Star Rail Simulation, but surrounded by characters

【Himeko: (laughs) It’s nothing, I just do it for your own good. ?】

【Jizi was enjoying the show this time. 】

[Fu Xuan seemed to pose no threat to her at all.]

[But Kafka, who has always been sitting on the Diaoyutai with her daughter's status, seems to have met an opponent on a similar track this time. ]

[Now Kafka is wavering, and Jizi really feels that this time, it is a bit interesting. ]

【The audience was shocked to see Fu Xuan's sickly appearance.】

【Not to mention Fu Xuan himself. 】

[She looked at herself curled up in the quilt, pitifully clinging to the corner of her master's clothes, and she felt a little overwhelmed.]

【Fu Xuan: ...@Black Swan, I would like to suggest that this part can be skipped and not played? 】

[Hanabi: Hahaha, no! This is such an interesting part, it’s the essence! How can I skip it!]

[Qingque really wanted to continue reading, but couldn't open his mouth, so he could only hope that others would work harder.]

[Jingliu: (Thinking for a moment) @Fuxuan, you read our dark history, but you skipped your own. This doesn't seem appropriate.]

[Silver Wolf: That’s right! Since you’ve already seen ours, you want to skip it now? Humph, it’s too late! ]

【Fu Xuan: Gu...】

[Black Swan: (laughing) @Fu Xuan, can you continue playing it? ]

【Fu Xuan: (gives up resistance) Let go, let go. 】

[Besides having to admit that what Jingliu and Yinlang said made sense, Fu Xuan himself also had a vague memory of this period.]

【Watching it again can help me recall it. 】

【Liuying watched the live broadcast and found it very interesting. 】

[Liuying: Hahahaha, I feel ashamed when I look at my own dark history.]

[Liuying: But when I read other people’s dark history, I think it’s so fun! ! ??]

[Xing: Liuying is still happy! By the way, do you still remember that you are also a contestant? Why do you feel like you are just a spectator now? ? ]

【Firefly: Hmm…?】

[Liuying: No, it’s okay. I have a premonition recently that I will definitely have a promising future! ! ??]

Xianzhou: 34. Fu Xuan: I did so many shameful things when I was sick...

Fu Xuan first felt a little uncomfortable and a little strange in the morning.

She used to be able to stay focused throughout the journal recitation session, but now she would be dazed for a while after finishing each article.

The interval was short, and after a short rest, Fu Xuan was able to regain his energy and continue reading. Therefore, he did not show any major abnormality.

When Su Qing saw Fu Xuan again in the evening, her symptoms were already very obvious.

Fu Xuan knocked on the door and came in.

"Master, I...I have completed the deduction homework you assigned to me last time."

Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed and his voice sounded weak.

After Su Qing noticed it, he immediately said, "Fu Xuan, are you feeling unwell? Why don't you take a rest today?"

Fu Xuan came over and took a breath: "No, Master, I am not feeling unwell. Besides, I have other things to do later..."

[Xing: Fu Xuan is really trying too hard! ]

[Natasha: I'm trying too hard.]

Su Qing looked at her twice again, stood up from behind the desk and raised his hand.

"Ah, Master..." Fu Xuan was holding homework in her arms. She subconsciously lowered her head, ready to let Su Qing touch her head.

However, Su Qing reached out, pushed aside the pink hair on her forehead, and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.

Feeling the temperature on the back of his hand, Su Qing frowned: "It's so hot, you are sick."

Fu Xuan raised his little face with a blush on it: "Sick? That shouldn't be the case, Master, how about you take a look at my homework first..."

She seemed a little dizzy when she spoke, but she still tried her best.

Su Qing took the homework from her and put it on the table: "It's already like this, don't study hard today, just have a good rest."

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Su Qing invited a doctor from Dandingsi to help Fu Xuan with his diagnosis.

"Typical example of overwork. You probably haven't gotten enough rest recently."

After examining him, the female doctor asked Fu Xuan, "You are the type who rarely gets sick, right?"

"Hmm..." Fu Xuan was lying on the bed. The feeling of weakness all over her body made her unable to deny her physical condition any longer.

The female healer nodded and said, "When your type gets sick, it may be more severe."

"It's not a big problem though. Just take the medicine I prescribed and have a good rest. But be careful not to get too tired any more."

"Thank you." Su Qing thanked the doctor and sent him away.

When Su Qing returned to the room, Fu Xuan had already taken the medicine and lay back on the bed.

At this time, Fu Xuan's hair was loose, and her long pink hair fell on the pillow. She whispered, "I'm sorry, Master, I've caused you trouble."

"Taking care of a sick disciple is not a big deal."

As he spoke, Su Qing flicked her forehead in the air and said, "Besides, didn't I tell you not to be so reserved and apologize all the time?"

