Have Fun

Si You sat on the sofa with a cup of freshly brewed ginger tea in his hands. Once it had cooled enough, he took a small sip and immediately narrowed his eyes in comfort.

[My husband made that, QAQ. I want some too.]

Si You could feel waves of cold washing over him. If his mental defenses had been any weaker, he would have been lying in bed by now.

An hour later, the doctor finally arrived after rushing through the storm. Several people surrounded him as they went upstairs. Jiang Yao was still running a fever and had already begun to lose consciousness. The doctor took her temperature first, then told everyone to leave.

The doctor had brought everything he needed and asked the production crew to prepare a long clothes rack to hang the IV bag from. Zhang Jianlin followed the staff upstairs, insisting on helping, looking especially anxious in front of the cameras.

"Let's see how she is after this bottle is done," the doctor said. "Going to the hospital won't work either. You have no idea what the road is like out there. For the last two hundred meters, I had to get out of the car and wade through."

The assistant director nodded repeatedly and arranged a room for the doctor to rest in temporarily.

The doctor left behind some medicine. Xue Boyu had also noticed that something was off with Si You and wanted to ask for some, but after he had only exchanged a few words with Song Yalin, Zhang Jianlin came in.

Having caught the gist of it, Zhang Jianlin said dismissively, "I just saw Si You chatting with Fei Chang. He seemed perfectly fine. It's such a heavy rainstorm, and it wasn't easy for the doctor to get here. There's only so much medicine, so we should prioritize Yaoyao."

Song Yalin added, "There's quite a bit. Yaoyao won't be able to finish it all."

Zhang Jianlin said blandly, "Then wait until Yaoyao gets better."

Song Yalin could not help rolling her eyes. Who was he putting on an act for? What had he been doing earlier? He'd clearly been hurt by all the online criticism and was taking it out on Si You now.

Xue Boyu's expression darkened. He had clearly thought of the same thing.

"Boyu." Jiang Tingxu called from the doorway.

"Jiang-ge!"

Zhang Jianlin turned around, suddenly feeling uneasy. He was not sure how much Jiang Tingxu had heard. Song Yalin and Xue Boyu were both longtime regulars on the show. Song Yalin was not that prominent, and Xue Boyu had a good temper, so Zhang Jianlin had some confidence when he put on the airs of a "family elder." But with Jiang Tingxu, Zhang Jianlin had never found a way to get close to him. They interacted like coworkers from different departments—distant and detached.

Zhang Jianlin was worried Jiang Tingxu would think he was bullying Si You, though that had indeed been his intention.

But Jiang Tingxu did not spare Zhang Jianlin even a glance, as if he were nothing but air.

Zhang Jianlin's face stiffened. Sometimes, being ignored hurt more than being despised.

"Tingxu..." The director immediately said upon seeing Jiang Tingxu, "There's someone outside who looks like an assistant. He says he's here to see you."

Jiang Tingxu nodded. "Yeah, he's here to deliver medicine. No need to let him in."

The director blinked. "Deliver medicine?"

"Yes. I was worried the doctor wouldn't make it in time, so I asked Zhao Linxiu for a favor."

The director choked up. Of course he knew the name Zhao Linxiu. He was the wealthy backer behind the investments that had promoted so many variety shows and artists over the years. Countless celebrities and companies struggled to ingratiate themselves with him, yet Jiang Tingxu had casually spoken his name as though it were nothing.

Zhao Linxiu had been Jiang Tingxu's closest friend for years. He had even been the first one to get Jiang Tingxu watching Si You's Horror Livestream. Delivering some medicine was nothing more than a small favor to Young Master Zhao.

Following Jiang Tingxu's instructions, the staff took the medicine. Once Zhao Linxiu's assistant saw that his task was complete, he turned and left, utterly unconcerned by the raging wind and rain.

Zhao Linxiu was a very... thorough person. Jiang Tingxu had said they lacked medicine, so he sent everything from cold and fever medicine to remedies for dry, itchy throats. Jiang Tingxu even found eye drops and menstrual heat patches in the medicine box.

