"Why don't you take another day off today?" Cheng Lang advised. "Go back to the dorm and get some proper rest."
Shen Huaiyu shook his head. "It's fine. I can handle it."
"Why force yourself to endure it? Your body is your own!" Cheng Lang said. "What if you exhaust yourself and get sick again? What's worth more and what's worth less? Besides, you don't even need this paycheck now."
Cheng Lang still remembered that Shen Huaiyu had been in particularly poor health in the original novel, falling seriously ill at the slightest provocation. Though there were psychological factors involved, it also proved that Shen Huaiyu's physical constitution was not especially strong. Since that was the case, he needed to be more careful in daily life.
Shen Huaiyu pursed his lips. He truly did not need the money from this job. But he needed the time it gave him to spend with Cheng Lang. He still wanted to hear Cheng Lang perform comic dialogue!
Unable to persuade Shen Huaiyu, Cheng Lang could only drive him to work. Before Shen Huaiyu got out of the car, Cheng Lang reminded him, "Take care of yourself. If you get tired, slack off a little and loaf around. You remember how I usually do it, right?"
Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang and immediately smiled.
The two entered the bar through the employee entrance. They had barely stepped into the changing room when the shift supervisor came looking for them. "You're finally here. Chen has been looking for you."
Cheng Lang raised an eyebrow at that. His ears were practically growing calluses from hearing those words.
"...He wants you in private room XXX on the second floor." The supervisor gave him the room number, then added, "It's the big boss's private room."
The supervisor