People who usually don't get sick will suffer more than anyone else when they get sick.

This point could be said to be reflected incisively and vividly on Pu Haixing's body. Now, she was lying in bed and felt the world was spinning.

She wanted to go to the gym to exercise after the Idol Sports Competition, but she delayed it until a few days ago.

She found a reliable and responsible personal trainer, but the excellent personal trainer was obviously deceived by Park Hae-sung's appearance.

Park Hae-sung thought she was going to die on the treadmill at the beginning of the exercise. She finally managed to finish the required distance, but was told that it was just a warm-up.

After finishing half of the class, she couldn't hold on any longer. She was so weak that she rolled and crawled away from the place she never wanted to come back to.

She felt her blood boiling after the exercise, but the wind made her shiver as soon as she went out.

She caught a cold after being blown by the wind.

At first, she thought it was just a common cold and would be fine after a good night's sleep.

However, she underestimated the ferocity of the seasonal flu and overestimated her resistance to the cold.

Fortunately, Song Zhen found out early in the middle of the night when she had a fever. Otherwise, she might have been burned silly.

She rushed to the hospital in the early hours of the morning for an IV drip, but this time, she swapped places with Pak Ya-yeon.

This time, Park Hae-sung was the patient who was in a daze and couldn't open her eyes.

After the IV drip, she went home and slept for a day. She thought she would be fine the next day.

However, her temperature kept going up and down, and her manager had no choice but to take her to the hospital.

The doctor said that her body's resistance was weak, and she was too tired. She had to rest well. He also prescribed her some expensive medicine.

At times like this, their company was still humane. They reimbursed all the medical expenses and asked Pak Ya-yeon to replace Park Hae-sung as a late night radio DJ for three days so that she could rest well at home.

Park Hae-sung received a message from Zhengzai on the first day that Pak Ya-yeon replaced her.

It was a message of condolence.

She was in Zhengzai.

They exchanged contact information a few days after her birthday, but they didn't contact each other normally.

The content of the message was very simple. He asked her if she was okay and reminded her to rest well. He even added a picture of her butt.

Coincidentally, Park Hae-sung was not asleep at that time. She had just finished drinking the soup that Shangke had specially made for her. In addition, she had been sleeping in the afternoon, so she was not sleepy at the moment.

Zhengzai?

There was a "read" next to the message he sent, and soon, he sent another message.

"Are you awake now?"

Perhaps it was because she wanted to talk to someone when she was sick, so Park Hae-sung immediately replied with an 'Mm'.

She guessed that it was the middle of the radio station's two programs.

Some time ago, Zhengzai?

Park Hae-sung fell sick not long after she returned because of her overseas trip.

"Can't sleep?"

Park Hae-sung leaned on the cushion behind her and replied, "That's right."

"Why?

Because you don't feel well? "

"No, it's because my muscles are sore and I slept too much."

She had exercised vigorously before she had a fever. She was muddle-headed and did not feel anything before her fever subsided. Now that she was awake, she only felt uncomfortable and painful all over.

Her message was read, but Zhengzai?

There was no reply.

It was probably because the song had finished playing.

Park Hae-sung put her phone aside and yawned a few times as she lay down.

She carefully recalled that she had not had a fever many times in the past few years.

In the past, although she felt that she would collapse in the next second because she was too tired from practice, she had never had a fever.

She had a few times in junior high.

Once was during the school festival. She remembered that she had looked forward to it for a long time that day, but who would have thought that she would have a fever in the end.

Zhengzai?

That time, he even went on stage to sing. When the other girls were fighting to sit in the front row to watch him, she was lying in bed pitifully like now.

Park Hae-sung coughed a few times. Han Chuxia, who was watching TV outside the room, came in and asked if she wanted to drink water.

She felt that it was not strange to get sick occasionally. At least she could be taken care of by her sisters.

After drinking some water, Park Hae-sung thought that since she had nothing to do, she might as well watch the radio. When she turned on the radio, she saw that the second part had ended.

Zhengzai?

He held his phone and tapped on the screen as if he was replying to a message.

When he stopped, Park Hae-sung received a message.

It was from Zhengzai?.

"Sore muscles?

Did you exercise?

When you were sick? "

Zhengzai?

He kept looking at the screen. When he saw that the message was read, he pursed his lips.

After waiting for a while, he locked the screen of his phone and put it on the table in front of him.

When the screen lit up, he immediately reached for it and laughed.

"How is it possible for someone to exercise when they're sick?

I got sick because I exercised. Sure enough, I'm still suitable for an unhealthy life. "Park Hae-sung replied and sent a sticker that rolled her eyes.

"You got sick because you caught a cold, right?

