Ji Zeyu looked at him and said, "Take it, don't you want me to feed you all the time?"

Xiao Huai puffed out his cheeks and said pitifully, "I got an injection in my right hand, it hurts too much." After speaking, he looked at Ji Zeyu with aggrieved expression.

"...Okay." Ji Zeyu had no choice but to sit beside the bed and feed him a mouthful of pastries and milk.

After breakfast, Xiao Huai's complexion improved and his body felt more comfortable. He watched Ji Zeyu packing the snack bags aside, and raised the corners of his lips: "Thank you for being with me, I was most afraid of injections."

Xiao Huai is telling the truth. He has been afraid of pain since he was a child. In kindergarten, he had the idea of ​​dropping out of school because of vaccinations.

"Ah, isn't it?" Ji Zeyu looked at him in surprise, "I think you were quite brave just now."

When Xiao Huai was giving an injection just now, Ji Zeyu was standing by and watching. Xiao Huai didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he clenched his other hand tightly into a fist to resist the urge to cry.

"I've grown up." Xiao Huai touched his nose unnaturally, and suddenly lowered his eyes, his tone became a little low, "During this period of time, you were tired of teaching me to sing and dance? Now I still worry about you..."

Ji Zeyu shook his head and said softly, "I am the captain, and these are all my responsibilities."

"Actually, I don't like the stage very much." Xiao Huai hesitated for a while, then said slowly, "When I was a child, my parents taught me to learn various musical instruments and dances. I often went to various children's performances, and then one day, I Accidentally fell off the stage."

Ji Zeyu was stunned.

Xiao Huai's tone was understated, but he could hear a hint of vulnerability.

"Since then, as long as I rehearse dance with others, I will be nervous." Xiao Huai sighed slightly, "I came to participate in this show because I wanted to get rid of the shadows, but it doesn't seem to work."

After that, he looked up at Ji Zeyu and asked cautiously, "Do you think I'm too useless?"

"Yes." Ji Zeyu picked up a glass of water and handed it to him, "It's useless, since you're afraid, try to hide behind me on the stage, don't be scared to cry."

Hearing this, Xiao Huai said embarrassedly, "I won't cry." Then he raised his chin, stared at the water glass in Ji Zeyu's hand, and said coquettishly, "Feed me."

Although Ji Zeyu didn't say anything to comfort Xiao Huai, Xiao Huai's mood was much more relaxed, and the look in Ji Zeyu's eyes became a little more unconsciously dependent.

At this time, the two did not know that Xiao Huai's illness had quietly entered the hot search list.

Clicking on the hot search, you can see the photo of Xiao Huai accompanied by the staff to the hospital, wearing a mask, with haggard eyes, and Ji Zeyu following him.

As soon as this photo came out, Xiao Huai's fans were all in a frenzy. They went to the official Weibo account of "Star Trek" to criticize the program team and asked the staff why they didn't take good care of Xiao Huai.

Later, some people with intentions provoked and posted that Xiao Huai and Ji Zeyu were in the same group for the second round of performances. It may be because Ji Zeyu bullied Xiao Huai that Xiao Huai became ill.

Originally this was just malicious speculation, but a small number of angry fans believed it.

Because of the rating of the theme song, Xiao Huai's fans didn't like Ji Zeyu very much, and Xiao Huai's illness naturally caused some people's speculation and dissatisfaction.

"It's not the first time that Ji Zeyu has bullied people on the show. I think he would do such a thing."

"Ji Zeyu bullied Wei Yichen before, but now he's bullying Huai Huai."

"What's the use of getting stronger, I will never like this kind of person."

On the Internet, smears against Ji Zeyu spread in a small area, and Ji Zeyu's fans worked together to speak for him on major platforms, which prevented the rumors from fermenting.

Seven or eight hours later, Xiao Huai's condition improved, but his throat didn't improve for a while. The doctor suggested that he should be observed in the hospital for a while.

Xiao Huai said to Ji Zeyu very apologetically, "Captain, I'm sorry..."

"It's alright." Ji Zeyu clenched his fingers, then released them, and pulled out a smile, "I will find a way, we have overcome all the difficulties before, and this time it will be fine. I will go back and tell my teammates first. Sigh, you will rest in the hospital for a while."

Ji Zeyu left the ward alone and went to the underground parking lot, where the nanny car of the show team was waiting for him.

In the elevator, Ji Zeyu kept thinking about how to save the stage. What should do if Xiao Huai's voice doesn't get better...

In deep thought, he walked out the moment the elevator door opened, not noticing the figure in the corner.

Just a few steps away, three or four figures ran out from the corner. They appeared to be several younger female students, with obvious worries and anger on their faces.

A girl said loudly, "Where's Xiao Huai? What did you do to Xiao Huai?!"

Ji Zeyu was stunned for a while, and then he realized that these people were fans of Xiao Huai, and they seemed to be middle school students.

"He has a fever," Ji Zeyu paused and replied, "In the ward..."

"Did you bully him?" The girl in the lead glared at him.

Ji Zeyu was stunned for a moment, feeling a little depressed, but he still patiently said: "How could I bully him..."

"You must have bullied him!"

These girls are no more than fifteen years old. When they heard the news that Xiao Huai was bullied by Ji Zeyu, they lost their minds and wanted to avenge Xiao Huai.

Suddenly, a girl took out a few small stones from her pocket and hit Ji Zeyu in the face off guard.

Ji Zeyu's eyes suddenly widened.

Before he had time to hide, a tall figure rushed over from the side, one broad palm grabbed his arm and took him into his arms, the other hand quickly covered his head.

Ji Zeyu was stunned, as if he had lost the ability to think.

The wide palm covered the back of his head, and he could feel the heat of the other's palm and the crisp sound of the small stone hitting the back of the man's hand.