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Heng said, “Alright, then you can take care of Captain while you stay at the base, wait for us to bring back some food for you.”

Ji Zhiyao nodded. “Okay.”

The rest left after they had finished putting on their jackets. Ji Zhiyao and Mo Huaifeng were the only two people left in the training room. Ji Zhiyao asked, “You’re really not feeling well?”

Mo Huaifeng nodded. “I have a slight headache, I might be getting a cold.”

“Go sit on the sofa in the living room, I’ll get you a glass of water.” Ji Zhiyao said, “Why not take some cold medicine first?”

Mo Huaifeng frowned deeply, resistance written all over his face. “No need, just give me a glass of water.”

Ji Zhiyao was helpless.

The team dictator who feared nothing and no one was afraid of taking medicine. If he shared this tidbit of information, nobody would believe it.

He went to the dining room, poured a glass of warm water then walked through the training room to the living room and found that Mo Huaifeng was already lying on the sofa, his 1.86m build miserably hunched up.

Ji Zhiyao reached out and patted his shoulder twice. “Get up and drink some water first.”

When the both of them were alone, whatever requests Ji Zhiyao raised, Mo Huaifeng usually would not turn down, and this time was not an exception. Though he was not feeling well and did not want to move, he still propped himself on his arm and sat up, frowning, reluctantly finishing the whole glass of water.

After drinking, Mo Huaifeng wanted to lie down once more, but was stopped by Ji Zhiyao’s arm. “Go upstairs and nap for a while.”

Mo Huaifeng stretched out his arm. “Carry me upstairs, I feel so tired.”

He really wasn’t sure if his small body would be able to carry the 1.86m Mo Huaifeng, he looked over and found that Mo Huaifeng’s complexion was becoming progressively worse. Hence he stretched his muscles and joints, preparing to bend his back for him… The only unexpected thing was, just as Ji Zhiyao reached out, wanting to place Mo Huaifeng’s arm on his shoulder, he dodged away unyieldingly.

Ji Zhiyao looked with a questioning expression towards Mo Huaifeng, Mo Huaifeng curved his lips, saying, “Even I can’t carry me, not to mention you.”

“… Though I know you meant well for me, but it doesn’t sound very right.”

Mo Huaifeng headed upstairs, Ji Zhiyao swiftly ran into the dining room for another glass of water, then frantically followed behind to go upstairs, like a little eunuch serving the emperor.

Seeing Mo Huaifeng lie down, frowning, Ji Zhiyao put the glass down and raised the temperature of the air-conditioning in the room.

After all that, he used his palm to try the temperature of Mo Huaifeng’s forehead, it was a little hot. Hence he urged, “You must take medicine, at least a pill for your fever. Where is the base’s medical kit?”

“There’s no medical kit.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“The medical kit was bought by Yuan Wei the year before last when the team was formed, the medicine in it has probably long expired. The only box of cold medicine that the base has is the one Xiaofei brought from home after the previous vacation.”

What a bunch of idiots they were, not even owning a medical kit that was a daily necessity! He had thought that he was careless enough, but did not expect that they would be worse.

Ji Zhiyao felt resigned and said, “I’ll go out to buy some medicine. Anything you feel like having? I’ll bring it back.”

“Spicy crayfish.”

“Spicy crayfish my ass. Have you seen anyone sick with a cold badgering to have spicy crayfish? It’s so greasy, will you turn immortal after eating it or will those crayfish effectively cure you?”

Mo Huaifeng kept silent for a while, then said slowly, “You were the one who asked me what I wanted to eat.”

“You’re not allowed to think about that.”

“Forget it, you shall have porridge.” Ji Zhiyao made the final decision directly, without Mo Huaifeng’s consent. “I’ll go find if there are any places that sell porridge, if there really aren’t any, I’ll come back and cook some for you.”

Mo Huaifeng was so pissed that he coughed twice and urged impatiently, “Go quickly.”

Ji Zhiyao felt very aggrieved, but he could not make a fuss with a sick person. Hence he sighed sadly, tucked in the covers for Mo Huaifeng, returned to his room to grab his wallet and a thin jacket, went downstairs, put on his shoes and headed out.

It was already a starlight filled sky outside, the temperature was slightly lower than in the day. Ji Zhiyao pulled on his jacket and looked for the pharmacy according to the directions given by the navigation tool.

Having came to Mix battleteam for more than half a year, this was still Ji Zhiyao’s first time going out to buy medicine. The base was located in the suburbs, though the surroundings were very quiet, it was a 20 minute walk to the nearest pharmacy. Ji Zhiyao was worried that Mo Huaifeng would burn up in this during time where he hadn’t taken fever medicine and he walked so quickly that he was about to be flying. By the time he reached the pharmacy, there was already perspiration on his forehead.

