CHAPTER 299: CHAPTER 235

And Sophiron was even more direct.

He suddenly knelt down with a "thud," and hugged the long and slender legs of the young man in front of him, his voice full of emotion and inflection: "Vice-captain!!"

Ethan covered his face at the side.

How embarrassing!!

The atmosphere in the audience was somewhat bizarre.

Rong Zhi moved his leg, thinking this kid was just like Ying Hengyu, always hugging thighs when he saw someone.

Sophiron quickly let go.

Now led by Ying Hengyu, all stood obediently like cats, listening to Rong Zhi’s instructions.

Rong Zhi let them continue training, while she herself sat in the audience with an iPad, carefully recording each person’s deficiencies and the direction for future training.

She occasionally had a scratchy throat and coughed twice. During this time, Ethan came over to ask, and she checked her forehead, which was a bit hot.

"Give them this plan." She put down her hand, pressed her lower abdomen, and said calmly, "Train first, we’ll check next week."

Seeing Rong Zhi preparing to leave, Ying Hengyu, who had followed in, picked up the iPad, swiped through it, and a look of surprise crossed his eyes halfway through.

"Third Brother, you’ve already figured all of us out in just one morning?" Ying Hengyu asked.

Rong Zhi responded with a sound of acknowledgment.

Ying Hengyu couldn’t help but grip the iPad tightly.

He didn’t know about others, but the plan Rong Zhi made specifically for him was very detailed and accurately pointed out all his shortcomings.

This insight and big-picture view are unmatched.

Ying Hengyu dared to guarantee that if he trained according to this plan, he would definitely make great progress and improvement.

As for the others, it depended on the situation.

Those who dared to step out of their comfort zone and challenge themselves would never receive poor returns.

Now that the training problem was solved, Ying Hengyu gave the iPad to Ethan, asked him to inform the three, and then looked at Rong Zhi and said, "I need to tell you something."

Rong Zhi: "Hmm?"

Ying Hengyu: "Our current training space is a bit small. I asked Ethan, and he said the club over there gave orders not to rent the venue to us."

Now, renting an ordinary track costs twenty thousand an hour. Considering at least three hours of training daily, that’s sixty thousand, although the Shanhai Club isn’t short of money right now, we just can’t rent a venue.

They’ve given us a dead card.

Rong Zhi’s gaze fell onto the training ground, her eyes slightly narrowed.

No wonder they had to train here today.

With some thought, she lightly tapped her temple, crossed her arms, and spoke slowly, "Got it, wait for my news."

Ying Hengyu nodded: "Alright."

-

Back at the castle, Rong Zhi went upstairs to take a shower.

As soon as she turned on the shower, a wave of heavy coughing and dizziness hit her.

The steaming hot water couldn’t even warm her body.

She shakily made her way out of the bathroom, only to collapse weakly onto the floor.

Her lower abdomen racked with pain, she curled up on the ground, pressing on several acupuncture points. When the pain slightly subsided, she slowly got up and staggered to the bed, throwing herself heavily onto it, and called Fu Xixiao.

Rong Zhi had a high fever, and accompanying it was that time of the month for girls, her complexion pain-stricken and unconscious from the agony.

The newly returned Bai Su and others saw this scene as they came upstairs.

The young man lay motionless on the bed, while Fu Xixiao anxiously administered physical cooling.

Demmi quickly opened the medical kit, took out a thermometer, and seeing the numbers on it, his hand trembled, murmuring, "It’s already 40 degrees, she’s going to fry her brain."

As soon as he said that, a chill spread across his back.

Demmi quickly corrected himself: "God bless, Miss Nine will surely be alright!"

Bai Su withdrew his gaze from the young man’s face, furrowing his brows as he pondered for a moment, then softly said, "Auntie, let me handle it."

At times like this, it’s better for a girl to take care of another girl; Bai Su was inconvenient alone. Fu Xixiao shook her head. "I remember you studied medicine, look with Demmi first, I’ll get An’an to come up and care for her."

Bai Su slightly frowned, refusing her suggestion, "Let Fu Jinyi come, it’s more stable."

The implication was that Fu Shan An was too childish and would not be able to take proper care of Rong Zhi.

He hadn’t said it outright, already affording Fu Shan An some face. Fu Xixiao thought about it and agreed, calling Fu Jinyi over, with Fu Shan An following behind her.

She glanced shyly at Bai Su, thinking no one noticed, but Fu Jinyi merely curled her lips with a hint of irony.

Understanding Fu Xixiao’s intentions, Fu Shan An immediately offered, "Aunt, I can take care of cousin too, can I join my sister?"

Taking care of people is trivial in any case; Fu Xixiao enjoyed watching such sisterly harmony, so she agreed.

Fu Shan An was instantly delighted inside.

Bai Su and Demmi adjusted the medicine and set it up for Rong Zhi. You couldn’t use medication at this time, only relatively gentle methods were available.

Once Rong Zhi’s condition stabilized, Fu Xixiao left, and Bai Su went to make some porridge for Rong Zhi.

In the room, Fu Jinyi replaced the fever patch on the young man’s forehead. As she was about to take a new one, Fu Shan An quickly seized it and moved unobtrusively to the young man’s bedside.

"Sister, don’t you have things to do? Go ahead."

Fu Jinyi retracted her hand in mid-air, raising an eyebrow, "When did I ever say I had things to do?"

Fu Shan An smiled sweetly, "Just now, alright, alright, I can’t stand seeing you work so hard. Having me here is enough."

Fu Jinyi almost laughed.

She coldly stared at Fu Shan An, "Your nonsense is pretty good. Do you really think others can’t see your intentions? I advise you, with a bit of intelligence, stay away from cousin; otherwise, you’ll end up not knowing how you died."

Does she really think Bai Su knows nothing?

If he understood nothing, could he handle such a weird-tempered Rong Zhi?

It’s only idiots like Fu Shan An who think the whole world should revolve around them.

Fu Jinyi ignored her, pulling out a fever patch forcefully and pushing obstructive Fu Shan An aside, tearing it open and sticking it onto the young man’s forehead.

While applying it, she sighed that even when sick, beauty remains beautiful; look at this gorgeous face, it appeals to both genders truly.

Fu Shan An stumbled and fell flat on her back, pain in her buttocks and a grimacing face, glaring darkly at Fu Jinyi.

-

A little past ten at night, Rong Zhi’s fever finally subsided.

Lying flat on the bed, she reflected on this rare occurrence, truly vexed that it never comes except in torrents, taking half her life away when it does arrive.

Fu Xixiao wiped the sweat off her temples, chuckling softly in a teasing manner, "Zhi Zhi has grown up now."

She had long grown up, thank you very much.

Rong Zhi closed her eyes, dizzy and disoriented, reluctant to move.

Fu Xixiao: "Su Su made porridge for you; eat a bit before sleeping."

Considering Bai Su’s excellent performance within the Ying Family, successfully winning the mother-in-law’s affection, and earning a nickname.

Rong Zhi pressed her lips, forcing herself to sit up.

A bowl of aromatic millet porridge rested on the bedside table, and she managed a couple of sips before setting it back down.

Knowing her lack of appetite, Fu Xixiao didn’t push, merely urging her to rest well before leaving.

Moments later, the room door opened once more, Rong Zhi smelled a faint cool mint scent, and then an icy hand touched her forehead.