Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 77 Cold + Ginseng = Nosebleed
Yushui Cave, Rainbow Dormitory.

Jin Zaijing put down the phone and scolded angrily: "These arrogant guys really lost their original intentions after they became popular."

Jin Zhishu was learning how to edit videos, when she suddenly heard her captain swearing, she raised her head and asked, "Oni, does Tumblbug still not support you to cancel the project?"

"They reported, reported, and finally invited Liu Chengcan who attended the press conference, but life and death mean that I have to consider it comprehensively. Once a project that is being crowdfunded is canceled, no new project can be launched for at least two weeks."

"O'Neil, I remember Xing, you also canceled before, why don't you ask Writer Han to find out the situation."

Hearing the name "Han Zidong", Jin Zaijing said coldly: "That guy has no reputation at all, I'll ask Minxiu later."

"Oni, you changed your face too quickly. When you came back last night, you were still full of praise for Writer Han, like a fan of his family. Why are you turning black again now?"

When someone breaks an appointment, I understand it. I should be upset or I will be upset.

Kim Jae Kyung did not say a word, lying on the floor, sent a message to Kim Min Soo.

The two chatted for a dozen sentences back and forth, and when she saw the latest news, she couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Why is this kid still sick?"

"Ernie, who's sick?"

"Who else is there, Han Zidong, he seems to have caught a cold, and he didn't go to the studio all day today."

"It's so serious, Ernie, didn't you two meet yesterday?"

Jin Zaijing recalled the experience of last night. In her opinion, Han Zidong was at most a little drunk at that time, and there was no sign of a cold at all.

And when the two of them talked on the phone in the morning, Han Zidong's voice was indeed a little nasal, which meant that the other party probably had cold symptoms caused by catching a cold last night.

"Why can't this person manage his own body well? Besides, can he recover after sleeping at home for an afternoon? When a person is sick, he has to go to the doctor. What's the matter with carrying it at home?"

Jin Zhishu raised his hand and asked crisply: "Oni, how do you know that Writer Han didn't go to see a doctor?"

"Minxiu told me that Han Zidong told her to drink plenty of hot water and rest well for common colds. If it's good, it can be cured in a day or two. If it's worse, it can be recovered within a week."

"Sure enough, no matter how talented Writer Han is, he's still a boy and doesn't know how to take care of himself."

Jin Zhishu couldn't understand the idea of ​​carrying on after being ill. Although their idols were usually suffering from illness, they also tried to hold on as much as possible, but they did it to cherish every trip.

Who wouldn't want to treat themselves, if possible.

"If the cold persists, it is likely to develop into pneumonia and bronchitis." Jin Zhishu said calmly.

"This guy, he doesn't care about his body, why should we worry about him?"

"Oni, didn't you say that Writer Han came up with a wonderful plan for you last night? It's okay if you don't know. Now that you know, you should persuade him to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Can he listen to my advice? He just rejected my appointment today!"

Jin Zhishu didn't answer, just sat cross-legged like this, with one hand resting on her chin, staring at Jin Zaijing quietly, and Jin Zaijing turned over and left her behind.

Kim Jae-kyung swiped the screen of his phone unconsciously, but "pneumonia and bronchitis" kept ringing in his ears.

This guy looks very strong, he shouldn't be so weak!

That's right, a healthy young man aged 21 or 22 would have such low immunity.

Looking at the Kakao chat interface between her and Han Zidong, there were only three solitary messages she sent, and she returned to the main chat interface.

Then, she couldn't help but think about Han Zidong's working status. As a comic writer, Han Zidong spends almost all his day making comics and rarely exercises. What if he is really so imaginary?

After thinking about it again and again, Jin Zaijing still sent a message of greetings to Han Zidong.

『Writer nim, are you okay?

I heard that you are sick. I know a clinic that treats colds well. Would you like to visit it? The clinic is in Yushuidong, not far from your residence. 』

Han Zidong: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Kim Jae Kyung: "Writer nim, how about I buy you a cold medicine and send it to you."

