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Chapter 639: You are so listless, can you smile?

"How many, how many?"

Outside the hospital ward, at the stairs.

Qian Jiang's hands were shaking as he had never expected the other party to reply so quickly.

Are you kidding me?
It actually passed?

Not only did it pass, the other party even raised the offer?
Although the term has been extended by one year, the price...

He felt that the world might really have become insane to the point where he couldn't even imagine it.

Is this a human?

Qian Jiang, who considered himself a wealthy man, felt that his world view and concept of money had been severely impacted.

"...Don't worry, we'll discuss the contract slowly after I get back."

After a long silence, Qian Jiang said this and hung up the phone -

He now really wanted to go out and smoke a cigarette to calm his trembling heart.

He really needed some time to digest the other party's attitude of being willing to negotiate, and at the same time, he was thinking about how to maximize Zhou Yi's interests - such as testing whether there was any possibility of adding money.

Although he also felt that doing so was a bit inhumane, he couldn't stand the fact that the other party's performance was not human at all!
Thinking of this, Qian Jiang took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Zhou Yi. Then he took his cigarette box and lighter and went to the smoking area.

In the ward, on the left side of the bed, Zhou Yi, who was chatting and laughing with Qian Jiang before coming, was now silent.

The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, but he didn't take it out to look at it. Instead, he listened quietly to the pale woman in the hospital gown on the bed expressing her excitement and gratitude.

"I really like your songs, Zhou Yijun. I think they are very powerful, especially the song "Good Time". That is the life I have always dreamed of..."

Perhaps because her idol had really come, the woman on the bed did not seem as weak as usual. Although her speech was a little unclear, it was not so unclear that it could not be heard clearly. On the right side of the bed, a boy with long bangs, about 19 years old, had red eyes.

He is the brother who wrote the letter.

My sister started to like Zhou Yi from the album "Attitude Show". She heard it on a fellow patient's Walkman and asked him to buy the album.

"Oh yeah, actually... I'm sorry, Yuma, he caused trouble for you, Zhou Yi-kun."

The pale and bloodless face slowly turned around, and a touch of warmth blossomed on the woman's extremely haggard face: "I really didn't expect Yuzhen to write a letter to Warner. This child has always been very timid. I didn't expect him to do such a thing."

"No, it's not a bother at all actually. On the contrary, I'm honored to have your affection."

Zhou Yi, with a genuine smile on his face, sat on the chair and chatted in English with the woman who was running out of time.

Although the Japanese accent often causes some strange mistakes in communication between the two sides, it is also a joke, making Murakami Yuka, who is lying on the hospital bed, laugh all the time.

“It’s like a dream.”

"This is not a dream."

Zhou Yi raised his hand and knocked on the window glass behind him without turning his head. A crisp sound came out and the corners of his mouth rose: "Believe me, you will be fine, and you will have an ideal good time with your brother."

The woman smiled and said nothing discouraging: "Thank you. Thank you for your songs, too. They give me hope to live, as if you were encouraging me."

“Then they are honored.”

The conversation between the two ended only when the other's rest and recuperation time was up. Zhou Yi, who had previously asked the doctor about the other's condition, watched the nurse who had asked him to leave the ward turn around and close the door, then turned his head to look at the anxious boy beside him.

The latter bowed 90 degrees, and the tears that had been waiting for a long time finally ran out of his eyes: "Thank you, thank you, Zhou Yijun. Thank you for agreeing to my request, thank you——"

"I want to thank my sister for her support. For a singer, fans are everything to me."

After taking a deep breath and collecting his thoughts, Zhou Yi raised his hand and patted the boy on the shoulder, smiling and saying, "But it seems that you are not as timid as your sister said."

Some of the teenagers were at a loss and wiped their tears, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"Are you still studying?"

"No, I haven't studied it - well, not that I haven't studied it, but I've finished my examinations..."

Murakami Yuma, who decided to study medicine because of his sister, stuttered a little bit because of nervousness.

"Not bad, which university do you plan to apply to?"

"I don't know. If possible, I would like to enter the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo."

"..."

Or is he a top student among all the students?
Zhou Yi was a little surprised.

