Ah Heng: "Okay, then take care of the captain at the base and bring you something to eat when we come back."
Ji Zhiyao nodded, "Okay."
The others put on their coats and left, leaving only Ji Zhiyao and Mo Huaifeng in the training room. Ji Zhiyao asked: "Are you really uncomfortable?"
Mo Huaifeng said "hmm", "My head hurts a bit, I might be catching a cold."
"You go to the sofa in the living room to sit for a while, and I'll pour you a glass of water." Ji Zhiyao said, "Why don't you take some cold medicine first?"
Mo Huaifeng frowned deeply, with resistance written all over his face: "No, just give me a glass of water."
Ji Zhiyao is helpless.
The fearless Master Team Bully is actually afraid of taking medicine, no one will believe him if he tells it.
He went to the dining room, poured a glass of warm water, walked through the training room to the living room, and found that Mo Huaifeng was already lying on the sofa, 1.86 meters tall and curled up in a wronged ball.
Ji Zhiyao reached out and patted him on the shoulder twice, "Get up and drink water first."
When the two of them were alone, Mo Huaifeng would generally not refuse Ji Zhiyao's request, and this time was no exception. Although he was uncomfortable and unwilling to move, he still sat up with his arms propped up, frowning, and reluctantly drank the whole glass of water.
After drinking the water, Mo Huaifeng wanted to lie down again, but was blocked by Ji Zhiyao's arm, "Go upstairs and sleep for a while."
Mo Huaifeng stretched out his arms, "Put me on your back, I'm so tired."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
He really didn't know if his small body could carry the 1.86 meter Mo Huaifeng on his back. He looked over and found that Mo Huaifeng's face was getting worse and worse. So he stretched his muscles and bones, and was about to bend down for him... But what he didn't expect was that Ji Zhiyao just reached out to put Mo Huaifeng's arm on his shoulder, but he dodged it uncooperatively.
Ji Zhiyao looked at Mo Huaifeng in a daze, Mo Huaifeng bent his lips and said, "You're kidding, I can't even carry you on my back, let alone you."
Ji Zhiyao: "...Although I know you are doing it for my own good, it sounds a bit wrong."
Mo Huaifeng: "Tsk."
Mo Huaifeng went upstairs, Ji Zhiyao quickly ran to the dining room and poured another glass of water, and hurriedly followed upstairs, like a little eunuch accompanying the emperor.
Seeing Mo Huaifeng lying down with a frown, Ji Zhiyao put down the water glass and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room.
After doing all this, he tested the temperature of Mo Huaifeng's forehead with the palm of his hand, and it was a little hot. So I asked: "I can't do without medicine, at least take a fever-reducing medicine. —Where is the medicine box at the base?"
Mo Huaifeng: "There is no medicine box."
Ji Zhiyao: "Are you kidding me?"
Mo Huaifeng: "The medicine box was bought by Yuan Wei when the team was established the year before last, and the medicine in it must have expired long ago. The only box of cold medicine in the base was brought back from home by Xiao Fei during the last holiday."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
What a bunch of rough old men, there is no medicine box for daily necessities! Originally, he thought he was careless enough, but he didn't expect them to go too far.
Ji Zhiyao had no choice but to say, "I'm going out to buy some medicine. Do you have anything you want? I'll bring it back."
Mo Huaifeng: "Crayfish."
Ji Zhiyao: "Crayfish is a fart. Have you seen a patient with a cold arguing to eat crayfish? It's greasy, can you fly immortals or shrimp to cure your illness?"
"..." Mo Huaifeng was silent for a while, and then said slowly, "You asked me what I wanted to eat."
Ji Zhiyao: "Don't think about it."
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
"Forget it, let's have porridge." Ji Zhiyao made a decision without Mo Huaifeng's consent, "I'll look for a shop that sells porridge. If there isn't any, I'll cook some for you when I come back."
Mo Huaifeng was so angry that he coughed twice, and urged impatiently: "Go quickly."
Ji Zhiyao felt wronged, but he couldn't argue with the patient. So he sighed sadly, tucked in the quilt for Mo Huaifeng, went back to the room, took a wallet and a thin coat, went downstairs, put on his shoes and went out.
The sky outside is already full of stars, and the temperature is slightly lower than during the day. Ji Zhiyao put on his coat and followed the location given by the navigation to find a pharmacy.
He has been in the Mix team for more than half a year, and this is the first time Ji Zhiyao has gone out to buy medicine. The base is in the suburbs. Although the environment is very quiet, it takes 20 minutes to walk to the nearest pharmacy. Ji Zhiyao was worried that Mo Huaifeng would boil a kettle during the period when he could not take the antipyretics, and his steps were so fast that he almost flew up. When he arrived at the pharmacy, his forehead was covered with sweat.
