyes, as if he was scratched by a feather in his heart, and he didn't say a word.

Song Ran was stunned for a moment.

An Rong turned his head and whispered to Xu Xiaodi, "Go to sleep, I'll be back in a while."

Song Ran suddenly remembered, looked at Xu Xiaodi on the bed, and said to An Rong, "I can't learn a few movements. What's wrong with the captain? Is he sick?"

An Rong did not answer her subsequent question, took Song Ran out, closed the door again, and whispered, "I can do some of your dances. You go to the dance studio and wait for me. I'll go in a while."

Song Ran was stunned, and said, "No, tomorrow will do."

An Rong glanced over, "It won't work tomorrow, she is sick, you go and wait for me for a while."

Song Ran was stopped by her, and stayed for a few seconds, without realizing that she nodded slowly.

An Rong ran quickly to the infirmary.

This is only planned by TS for this selection. The doctors in the infirmary do not usually live here, and commute to and from get off work every day, but it is already nine o'clock in the evening.

An Rong prayed that there would be a doctor on duty, but when she rushed to the door of the infirmary, she found that the door had been locked, the lights in the room had been turned off, and her anxious face was reflected on the glass door.

An Rong didn't stop for a moment, and rushed to press the elevator again, hoping that he was lucky enough to find someone downstairs.

The elevator rang. She was about to go in, and the people in the elevator were about to come out, and they almost ran into each other.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." An Rong helped the elevator door, twisting his body backward.

"It's getting late, where are you going?"

An Rong looked up and saw the speaker, his eyes lit up instantly.

She took two steps back, speaking quickly and clearly: "Mr. Chen, the infirmary door is locked, do you know the number of the doctor on duty?"

Chen Xin frowned and said, "The doctor just got down..."

An Rong snapped on the elevator door that was about to close, stepped in, and said to Chen Xin, who was startled, "Thank you, please call her back. Xu Xiaodi is sick."

Chen Xin responded and wanted to ask more, but the elevator door closed.

An Rong was afraid that the other party didn't answer the call, or the doctor's cell phone was out of power, what if he would shut down in case of arrears? Even if it was a possibility, An Rong didn't want to have it. He was going to test the performance in five days. This was a big deal.

An Rong stared at the number of the floor in front of him, and jumped to 1. The elevator door only opened a gap, she got out, and the wind passed by. She ran fast, wearing a uniform, and the security thought it was upstairs. What happened to the students in the training? It looks like they are going to escape!

Closed training drives people crazy?

An Rong ran in front, and the security chased after him.

After going out the door, someone just hung up and walked in.

An Rong remembered her. On the first day after her rebirth, she went to the infirmary to fill out the form, and this person was sitting inside.

"Doctor." An Rong halted abruptly and stopped beside her, "I asked Teacher Chen to make a call."

The doctor on duty looked her up and down, and said as he walked, "You look healthy."

An Rong followed her, "It's not me, it's me... my roommate, she has a cold, stuffy nose, runny nose, sleepy, and seems to have some inflammation in her throat, which should last for a day."

The security guard running from behind:? ? ? It's a little different from what you imagined.

The doctor turned his head to look at her, "Why don't you go to the infirmary earlier to get the medicine?"

An Rong pursed his lips, lowered his head reproachfully, and said seriously and firmly: "It won't be anymore."

She was negligent, and she felt that something was wrong tomorrow morning, and was confused and confused by Xu Xiaodi's interruptions.

The doctor looked at the girl next to her questioningly. She was just a professional habit, and asked casually, not to blame. How did it seem that the sick person was her?

Isn't it a roommate?

New socialist roommate? The relationship is good enough to empathize?

After getting on the elevator, An Rong thought and thought. After hesitating for a long time, she was almost there. She coughed and whispered: "Can I ask you something?"

The doctor raised his eyebrows, slightly curious, "you said."

An Rong licked his lips, "Well... when the medicine is prescribed later, can you try not to be so bitter?"

The doctor smiled speechlessly. It turned out to be a child who was afraid of hardship taking medicine.

"Good medicine is bitter."

An Rong nodded, very obedient, "Yes, yes, but a little sweeter would be better, like what kind of granules, the patient's mood will also affect the efficacy of the medicine?"

The doctor turned his head and looked at An Rong in surprise. He said that she was a roommate. In essence, she and the patient should be in a competitive relationship. After all, there were only five of the twenty people in total. It is already harmonious and friendly to be able to help call the doctor. Do you even care about the minutiae like taste?

New socialist roommates are so enlightened?

The doctor was noncommittal, "Your relationship is pretty good."

An Rong heard her unfinished meaning, but only pretended not to understand, nodded and said, "She takes care of me very much."

So, she is sick and I should take care of her.

It's that simple.