"My parents have been busy with work, so I can say that I was raised by my sister..." Wearing a mask, a hat and glasses, Zhou Yi accompanied the boy as he strolled on the steps beside the hospital's flower bed, listening to him tell the story of the deep sibling love and his unwillingness to accept the reality that his sister was about to die.

His sister used to be a lively member of Zhou Yi's fan club, and even this time her medical expenses were partially paid by funds raised by many fans.

But in just two years, the condition worsened to a life-threatening level.

“So, I want to be a doctor.”

The boy's eyes were filled with gloom: "But, I guess I will have to repeat the year again this time."

"..."

"I don't have the same talent for studying as you, Zhou Yijun, and I don't want to add burden to my family, so I can only apply to be a journalism scholarship student while reviewing. To be honest, when my sister said she liked you, I hated you because you were too dazzling."

The boy who had repeated a grade twice turned his head and looked at the big star beside him, his smile becoming more bleak and frank: "My sister likes to use you to inspire me. For example, you have been at the top of the class since you were young, and you were admitted to the top school in China through studying, which changed your life.

"Every time my sister uses you to encourage me, I feel like a good-for-nothing loser..."

The so-called Japan News Scholarship is a scholarship policy jointly provided by several Japanese newspapers for students with financial difficulties. They mainly earn wages by distributing newspapers, and enjoy exemption from tuition, textbook fees, admission fees, equipment and accommodation fees during their studies.

Correspondingly, this job will definitely affect the preparation for the exam.

"Well, putting aside other aspects, I do have the qualifications in terms of study."

Zhou Yi smiled noncommittally: "Thank you for your honesty, even though you are not my fan."

"I like Ayumi Hamasaki."

The boy laughed at himself: "But now I think I like you a little bit."

"That's not a disadvantage. I'm better than her."

Zhou Yi patted the dust off his hands, his thoughts interrupted by the ringing of the phone. He glanced at the caller ID, turned around and said to him: "Well, I should go now. I wish you good luck in getting admitted to the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Tokyo."

"Thank you. I will try my best, Zhou Yi-kun."

"By the way, as a journalism student, do you come into contact with a lot of newspapers?" Zhou Yi was about to walk down the stairs while his cell phone kept ringing, but then he seemed to remember something and looked back.

"Uh, yes." The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded in admission.

"Then don't just deliver newspapers like a fool. Become a part-time paparazzi and take more photos of super stars and get inside information for some money. At least it's enough money to take a break from work and study hard."

"what?"

"Okay, time is almost up. I have to catch a flight to go to Okinawa with Masami Nagasawa to see humpback whales. Let's go."

“Nagazawa Masa——?”

——? !

The boy suddenly came to his senses and widened his eyes, watching the man's back gradually disappear into the distance: "Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi-san!"

Zhou Yi was walking away, adjusting the angle of his hat with one hand against the wind. He heard the call from behind him. He chuckled, his fingertips brushed the brim of his hat, and he raised his hand and waved goodbye without looking back.

"Zhou Yi-san, thank you!"

The shout immediately startled other patients and their families who were walking in the distance.

"Zhou Yi? Is that the Zhou Yi? Where is Zhou Yi?"

"Where??"

..........................................

"I'm here."

Outside on the roadside, Nagasawa Masami, who was leaning against a Mercedes-Benz, took off her sunglasses, put one hand on the rearview mirror, raised her hand and called out to Zhou Yi: "What's wrong? You don't look very well? You look listless? We are going to see humpback whales together."

"Nothing, I just found a paparazzi for you to capture the news."

"Hype? Although I don't want to do it in principle, if it's you, it's not impossible."

"Then I really want to thank you for your understanding. Can you forgive me for my self-willed behavior?"

Zhou Yi came to stand in front of the woman and glanced at the Japanese paparazzi who thought he was hiding well in the rearview mirror. He chuckled and said, "But your Japanese paparazzi tracking technology is really bad."

Nagasawa Masami put on her shoes and went straight to 172cm, took off the frame of Zhou Yi's glasses from his nose, leaned in and tilted her head to take a closer look -

With a faint smile, she held the temple of her glasses with her right index finger and brushed the corner of the man's lips: "It's just right to cheer you up, isn't it? Seeing you look so listless, it would be nice to smile."

(End of this chapter)