He took off his coat and said to the doctor in the pharmacy, "Help me get a forehead thermometer, a box of anti-fever medicine, two boxes of cold medicine, and some anti-inflammatory and cough medicine. The curative effect should be better. Thank you."
The doctor acted very quickly, and within a few minutes the medicine was found and packaged. After paying the money, Ji Zhiyao thanked him and walked out of the pharmacy.
There are some small food shops opposite the pharmacy. The shops are not very big and don't look too hygienic. Mo Huaifeng is sick and his immunity is weak, Ji Zhiyao is not at ease letting him eat these.
Ji Zhiyao looked around and found that there was no suitable place nearby. He glanced at his watch and decided to go back to the base first.
When he returned to the base, it had been a full forty minutes since he left. Ji Zhiyao threw away his coat and rushed upstairs. In the room, Mo Huaifeng fell asleep drowsily, with two unnatural blushes on his face.
Ji Zhiyao untied the bag, took out the thermometer and pasted it on Mo Huaifeng's forehead, it was thirty-seven degrees, not too high. He breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the box of antipyretics, and woke Mo Huaifeng: "Captain, take the medicine."
Mo Huaifeng didn't open his eyes, he just hummed out doubts in his throat, and he could tell how impatient he was just by hearing the sound. However, Ji Zhiyao could only insist on waking him up, and handed him water and antipyretic medicine.
After taking the medicine in a daze, Mo Huaifeng seemed to wake up a little bit, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm back."
"Yeah." Ji Zhiyao put down his water glass, rolled up his sleeves and said, "You sleep a little longer, I'll go downstairs and make some porridge, and I'll ask you to eat it later."
Mo Huaifeng replied, too dazed to even speak.
Ji Zhiyao simply cleaned up the messy table, and then went downstairs.
The ingredients in the restaurant were bought by my aunt yesterday, and they are relatively fresh. Although Ji Zhiyao doesn't know how to cook, he can still make a simple porridge and a few side dishes.
He picked up some water and washed some rice, then plugged in the rice cooker and started washing and chopping vegetables.
Made a dish of sautéed celery and a plate of broccoli. Ji Zhiyao took off his apron, and the porridge was ready. He filled a bowl of porridge and put some of each of the two dishes into an empty plate.
He was carrying his things and was about to go upstairs when he vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.
Turning around, K stood at the door of the restaurant with a plastic bag, looked at the dishes in his hand, and turned into a demented smile with a smile on his face: "Wuji, what are you doing?"
Ji Zhiyao: "The captain has a fever, I made him something to eat."
Apparently "the captain has a fever" is more attention-grabbing than "Wuji knows how to cook", K immediately jumped up and down, "We've only been out for more than two hours, why did the captain fall ill?"
Ji Zhiyao: "The captain's physique, it is estimated that he will not get sick once in hundreds of years, and he will suffer when he gets sick. - I will go upstairs to deliver the captain's food first."
K: "Okay, you go. We brought back some food, remember to eat when you go downstairs later."
"Okay." After Ji Zhiyao finished speaking, he went upstairs.
It was still very quiet upstairs, Ji Zhiyao pushed open the half-closed door.
Mo Huaifeng didn't seem to be asleep. He heard the sound and opened his eyes. Before Ji Zhiyao was about to help him, he sat up and looked at the plate of green vegetables with disgust, "What is this?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Fried celery and broccoli."
Mo Huaifeng: "Don't eat, take it away."
Ji Zhiyao was stunned, and tentatively asked: "I tasted it once, it's not bad, why don't you try it?"
Mo Huaifeng fell silent.
It can be seen that he is making a difficult choice between "to eat or not to eat"... After hesitating for a long time, he took the chopsticks, observed for a while, and picked up the thinnest celery on the plate.
Then he frowned and chewed twice, swallowed it with difficulty, and said against his will: "It's delicious."
Ji Zhiyao: "Then finish eating."
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
So why would he trouble himself
Knowing that everything was made by Ji Zhiyao, Mo Huaifeng resisted the urge to throw away his chopsticks and skip eating, his forehead ached.
He has never had such a strong desire to get better from a cold as soon as possible.
Ji Zhiyao watched him eat all the porridge and vegetables in silence, and then pushed away the empty plate. He was obviously relieved, and wanted to laugh a little, and comforted him: "The fever is gone today, so I don't need to eat these tomorrow."
With that said, he picked up the thermometer and stuck it on Mo Huaifeng's forehead to "drip".
Thirty-seven degrees four, the temperature is gradually dropping.
"Captain, is our captain still alive?" The door was pushed open from the outside, and Danuo poked his head in. Seeing the thermometer in Ji Zhiyao's hand, he leaned forward and asked, "Wu Ji, does the captain still have a fever?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Low fever, nothing to do."