Han Zidong: "Jin Jae-hyun xi, you don't have to be so anxious, I will find time to chat with you about your project."

Jin Zaijing: "How about today?"

Han Zidong: "Today is too late, it will be evening when you come over."

Jin Zaijing: "Inside? But my house is only ten minutes away from your residence!"

Han Zidong: "????"

Han Zidong, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, was startled, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he and Kim Jae Kyung met for the first time.

When visiting the studio on Monday, fellow team member Kim Ji-sook arrived at the studio early, but Kim Jae-kyung, the team leader, was more than half an hour late.

Co-author, you were half an hour late, not because you lived far away, but because you got up too late?

In the spirit of nothing to do, it would be overtime to call Jin Zaijing to fool around, so he agreed to Jin Zaijing's proposal and agreed to meet in half an hour.

After brushing up the scores of "2048" for a while, and chatting with Zheng Huiyan about the recruitment, half an hour passed before he knew it, but he still didn't see the shadow of Kim Jae Kyung.

It's time to crawl over. Does this eldest sister have a sense of time?

Could it be that I just made a typo?

Han Zidong looked through the chat records and confirmed that the time they agreed on was indeed half an hour later.

He was lying on the sofa waiting for someone, and another 10 minutes passed before he knew it, and his head became more and more dizzy, and finally his eyelids fought, and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

……

Kim Jae-kyung greeted the landlady's mother-in-law who was walking slowly in the building: "Hi, sorry for your trouble."

"Hey Yigu, why are you here so late? Zidong has been back for almost two hours."

The landlord opened the door and greeted enthusiastically. After seeing the ingredients in Jin Zaijing's hands, he couldn't help teasing: "I'm here to cook for Zidong again. That's right. If you like it, you have to take the initiative."

Jin Zaijing felt that the misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, and Han Zidong might hear it if it spread like this, she immediately denied it: "We don't have that kind of relationship."

"Okay, okay, no, no." The landlord smiled kindly: "Hurry up and go upstairs."

"Mother-in-law, we really don't have that kind of relationship."

The landlord gave Jin Zaijing a meaningful look: "I see, I will keep it secret for you."

Jin Zaijing has one head and two big ones, how can this misunderstanding not be solved.

Shaking her head, she walked up the stairs slowly, and went straight to the door of Han Zidong's house. After calming down, she rang the doorbell.

After waiting for more than ten seconds without hearing any response, she pressed the doorbell again, but there was still no response.

After thinking about it, she called again, but no one answered.

At this time, Jin Zhishu's words came to her ears again: cold, pneumonia...

She looked at the combination lock, hesitated again and again, and finally entered the combination, and slowly opened the door.

Please forgive me, I am also worried about you.

While comforting himself, he walked in along the hallway. After entering the living room, Jin Zaijing saw Han Zidong lying on the sofa.

Seeing that Han Zidong seemed to be asleep, she let out a long sigh of relief.

It's just that when she walked into Han Zidong, she found that Han Zidong's face was abnormal, it seemed to be very red.

Getting closer, she touched Han Zidong's forehead with her hand.

"Oh Mo? My forehead is so hot!"

Jin Zaijing pushed Han Zidong: "Writer nim, writer...Han Zidong, wake up?"

Han Zidong in his sleep felt hot all over, and someone was shouting in his ears. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a bright and pretty face.

Here we go again, is this daytime?

My mind slowed down for a few seconds, and I finally remembered the agreement just now.

He sat up straight speechlessly, and looked at the very reasonable lady in front of him.

"Writer nim, are you okay? You seem to have a fever." Kim Jae-kyung asked with concern while bending over.

Jin Zaijing in front of him was wearing a chiffon fake two-piece shirt on his upper body, and a pair of black slim-fit jeans on his lower body. From his angle, his two long legs were long and straight, and his chest was bulging and swelling.

Suddenly, as if someone had executed the embankment, a restless heat gushed out from his nose, and then he smelled rust.

孽 孽!
I shouldn't have eaten that ginseng!

(End of this chapter)