Sleeping and Passerby Heroine

Shiyu was silent for a while, this, Qianyi, this kind of warm words, I have never heard him say it in this tone.

However, in that state last night, after seeing the girl.

She can give Qianyi something different, not a burden.

And so is the ethics monarch.

All his inspirations last night came from that girl.

"I... won't just admit defeat."

"what?"

"Last night, Mr. Ethics and classmates Zecun gave the outline the same suggestions as you. They all thought that it was necessary to add another route to the heroine——"

"Sorry, I haven't read the outline..."

"Even if you show it to you, you won't see it, this kind of text."

You are wrong, Shiyu, how many times I have read the birthday gift you gave me, do you know?

But Qianichi still didn't say a word, just smirked.

"Then, is it even finished?"

"It's okay. The next step is the specific line design and daily scenes. Work can be considered a lot easier."

Shi Yu relaxed and lay back, leaning back against the seat back.

"That's great, I can finally start creating new novels. The treatment given to you by the library this time is equivalent to that of a first-class author. You must seize this opportunity and write words that cater to readers."

"...The text that caters to the reader...yes."

She repeated Qian Yi's last words in a low voice, and then looked at Qian Yi with relief.

"Sure enough... you're Mushan Qianichi."

"Yeah, didn't you ever write about this guy? Why did you forget his character?"

"...I, last night, indeed forgot."

"what about now?"

"I finally remembered."

After a while, there was only the sound of the engine turning in the carriage, and a little rustling noise from the radio through the radio waves echoed.

"Is this feeling... enough?"

Qianyi stared at Shiyu, she was smiling, Qianyi thought, she must be laughing too.

"Ah, well, enough."

Shiyu's eyes were filled with warmth.

At this moment, the two people's thoughts were misplaced, Qian Yi felt that this state was finally over; Shi Yu thought that she finally recognized it again.

There will be no more confusion.

"That's good."

Qianichi yawned again.

"I'm a little sleepy."

"You're so bad... You're so young, but tired so easily. It's normal to stay up late? For creators."

"I don't want to be a creator! The kind of thing that takes the liver to fight!"

"For the dream of the past, there is no way."

Qian Yi's eyes were misty, his eyelids heavier, and he leaned toward the car door inadvertently.

"..."

I don't want to think about what will happen if I have been next to a guy with influenza and fever before, the weather has changed recently, and the fatigue is too much.

Chapter Thirty Seven

Qian Yi is sick.

It was exactly the same as Shiyu's illness a few days ago, with a fever of 39 degrees, he passed out after closing his eyes.

Shi Yu directly called the taxi driver to the hospital on the spot.

But near the hospital, Qian Yi woke up.

Refused to go to the hospital.

??????

When Shiyu took Qian Yi back home with only half his life left, the time was approaching evening after the medicine was given.

"When is the time, why are you still trying to do it? Did the child of Zecun suddenly wear your soul?"

Shi Yu held a glass of water and sat on the side of the shallow bed, her expression restored to her composure, she was used to expressing her dissatisfaction in this way without the panic in the taxi just now.

If it was a direct complaint or persuasion, she couldn't make it.

"... Ying Lili wouldn't do that, huh!"

Qianyi's chest was constantly rising and falling in the bed, and he felt weak even to say a word. Didn't it mean that the cough was a complication after healed? Why did he start to cough now?

This disease is really poisonous.

"Don't say a word and keep your breath warm."

Shiyu handed Qian Yi a glass of water, but Qian Yi, who was lying down and pressed by several quilts, had no strength to push away. He waved his hand, his face a little pale.

"No thanks."

I have already taken the anti-fever medicine just now, but my body is still very uncomfortable, my right brain is throbbing from time to time, my eyelids are still heavy, I want to sleep, but I can't sleep for a while.

"Thank you. Haven't you heard that thanks are a way of infection of germs? Just get well and don't pass the germs to me again."

"...Then you thanked me in your heart before?"