Without changing expression, Jiang Tingxu handed the menstrual heat patches to Song Yalin. "You and Jiang Yao keep these."

[This thing... they're filming it too?]

[The commenter above, are you wearing underwear you haven't washed in three hundred years that needs censoring?]

[Hehe, Jiang Tingxu really has a lot of privileges. Didn't they say assistants weren't allowed to pass purchased items to guests?]

[Hey, hey, hey, are you blind? The doctor hired by the production crew couldn't get here for ages, and they were all panicking because they couldn't buy medicine. Our Best Actor is helping, okay?]

That was indeed why the production crew had not stopped it. If they had to complete tasks in exchange for medicine, this show would get cursed into oblivion.

Si You thought about how Jiang Tingxu had been holding his phone and chatting with someone earlier. So that was why.

Then he saw Jiang Tingxu pour a glass of water, take out two blister packs of medicine... and walk toward him.

Si You: "!"

"Hold out your hand." As Jiang Tingxu spoke, he pressed pills into Si You's palm. "Cough medicine, fever reducers, and heat-clearing detox medicine. Take these first."

[Isn't Si You fine?]

[Not really. There's barely any color in his lips.]

Jiang Tingxu placed the medicine box beneath the dining table in the living room for anyone who needed it. Zhang Jianlin stood on the second floor, his face burning for no reason.

Si You was in something of a daze. He grabbed the pills and swallowed them all at once, only to choke as expected. At that moment, he desperately wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor. Si You, Si You, can't you pull yourself together for once?!

Jiang Tingxu did not know whether to laugh or cry as he gently patted Si You's back. "Did you swallow it? Is a capsule stuck? If not, I'll go break off some steamed bun for you from the kitchen."

Si You waved his hands frantically, coughing a little too hard.

[Why does he look so adorably dumb?]

[Have to say, these two really look perfect standing together...]

[Enough, it's just a show. My Best Actor is kind, but Si You's fans shouldn't think about tying themselves to him.]

[Si You has fans? My ass!]

Everyone in the comments: "..." Fine, that made sense.

Xue Boyu's mouth twitched suspiciously. It was not because he was gloating; it was just that... they were really great together. But when he turned his head, he saw Song Yalin staring intently at Jiang Tingxu and Si You, clutching the menstrual heat patches as her slender waist swayed lightly.

Not long after taking the medicine, Si You could clearly feel his hearing becoming sharper. Since it was pouring outside and there was nothing to do, the guests returned to their rooms.

They probably would not be able to film anything else today.

Just as they reached the second floor, Jiang Tingxu asked, "Do you want to use a computer?"

Si You said, "...Wouldn't I be bothering you?"

"How would that be a bother?"

Si You licked his lips. "Yes!"

It was cold on rainy days. Si You's room was damp, and the internet was slow. Jiang Tingxu's room was completely different.

As soon as they entered, Jiang Tingxu took out an electric kettle to boil water and told Si You to make himself at home.

Si You turned on the computer and connected to the internet. His Weibo notification said he would be going live soon.

He muted himself first and posted a poll in the livestream. The games he included were all ones that viewers had been requesting heavily. Then he wanted to see whether there was anything he could do to help Jiang Tingxu.

"Would pouring a glass of water really tire me out?" Jiang Tingxu smiled faintly. "Do you want black tea or jasmine tea? Those are the only two kinds."

"Black tea."

Si You was feeling better and better. By the time he returned with his teacup, the poll had ended, and Madhouse had won by an overwhelming margin.

Before unmuting, Si You turned to Jiang Tingxu. "If I'm too noisy, tell me."

Jiang Tingxu had already prepared his headphones. I'm here to watch your Horror Livestream.

"Go play," Jiang Tingxu said. "Have fun."

Whenever Si You had fun playing, the livestream was especially entertaining, and the viewers enjoyed themselves too.