"Ahh

Bai Qimeng rubbed her nose and continued to memorize lyrics and dance steps.

After taking such a bath last night, she did have a cold, and she didn't eat breakfast and lunch, so she really couldn't hold it anymore.

Bai Qimeng shook his head, trying to cheer himself up and continue training, but his body really didn't have much strength, and the whole person was a little soft.

In the corridor, Yan Weiming walked out of the lounge where An Shangxun was speechless, he really didn't want to entangle with her.

Yan Weiming thought about all the practice rooms he had just walked through, and naturally knew who would be in the next practice room in his heart, he tidied up his clothes a little embarrassed, knocked on the door of the practice room and slowly pushed it open.

Bai Qimeng stood where she was, and when she heard a knock on the door, she turned her head, she was wearing a simple white T-shirt and loose sweatpants, and her hair was tied high.

The sun shone through the window for half of the practice room, and she stood in the sunlight and looked at the door with a calm face.

Yan Weiming was stunned, coughed lightly and walked inside.

He learned from the director of the show that Bai Qimeng's work was "The Man on the Bridge", and he was inevitably a little worried, so he planned to guide her well.

"Yan is always good." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse because of her illness, and it sounded very twisted.

Yan Weiming felt uncomfortable when he heard this voice.

Why are I always getting sick? Don't you know how to take care of yourself?

Thinking about it, Bai Qimeng's second sneeze interrupted his thoughts.

Her face was already very red, and her eyes were gradually becoming a little confused, but she was still able to think clearly.

"How's the practice?" Yan Weiming opened his mouth to ask, and immediately noticed Bai Qimeng's strange appearance.

"Hey..."Yan Weiming was about to speak, when he saw Bai Qimeng chuckling and slowly falling down!

......

"Hmm..."

Bai Qimeng snorted a little uncomfortably, frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Awake?"

The man's voice was somewhat familiar, but her mind couldn't react to who it was for a while, so she had to turn her head slowly.

"Mr. Yan!"

Bai Qimeng sat up suddenly, but her body didn't have much strength, so she slowly fell back again.

Seeing this, Yan Weiming hurriedly stretched out his hand to stroke her back and lay down.

"You have a fever, it's thirty-nine degrees."

If he hadn't moved fast and asked the program team to drive her to the hospital, she would have burned out her brain.

Bai Qimeng was stunned for a few seconds, nodded thoughtfully, and when she wanted to thank her, Yan Weiming interrupted her again.

"Have a good rest, I'll talk about the recording of the show when I'm discharged from the hospital." Yan Weiming said, and Bai Qimeng frowned again.

I have a fever this time, and I have to delay a day of practice, although I remember the dance steps, but she didn't have time to memorize the lyrics and melody, there are only two days before the second episode of the program is recorded, if she has been in the hospital, wouldn't it...

Bai Qi dreamed, forced herself to sit up, lifted the quilt and planned to get out of bed.

"What are you doing!?" Yan Weiming roared in a low voice, hurriedly pressed her back to the bed, and made sure that the infusion needle in her hand was not moved before relieving his heart.

"I have to practice, or I won't be able to catch up with the recording." Bai Qimeng said, intending to sit up again.

"Lie down for me!" Yan Weiming shouted again.

This was the first time he had spoken to her in such a tone, but this time it was probably because of illness, she was not afraid at all, but forcibly pulled Yan Weiming's sleeve.

"Mr. Yan, please, I really don't want to lose."

Bai Qimeng whispered, her voice was extremely hoarse, her cheeks became red due to her body temperature, and her eyes looked at Yan Weiming, her eyes were full of begging.