The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 71 - : 071: Come on, feel it (first update)

Chapter 71: 071: Come on, feel it (first update)

Vice Director Zhao shivered, “She, she has a high fever.” The rest was unknown.

Jiang Zhi didn’t ask further, “Filming stops for today.”

As the big snow approached, the air seemed even colder.

Vice Director Zhao hunched his neck, “Bu-but—”

Jiang Zhi didn’t wait for him to finish speaking, he turned and walked away, “Ah Wan, go start the car.”

“Oh.”

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Everyone was left there, as the director just left, from the producer coordinator to the lead actors, not one dared to stop Jiang Zhi.

Vice Director Zhao scratched his head, sighing.

Another loss of several million, so annoying!

Fifteen minutes later, Ah Wan had the car on the driveway, driving faster than ever before.

Jiang Zhi, sitting in the back seat, kept dialing numbers in silence, his handsome face as cold as the long-accumulated snow outside, because he couldn’t get through.

Ah Wan felt the atmosphere was somewhat suffocating and thought he should say something to ease the tension. What should he say?

Of course, he’d talk about the employer’s favorite.

“Miss Zhou gave the address to the crew group chat, but it was fake,” Ah Wan said casually, as if making small talk.

Jiang Zhi kept dialing, not giving any response.

Ah Wan cleared his throat, less awkwardly continuing the conversation he started himself, “But no worries, last time we investigated Miss Zhou’s address.”

Getting carried away, Ah Wan exclaimed, “Miss Zhou is so poor, she’s renting a house! Plus, there’s no one else in that building, the landlord immigrated abroad, and Miss Zhou lives there all quiet by herself.” Ah Wan found the landlord quite a character, owning a building and renting out just one apartment.

Of course, what Ah Wan didn’t know was that the ‘landlord’ was fake, and the whole building belonged to Zhou Xufang.

Ah Wan was still immersed in pity for the ‘film-covered’ Miss Zhou, so poor, and couldn’t help feeling heartache, “Boss, I think Miss Zhou is in such poverty, won’t you gift her an apartment?”

After such ‘heartfelt’ words, Jiang Zhi finally lifted his eyelids.

“Can you shut your mouth?”

An embarrassed Ah Wan: “…”

Alright, he shut up.

Jiang Zhi kept calling Zhou Xu’s phone, over and over, but she wouldn’t answer.

He was so anxious he felt like hitting someone.

At this point, Zhou Xu was at home trying to sleep but seemed to be suffering from insomnia; she just couldn’t sleep. She got up and measured her temperature with a special material thermometer, 28 degrees.

She sighed in relief, crawled out of bed, ordered some takeout, and turned on her computer.

“You there?”

SpongeBob popped up on the screen.

Shuangjiang typed back, “Here.”

Zhou Xu asked her, “Any clue about that car hanging ornament?”

The computer had voice-to-text software installed, Zhou Xu didn’t have to type, her hands freed, she started to unwrap and eat the two packs of cotton candy she’d picked up from Jiang Zhi.

Maybe it was the fever, but she was very hungry and thirsty. She grabbed two cans of milk.

Shuangjiang seemed more accustomed to typing, “It’s a Peace Talisman from Lingdu Temple in Imperial City. Many people go there to pray; there’s a registration list, but it’s too long to investigate.”

“Send me the list.”

“Okay.” Suddenly, SpongeBob on the computer screen changed to Zhou Xu’s face, Shuangjiang asked, “Ah Fang, are you sweating?”

Zhou Xu found the camera on her computer, looked closely, and sure enough, her forehead hair was soaked.

She nodded yes and grabbed a couple of tissues to wipe the sweat.

“It’s my first time seeing you sweat so much.” After all, her body temperature was so low, and it was freezing outside.

“I fell ill today.” Zhou Xu touched her face, not so hot anymore, but she was still thirsty, so she took another sip of milk, “It’s also my first time having a fever.”

Shuangjiang was aware of her physical condition and was worried, “Did you take any medicine?”

“I did.”

But Zhou Xu wasn’t sure if it was the medicine that worked or if she had recovered on her own. She had a strong recuperative ability, very strong.

“You’re not afraid of the cold, how did you suddenly fall ill?”

Zhou Xu thought about what she did that day, then shook her head blankly, “I don’t know.”

Was there anything else she shouldn’t be exposed to besides Penicillin?

She couldn’t figure it out.

Shuangjiang was concerned for her, “Do you want to check into a private hospital?”

Zhou Xu just sat there, suddenly unresponsive.

“Ah Fang.”

She still didn’t move, her gaze fixed somewhere.

Shuangjiang stopped typing and switched to synthetic voice, calling her, “Ah Fang, what’s wrong?”

Zhou Xu’s eyelashes trembled. She moved and said, “I heard Jiang Zhi’s voice.” She froze again, listening intently, “He’s coughing.”

She could tell it was Jiang Zhi by the coughing sounds?

“How could Jiang Zhi be here, you must have heard wrong—”

But in front of the computer, Zhou Xu’s figure was no longer there; in a teleportation, she was gone.

Shuangjiang was a bit worried, feeling like Zhou Xu’s soul had been hooked away.

At the front of Building Seventeen in Yuquan Bay, Ah Wan was sticking to a door at the staircase entrance, straining his ears, but no, he heard nothing.

Ah Wan was puzzled, muttering, “This is the building, right? Why is the door locked?”

Jiang Zhi left in such a hurry, thinly dressed, the wind was strong, ruffling his blue, foggy short hair into a mess. He coughed while pushing Ah Wan away from the door with his foot.

“Cough cough cough… move away.”

Ah Wan moved to the side.

Jiang Zhi raised his hand to knock on the door—

Click.

The door suddenly opened on its own, and then Jiang Zhi saw the face he’d been longing for.

Zhou Xu wore a hoodie covered by a down coat reaching her ankles, with the Zipper undone. She didn’t wear a hat, her hair just long enough to reach her shoulders, messy and fluffy from sleep, her face very pale but her eyes very dark. She was looking at Jiang Zhi with eyes bright like stars in the desert.

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“Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi was still stunned.

She leaned against the door frame, looking up at him, “Why are you here?”

Jiang Zhi’s gaze rested on the pink rabbit-eared slippers beneath her feet for a few seconds, then back to her. Without explaining why he was there, he reached out and placed his hand on her forehead.

Zhou Xu was taken aback.

Jiang Zhi switched from the palm to the back of his hand, again touching her forehead, “Why are you so cold?” Wasn’t it a fever?