"I'm sorry...ah..." Fu Xuan said it, only to realize that he had apologized subconsciously again.

She grasped the edge of the quilt with both hands and shrank inward.

Su Qing smiled. He looked at the sick disciple and said in a lighter tone, "Okay, don't think about it. Take a good rest first. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll prepare it for you."

"Anything is fine..." Fu Xuan felt like he had no appetite.

Su Qing: "Okay, then you should take a nap first."

In Fu Xuan's memory, she rarely got sick, and the last time was a long time ago.

In this extremely rare state, she became much weaker and more fragile.

So when he saw Su Qing about to leave the room again, Fu Xuan opened his mouth, feeling a little reluctant, and wanted to call his master.

But she had indeed been working too hard recently. After lying back on the bed, she soon felt sleepy. She closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

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In a blink of an eye, it was evening.

Su Qing walked to the bedside with a bowl of steaming porridge and gently woke Fu Xuan up.

Fu Xuan slowly opened her eyes, she was still a little hazy, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Although he said he had no appetite before, Fu Xuan took a sniff and suddenly felt hungry after smelling the aroma of the food Su Qing made.

Su Qing put the porridge on another chair first: "How is it, do you have an appetite after a good sleep? Can you eat it by yourself?"

Can you eat it by yourself?

Fu Xuan was thinking about this question in a daze. If he couldn't, would his master feed him?

Originally, in normal times.

Fu Xuan was too embarrassed to ask his master to feed him no matter what.

But as we all know, people become fragile when they are sick, especially people like Fu Xuan who rarely get sick.

The last time she fell ill to this extent was when she was very young and was still being taken care of by her mother.

Although Fu Xuan still couldn't say anything like asking Su Qing to feed him.

But she was able to hide under the quilt, look at her master pitifully, and express her meaning with her eyes.

[Star: Secret: Look at the master with big watery eyes! ]

[March 7: This secret name is too long! ]

[Qingque: But it seems to be quite useful???]

Su Qing noticed Fu Xuan's eyes.

He quickly realized that his disciple wanted to be fed but was too shy to ask.

So Su Qing sat down, picked up the bowl and spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it over.

【March 7: Wow, I’m so jealous!!】

[March 7: Fu Xuan not only ate the food cooked by Su Qing during the simulation, but Su Qing even fed her with her own hands!!!]

【Kafka: ……】

[Silver Wolf: Le, @Kafuka, my dear teammate, why are you so silent recently? Are you born not to talk?]

[Xing: Hahaha, the silver wolf started jumping! ]

[Firefly: Warm teammates! The Star Core Hunter cares about his taciturn teammates. The reason behind this is heartwarming! ?]

[Firefly: Hahahahaha! It’s so warm, so warm! Even warmer than when I set the sea on fire! ?]

【Xi'er: ?? I am dying of laughter. 】

Fu Xuan leaned against the pillow and sat up slightly on the bed.

Her cheeks were flushed, and in addition to illness, there was also some shyness mixed in.

She obediently opened her little mouth, her pink lips slightly parted, and drank a mouthful of the porridge fed by her master.

However, after taking a bite.

Fu Xuan looked at Su Qing, blinked his moist eyes, and spoke in a soft and aggrieved voice: "Master, it's hot..."

"Okay." Su Qing smiled.

He scooped up another spoonful of porridge, but this time he blew on it first, and waited until it cooled down a little before handing the spoon over.

After Fu Xuan drank it this time, he smiled faintly: "It tastes good. Master, did you make this?"

[Kafka said she couldn't stand it anymore.]

[She really couldn't stand it anymore.]

[It would be strange if she could bear this!!!]

[Kafka: ...Originally, I didn't want to say anything, after all, you are also sick. ]

[Kafka: But, @Fuxuan, aren’t you being a little too squeamish? ? ?]

[Kafka: It’s fine if you let Su Qing feed you, but you still complain about the heat. You just have a fever, can’t you blow it yourself! ?]

[Hanabi: Kafka said: Su Qing feeds me? I have never enjoyed such treatment! !]

【Fu Xuan: ……】

【Fu Xuan naturally felt extremely ashamed when he saw this scene, to the point where he felt like he couldn't defend himself no matter what he said.】

【Apart from……】

【Fu Xuan: @Kafka, what, are you envious? 】

[Besides this! Using an attack to divert shame! ]

[Fu Xuan had seen others use this method many times before when watching live broadcasts. It was quite useful.]

【Kafka: ???】

[Kafka: @Fuxuan, I originally thought that as a Luofu Grand Master, you would at least have some reserve.]

[Kafka: You said the relationship between master and disciple is average, and I believe it to some extent.]

[Kafka: So, you've revealed your true colors so soon, haven't you? You're just like Himeko Kagami-ryu. ?]