Danuo breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good." He looked at the empty plates and bowls on the table, and said in amazement: "Wuji, you can cook. After that, can't the daily supper be up to you?" to do it?"
Just as Ji Zhiyao said "yes", Mo Huaifeng said lightly, "No."
Danuo: "?"
Mo Huaifeng: "I don't want to eat grass every day."
Danuo: "Oh."
Ji Zhiyao spread his hands innocently, "I'm an Internet addict, so it's not bad if I can do these things, okay?"
Danuo: "The captain is hard to serve."
Ji Zhiyao: "Agreed."
Mo Huaifeng: "???"
Where is he so difficult to serve
Mo Huaifeng couldn't help looking at Ji Zhiyao, wanting to defend himself. However, Ji Zhiyao only gave him a naughty smile, then turned around and ran away.
Mo Huaifeng was so angry that he coughed, while Da Nuo hurriedly poured him a glass of water, and offered him respectfully: "Captain, calm down, anyway—you can't do anything to us now anyway."
…
So noon the next day.
Ji Zhiyao went downstairs sleepily, and found that Mo Huaifeng was already sitting in the training room, and he didn't look sick at all yesterday.
Ji Zhiyao walked over and pulled out the chair, "Is the fever gone? Is there any other discomfort?"
Mo Huaifeng: "It's all over."
Ji Zhiyao took a closer look at his face, and found that he was not lying, and indeed looked very good, as if he was almost healed. So he felt relieved and asked, "Didn't you make an appointment for the training match at 6 o'clock this afternoon? Last night you were sick and didn't read the materials. They haven't woken up yet, don't you need to call?"
Mo Huaifeng: "Don't worry, I'll ask you a question first."
Ji Zhiyao: "What's wrong?"
Mo Huaifeng: "Am I difficult to serve?"
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
He looked at Mo Huaifeng's beautiful pupils, shook his head with a strong desire to survive, and said sincerely: "Yesterday I was joking with Danuo, you are very easy to serve, really."
Mo Huaifeng studied Ji Zhiyao's expression, he was sincere, and it didn't look like a lie. So he nodded with great satisfaction, then leaned closer, and rubbed his lips against Ji Zhiyao's, "Go tell them to come down, I'll order takeaway."
Ji Zhiyao let out an "oh" in a trance, and floated up the stairs.
Turning the corner, he came back to his senses, and stretched out his fingers to touch the place that was rubbed just now.
?
! ! !
The captain just kissed him!
Ji Zhiyao squatted in the corner alone, hehehe. When he had laughed enough, he looked up and found that K was standing opposite, looking at him with question marks all over his face.
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Oops, the feeling that something is wrong.
However, after being with Mo Huaifeng for a long time, Ji Zhiyao thinks he has thicker skin than anyone else. He coughed twice as if nothing had happened, "Are you awake? I have an appointment for a training match at six o'clock this afternoon, and the captain is looking for you."
When mentioning the words training match and captain, K immediately behaved well: "I almost forgot if you didn't remind me, so I'll go down first."
Ji Zhiyao: "Okay, I'll call them."
Ji Zhiyao walked around K calmly, pretending not to notice the suspicious gaze behind him, and pushed open the bedroom doors of the others one by one—
Ten minutes later, the four people who were sleeping late were all kicked up.
Ji Zhiyao completed the task and went downstairs first. The four people following him seemed to be walking dead, their eyes blank. When he approached the door, he managed to scare the data analyst and Yuan Wei back a few steps. Yuan Wei said with a green face, "What are you doing? It's broad daylight, cosplay zombie siege?"
Ah Heng: "Try bobo in a dream with a girl with a bust D, and "The Temptation of Lang" suddenly sounds in your ears? 'Lady' and 'ahha', I almost died."
Yuan Wei looked at them with mixed emotions, "That's really miserable."
Ah Heng immediately looked at Ji Zhiyao condemningly.
Ji Zhiyao ran into the training room in a hurry, hid behind Mo Huaifeng and frantically threw the blame: "The captain asked me to call him, please find him for revenge."
Everyone withered immediately.
Mo Huaifeng didn't make trouble with them, but just said to the data analyst: "Old Ning, where is the information of Miaopai?"
Data Analyst: "They have just been established for less than a year, and they only have friendly matches, and haven't played an official match yet. I don't have any specific information. Except for the jungler position, the team is almost new. You know their jungler, Cabbage— "
As a result, the faces of Mo Huaifeng, Ah Heng, K, and Danuo instantly sank.
Hearing the word "jungle position", Ji Zhiyao pricked up his ears. Seeing this scene, he was silent, turned his head and exchanged glances with A Xiao.
Who is Cabbage
A Xiao shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.