He removed his jacket while saying to the pharmacist, “Please get me a forehead thermometer, a box of fever medicine, two boxes of cold medicine and anti-inflammatory cough tablets, I want the more effective ones. Thank you.”

The pharmacist worked very quickly, gathering all the medicine in a few minutes and bagged them. Ji Zhiyao paid, said thanks and left the pharmacy.

There was some small shops selling food opposite the pharmacy, the shops weren’t very big, neither did they look very hygienic. Mo Huaifeng was currently ill, his immune system would be weak too, Ji Zhiyao didn’t feel too assured letting him eat these.

Ji Zhiyao took a look at both the left and right sides and found that there weren’t any suitable places nearby. He glanced at his watch and decided to return to the base first.

When he arrived back at the base, it had been a full 40 minutes since he left. Ji Zhiyao threw down his jacket and hastily rushed upstairs. In the room, Mo Huaifeng was sleeping wearily, there were even two patches of unnatural flushes on his face.

Ji Zhiyao untied the bag, brought out the thermometer and placed it on Mo Huaifeng’s forehead for a moment. 37.8 °C, not too high. He sighed in relief, then opened the box of fever medicine and woke Mo Huaifeng up. “Captain, time to take medicine.”

Mo Huaifeng didn’t open his eyes, only grunting out a sound of doubt from his throat, just from the sound, one could already tell how annoyed he was. Yet Ji Zhiyao could only persist in waking him up, then handed the water and fever medicine over.

Mo Huaifeng finished taking the medicine drowsily and seemed to be slightly more awake as he said in a low, hoarse voice, “You’re back.”

“Mm.” Ji Zhiyao put the glass down, and rolled his sleeves up while saying, “You can sleep for a while more. I’ll go downstairs to cook some porridge, I’ll wake you in a bit to eat.”

Mo Huaifeng responded with a grunt, being so drowsy that he couldn’t even speak.

Ji Zhiyao did some simple tidying of the messy table, then went downstairs.

All the ingredients in the kitchen were bought by auntie yesterday, and were slightly fresher. Though Ji Zhiyao didn’t really know how to cook, he was still able to make a simple meal of porridge and some side dishes.

He filled water to wash some rice, then plugged in the electric rice cooker and started to wash and cut vegetables.

After making a dish of stir-fried celery and a plate of broccoli, Ji Zhiyao shed his apron, the porridge was done too. He ladled out a bowl of porridge and placed some of each of the dishes onto an empty plate.

He carried the things and was preparing to head upstairs when he vaguely heard the sound of a door opening.

Turning around, he found K standing at the entrance of the dining room, holding a plastic bag, seeing the dishes in his hands, his grinning face turned blank. “NoHomo, what are you doing?”

“Captain is running a fever. I made some food for him.”

Evidently, “Captain is running a fever” was more attention-getting than “NoHomo can cook”, K was instantly restless on his feet. “We only went out for two plus hours, how did Captain just fall ill?”

“With Captain’s constitution, he probably doesn’t fall ill in several hundred years, but has a hard time the moment he does. I’ll go upstairs to give the food to Captain first.”

“Sure, go ahead. We brought some food back, remember to eat when you come downstairs later.”

“Okay.” With that, Ji Zhiyao headed upstairs.

It was still very quiet upstairs, Ji Zhiyao pushed open the door that had been left ajar.

It seemed like Mo Huaifeng did not fall asleep, upon hearing sounds, he opened his eyes. He sat up by himself before Ji Zhiyao was about to help him up, glancing apprehensively at the glossy and green plate of vegetables. “What is this?”

“Stir-fried celery and broccoli.”

“I’m not eating it, take it away.”

Ji Zhiyao was stunned and asked tentatively, “I tried a bite, it doesn’t taste bad, why don’t you try it?”

Mo Huaifeng sunk into silence.

It could be seen that he was making a difficult choice between “to eat or not to eat”… After hesitating for a very long time, he took the chopsticks, observed for a bit and picked up the thinnest piece of celery in the plate.

Then he chewed twice with a frown and swallowed with difficulty, then said against his will, “It’s good.”

“Then finish everything.”

So why did he have to find trouble for himself?

Because he knew that the food were all made by Ji Zhiyao, Mo Huaifeng held back the urge of wanting to throw down his chopsticks, the corner of his forehead felt slightly achy.

He had never had such a strong desire, of wanting to quickly recover from a cold.

Ji Zhiyao watched as he silently finished eating all the porridge and vegetables, then pushed away the empty tray, evidently relieved, and was tempted to laugh as he assured, “If your fever goes down today, you won’t have to eat these tomorrow.”

While saying that, he picked up the thermometer and placed it against Mo Huaifeng’s forehead for a measurement.

37.4 °C, his temperature was gradually falling.

“Captain, are you still in good health?” The door was pushed open from the outside, Nuo entered with his head popped in and looking about. Seeing the thermometer in Ji Zhiyao’s hand, he moved forward and asked, “NoHomo, is Captain still running a fever?”

