I don't care about dating reality shows or the entertainment industry!

Su Youzi ate the food on her plate with elegance, completely ignoring Huo Jia's unpredictable expression.

Duan Xingye put down his knife and fork and observed Su Youzi discreetly.

She still had that innocent expression, as if nothing had just happened.

Ah...

It has to be said, her acting skills are truly superb.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the production team tallied up the game scores for the afternoon.

Su Youzi earned a total of 50 points, which she redeemed for an additional 50 yuan.

Duan Xingye received 200 yuan, while Zhu Jiuchuan, Jiang Mu, and Huo Jia each received 350 yuan.

Xia Jingchu and Li Bingcheng each received 100 yuan.

Zhao Yunlan and Lu Jiayi became the biggest winners, each receiving 400 yuan.

Liu Tang received 0 points and no extra funding.

"I'm so unlucky!" Liu Tang frowned, looking unhappy.

"Hahaha, you actually got 0 points!" Li Bingcheng completely forgot that he had dragged her down in the first game and looked on with schadenfreude.

Liu Tang looked at him with a fake smile.

He chuckled coldly a few times.

He countered, "Yeah, why did I get 0 points? I was in the lead the whole time in the first game."

"Holy crap! My first game is with my partner?"

Li Bingcheng slapped his forehead, finally remembering that the first game was with Liu Tang.

He scratched his head awkwardly, trying to brush it off: "Ahaha, well, it was an accident, an accident."

Liu Tang gave a forced, insincere smile.

The live broadcast ends.

Su Youzi returned to her bedroom, completely dejected.

With the last of her strength, she took off her high heels, without changing her dress or removing her makeup, and buried herself in the covers.

She tried to reason with her throbbing head.

Just lie down for ten minutes...

The clock ticked.

a little...

1:15...

Duan Xingye stared absently at his phone.

He looked up at the restaurant entrance, repeating this action countless times throughout the night.

Duan Xingye irritably threw his phone on the table.

"Aren't you going to make some midnight snacks?" he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding with anxiety, as if being scratched by a cat's claws.

He strode towards Su Youzi's room.

Go to the door.

He hesitated for a second, but finally raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Su Youzi, are you asleep?"

No response.

The knocking continued for a minute, gradually increasing in force.

Could something really have happened?

He disregarded everything else and immediately turned the doorknob.

The door is unlocked.

He pushed open the door and entered; the room was brightly lit.

Su Youzi huddled under the covers, only half of her pale face showing, her brows furrowed and her breathing rapid.

Duan Xingye's heart tightened, and he rushed to the bedside, reaching out to feel her forehead.

"hiss..."

Hot!

I have a fever!!

"Su Youzi, wake up!" He pushed her shoulder hard.

Su Youzi opened her eyes groggily, her vision blurred, and she could only see a tall figure standing by the bed.

"Duan...Duan Xingye?" Her voice was hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone.

"I'll lie down for a little while longer, I'll make you a midnight snack right away, don't rush me..."

Duan Xingye said irritably, "Do you think I'm such a cold-blooded person?"

Su Youzi slowly closed her eyes and said uncomfortably, "I...I feel so dizzy...cough cough cough"

Duan Xingye frowned.

He turned around to pour her a glass of water and helped her sit up. "Drink some water first."

Su Youzi drank a few sips in a daze and felt a little better.

Duan Xingye felt a pang of heartache seeing her so weak.

He reached out and touched her forehead; it was still very hot.

"Wait here, I'll go get you a thermometer."

He turned and left the room, his steps hurried.

Duan Xingye grabbed a thermometer and rushed back to his room, his voice urgent: "Let me take your temperature first."

drop--

He looked at the numbers on the thermometer, his brows furrowing even more.

38 degrees 6!

"No, we have to go to the hospital!" Duan Xingye said, reaching out to help Su Youzi, who was lying on the bed.

Su Youzi's face was pale, and she shook her head weakly, her voice feeble:

"It's okay, I'm probably just too tired. I'll feel better after a good night's sleep. I've had this happen to me before..."

"The past is the past, the present is the present!" Duan Xingye interrupted her, his tone firm. "Listen to me, I'll take you to the hospital."

Su Youzi grabbed his hand, her voice weak but with a hint of stubbornness: "I'm really fine. Going to the hospital is too much trouble. I'll just take some fever reducer."

"What trouble? If you're sick, you have to see a doctor." Duan Xingye was a little angry.

This person doesn't know how to take care of themselves at all!

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital!" Su Youzi said stubbornly.

Duan Xingye couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had no choice but to call the family doctor.

After understanding the symptoms, the family doctor suggested giving fever-reducing medication first and observing the patient overnight.

Duan Xingye found the fever reducer in the medicine box.

He remembered that he couldn't take the medicine on an empty stomach, so he quickly dialed his mother's number.

On the other end of the phone, Charlene's voice still sounded a little sleepy:

"Hey kid, why are you calling in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"Mom, I have something urgent to attend to. Could you tell me how to cook porridge? I need something very light, suitable for a patient." Duan Xingye tried to keep his tone calm.

Upon hearing this, Charlene's sleepiness vanished by half, and her tone became tense.

"Cooking porridge? Are you sick?"

"No... I just want to drink porridge," Duan Xingye said vaguely.

Charlene chuckled, her gossip-loving spirit burning brightly.

"Drinking porridge in the middle of the night? You've never had a late-night snack before. Besides, you've never been in a kitchen before, and now you want to learn how to cook porridge?"

"Mom! Stop asking so many questions, just tell me how to cook porridge." Duan Xingye was speechless. What kind of time is this to be gossiping?

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, I'll tell you." Seeing that her son was really anxious, Xia Lin stopped asking questions.

As Duan Xingye listened to Xia Lin's explanation, he silently made notes in his mind.

He hung up the phone and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

After rinsing the rice, Duan Xingye poured it into the rice cooker, pressed the porridge button, and returned to Su Youzi's bedroom.

He gently placed his hand on Su Youzi's forehead.

Su Youzi's eyelids were so heavy she couldn't lift them.

In her dazed state, she felt someone touching her forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell?" a deep voice asked in her ear.

"It's alright..." Su Youzi's voice was barely audible.

Duan Xingye withdrew his hand and applied a fever-reducing patch to her.

Su Youzi struggled to open her eyes and sit up.

"I haven't removed my makeup yet..."

Duan Xingye held her shoulders to prevent her from moving.

"Don't bother removing your makeup, just lie down and don't move!"

"No, I wore heavy makeup today. My skin will break out if I sleep with it on..."

Su Youzi insisted that she would absolutely not allow herself to sleep with makeup on.

Duan Xingye really couldn't do anything with her. This woman was delirious from the fever, yet she still cared about these things.

"What time is it? Who cares about removing makeup now!"

Su Youzi was as stubborn as a little calf; even though she was delirious with fever, she still remembered to remove her makeup.

"No, I absolutely have to remove my makeup..."