Lovely Allergen

Chapter 82: The Eve of the Competition

Xiao Qi peeled off the mud bit by bit, and when the completed cape fluttered over Nan Jia's body at 6am in the dressing room, everyone spontaneously cheered.

Yue Zhishi could feel himself being covered in goosebumps — the joy and triumph of group creation exhilarated him.

It was already 7:30am by the time they finished cleaning up. They needed to place all of the clothes and their accessories together into sets so that it'd be convenient for the models to change into them. There were thirty sets in total, ten for each round; it was a significant amount of work.

"There's a rehearsal at noon. We need to take our models over to the stage for practice, and then they'll need to go through makeup. I don't think we'll have much time to rest until the competition starts." Nan Jia checked her watch, still wanting to say something, but she couldn't hold back a yawn.

Qu Zhi patted her own shoulder. "Rest for a bit?"

Nan Jia glanced at her and was about to lean down; she curved over halfway and then straightened up again, giving her own face a pat. "I can't, I'll end up sleeping really deeply."

Yue Zhishi couldn't help but smile. "In order to prevent our beautiful opening model from falling off the stage due to lack of energy, I — the leader for the Little Swallow Dressed in Flowery Clothes's team spirit — will allow you to sleep for a while."

"Yeah, me too!"

"Senior Nan Jia, sleep."

After letting all three girls sleep on the chairs in the dressing room, the remaining three guys busied themselves with creating the outfit sets, and they finally completed them around 10:30am. Yue Zhishi felt like all of his muscles and limbs were cramped, not wanting to move at all, but they still needed to take their models to rehearsal.

"Are your parents coming?"

"Of course, they have to witness the highlight of my life!" Chen Pi bragged. He elbowed Yue Zhishi. "Le Le, what about you?"

"Ah?" Yue Zhishi nodded. "They're coming, they asked me for tickets a really long time ago. They might even record the entire thing."

"Wow, your mom really loves you."

"Yeah..." Even though she wasn't his true mom.

He couldn't help but send a message to Song Yu, even though he knew Song Yu was in a meeting the entire morning.

[Le Le: Your little boyfriend's about to turn useless from being overworked.]

There were a ridiculous amount of people at the rehearsal. Yue Zhishi was already relying on coffee to continue staying alive, and he followed his team over, his heart jittering as soon as he heard the drumbeats of the stage audio. His entire body broke out in a sweat, and it felt like he was suffering from heart palpitations.

He was originally standing next to Nan Jia, helping her double check each model, but Yue Zhishi's heart was truly beating too quickly — he wanted to find a place far away from the speakers where he could rest.

"Eh? Where's the guy closing the show..."

Yue Zhishi didn't hear Nan Jia's muttering to herself, walking away by himself to the door. He saw the long table where they'd be checking tickets and wanted to rest there; unexpectedly, he met the team from the journalism school.

Xu Lin was in front, and he immediately saw Yue Zhishi. He arrogantly asked him from very far away, "Mixed Sweetheart, why are you alone? Where are your useless underlings?"

His heart palpitations yet to subside, Yue Zhishi barely managed to give him a look and didn't speak.

Xu Lin thought something was strange, seeing his face so pale. "What's wrong with you? Didn't eat?" He came closer, the tip of a finger poking Yue Zhishi's arm. "Are you okay, you're really pale. Are you naturally this pale, or are you sick?"

Yue Zhishi thought this guy's brain wasn't too normal, but he didn't want to say it out loud. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Look, the competition comes second to your body. Let me take you to the hospital."

The rest of the journalism school's team behind him wondered at how he could've said nonsense like the competition coming second. "Wait, Xu Lin, it's our turn to rehearse soon. You're not going to watch?"

"Are flowers going to bloom with me watching?" Xu Lin took hold of Yue Zhishi's arm, tugging him two steps towards the door. "Are you going or not. Let me tell you, very few people can sit in my car."

"There's really no need. I'm fine, I just had too much caffeine." Pushing off his hand, Yue Zhishi felt his legs weaken — but someone else caught him. He raised his head, and when he saw Song Yu's face, he even thought he was hallucinating.

"How are you here?" Yue Zhishi's voice was very soft. "Didn't you say your meeting was going to run until 12:30?"

"I left midway," Song Yu answered very succinctly, his hand going by itself to touch Yue Zhishi's forehead. He only looked at Xu Lin once he was sure Yue Zhishi didn't have a fever, and without any expression on his face, he asked, "Who are you?"

"Ah? I..." Xu Lin pulled back his hand a bit awkwardly. "I'm his opponent, the kind who'll press him onto the floor and fiercely pound at him."

Song Yu frowned, thinking there was something wrong with this guy's brain, so he directly decided to ignore him. He pulled Yue Zhishi into his arms, saying, "Let's go and eat something first."

"But I haven't told senior Nan Jia..."

"I've already talked to her. You need to take a rest right now."

The ignored Xu Lin stood where he was, and as he watched the two of them walk away, he boiled over in anger like a kettle.