“Low fever, nothing much.”

Nuo heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s great.” His line of sight moved towards the empty bowl and plate on the table, and clicked his tongue in his surprise. “NoHomo, you even know how to cook. Doesn’t this mean that you can make our supper everyday from now on?”

Only half of Ji Zhiyao’s “sure” was vocalized, when he heard Mo Huaifeng say lightly, “No.”

Nuo looked towards him.

“I don’t want to eat grass everyday.”

“Oh.”

Ji Zhiyao shrugged with an innocent expression. “I’m an internet-addicted youth, that I am able to do all these is not bad, right?”

Nuo chimed in, “Captain is just difficult to please.”

“Agreed.”

Mo Huaifeng was confused.

How exactly was he difficult to please?

Mo Huaifeng could not restrain himself as he looked towards Ji Zhiyao, wanting to defend himself. Yet Ji Zhiyao only gave him a mischievous smile, then turned and ran away.

Mo Huaifeng was so angered that he coughed continuously, Nuo who was at the side quickly poured him a glass of water, serving it in humble reverence. “Captain, cool down, cool down, anyway you can’t do anything to us now.”

Hence in the afternoon the next day.

Ji Zhiyao went downstairs, drowsy with sleep and found that Mo Huaifeng was already seated in the training, not in the least bit looking like he had been ill yesterday.

Ji Zhiyao walked over and pulled out a chair. “Has your fever gone down? Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

“All good.”

Ji Zhiyao carefully observed his complexion and realized that he wasn’t lying, he did look much better, looks like he was almost fully recovered. Hence he was relieved and asked, “Don’t we have a training tournament at 6pm today? Yesterday you were sick and didn’t read the information, now they’re still not awake, no need to wake them?”

“No hurry, let me ask you a question first.”

“What’s up?”

“Am I very difficult to please?”

He looked towards Mo Huaifeng’s pretty eyes and shook his head with a very strong desire to live on as he said sincerely, “I was joking with Nuo yesterday, you’re very easy to take care of, really.”

Mo Huaifeng surveyed Ji Zhiyao’s expression, genuine and earnest. He didn’t look like he was lying in any way. Hence he nodded very satisfactorily, then leaned in, his lips brushed the side of Ji Zhiyao’s. “Go get them downstairs, I’ll order takeaway.”

Ji Zhiyao replied with an “okay” absentmindedly and floated up the stairs.

Turning back the corner, he came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to feel where he had just been touched.

Captain kissed him just now!

Ji Zhiyao squatted alone in the corner giggling. When he had enough, he lifted his head and found that K was standing right opposite him, looking at him with question marks all over his face.

Sh*t, it felt like a disaster was imminent.

However, having spent a lot of time with Mo Huaifeng, Ji Zhiyao admitted that he was more thick-skinned than anybody else. He coughed twice, as if nothing had happened. “You’re up? We have a training tournament at 6PM today, Captain was looking for you.”

At the mention of training tournament and Captain, K instantly became well-behaved. “I’d almost forgotten about that.”

“Sure, I’ll go wake them up.”

Ji Zhiyao peacefully rounded past K, at the same time, was completely unaware of the questioning gaze behind him as he pushed opened the doors of the rest one by one.

Ten minutes later, the four people who were sleeping were all dragged up.

Ji Zhiyao completed his mission and went downstairs ahead of them. The four people following behind him were like walking corpses, their gazes blank. When they neared the entrance, they successfully frightened the stats analyzer and Yuan Wei so much that they took a few steps back at the same time. Yuan Wei said with a blue face, “What are you guys doing? In bright daylight, cosplaying the Dead Rising?”

Heng turned to him, “You try kissing a girl with D cups in your dreams and suddenly Temptation of a Man plays beside your ear? All that “lady”, “aha”, I almost died.”

Yuan Wei looked at them with complicated feelings. “That’s pretty pitiful.”

Heng instantly looked towards Ji Zhiyao with look of condemn.

Ji Zhiyao dashed into the training room, hiding behind Mo Huaifeng as he pushed the blame in a frenzy. “Captain told me to wake you guys, look for him if you want revenge.”

Everyone instantly shriveled.

Mo Huaifeng did not join them, only speaking to the stats analyzer, “Old Ning, where is the info on Miao Pai?”

“They’ve been formed for less than a year, there are only records of friendly matches, they have yet to play in any official tournaments. No concrete information, the team with the exception of the jungler, the rest are almost complete newbies. You guys know their jungler too, Cabbage.”

Hence Mo Huaifeng, Heng, K and Nuo, all their expressions turned dark in a second.

Hearing the word “jungler”, Ji Zhiyao perked up his ears. But seeing this scene, he stayed quiet and turned his head to exchange eye contact with Xiao.

Who is Cabbage?

Xiao shook his head, indicating that he did not know either.