Don't blame exercise. It's good for you to exercise more.

Are you watching the radio? "

"Of course not. I'm not someone who loves work that much." Park Hae-sung replied and switched back to the radio broadcast software. Only Zhengzai? could be seen.

The top of his head.

He was truly envious of the amount of hair he had.

And he seemed to be returning recently, so his hair color was a little different. But it was very suitable for Zhengzai?.

These words were quite meaningless.

After all, other than his green hair when he debuted, he looked good with all the other colors dyed.

Park Hae-sung looked at Zhengzai?

Pak Ya-yeon beside her. She was also holding her phone and chatting with someone.

She frowned and couldn't help but send a message to her to focus on work.

Pak Ya-yeon smiled when she received it. At the beginning of the third part, she said that Hae-sung Augny was also watching their radio broadcast when she was sick and felt pressured to do well.

Zhengzai?

Seemed to be in a good mood. He said that he hoped that Star D could recover soon and that the listeners should pay attention to keeping warm.

She should sleep early.

Park Hae-sung exited the radio broadcast and lay flat on her back to look at the ceiling.

Park Hae-sung thought that she would be in a daze for a while before falling asleep. She didn't expect that she would fall asleep after she adjusted her position.

But because of the cold and fever, she didn't sleep very well.

She had a dream. She dreamed that she fell sick during the school festival in junior high.

Why didn't she see Zhengzai??? at that time.

She felt sorry for the live performance. Zhengzai???

Compared to this, she was more concerned about why she was sick for a week.

After she recovered and went back to school, Zhengzai??

He found an opportunity to hold a one-person fan meeting for her, and then they got together.

Thinking about it this way, Zhengzai???

This person was indeed old and had learned a lot of ways to trick young girls.

After all, any girl in that kind of situation couldn't help but say, "I'm here.

Senior, I like you. It's quite understandable. "

And the one who was shocked by the sudden confession and sang the wrong words?

Senior, on the other hand, agreed with red ears.

When Park Hae-sung woke up, her mind was still thinking about that scene. She habitually picked up her phone and saw that it was almost dawn.

Zhengzai????

After she fell asleep, he sent her another message.

"It's very late. Rest early. Goodnight."

He looked so mature, but the stickers he liked to use were of young girls. Was it because of his teammates?

Park Hae-sung thought that it was better to reply, but then she thought that the other party must be asleep at this time.

And as an artist, most people wouldn't turn off the notification sound, and that person would be easily woken up when sleeping.

Her finger that was pressing on the screen paused, then she scrolled up.

Previously, it was the first time the two of them chatted after meeting again. Park Hae-sung felt that half of her brain might have been damaged because of the high fever.

She had already made up her mind to maintain a safe and suitable distance with the other party.

She covered her face and felt that she was being too paranoid. It was just a normal contact between colleagues. There was no need to be so uptight.

After resting at home for three days, she had basically recovered. But she still had a runny nose and cough, and her nasal sound was quite obvious.

She sat on the floor of the practice room, wrapped in a jacket, and watched Shangke lying on the floor writing rap lyrics.

Recently, the malicious editing program had probably found its conscience, or realized that such nonsense would not increase the popularity and viewership ratings, and would only be scolded. Therefore, it was aired normally. Furthermore, Shang Ke had also started to relax, and her performance was getting better and better.

"Can't you watch something else?

Look at me, I can't write anything. "

"Don't push the blame to me for your lack of inspiration." Park Hae-sung sniffed. "Fine, let me see if our Ya-yeon is working seriously."

Pak Ya-yeon was the MC of a music relaxation program not long ago. She was working with a newcomer actor who had recently become a hot topic.

Park Hae-sung didn't usually watch live broadcasts. She only watched Pak Ya-yeon's photos and personal clips.

Park Hae-sung looked at Pak Ya-yeon, who was smiling brightly with the actor, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

She frowned and coughed a few times. She wanted to say something to Shangke, but she heard the sound of the door opening and saw Song Zhen coming in with a glass of water. In the end, she didn't say what she wanted to say.

"Is your other program going to be broadcast?" Park Hae-sung asked Shangke, who was still muttering rhymes.

She didn't even raise her head and said, "It's going to be broadcast next week. Remember to watch the live broadcast. Love you heart."

"I'm not watching the live broadcast. You don't listen to my radio station every day."

"If you don't want to watch it, then forget it. Song Zhen will definitely watch it. She watches Ya-yeon host and listens to your radio station when she's free."

Song Zhen didn't say anything. She just sat beside Park Hae-sung and yawned lazily. When she turned her head, she saw Park Hae-sung staring straight at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Park Hae-sung shook her head.

Song Zhen felt a little baffled. He asked Shang Ke if there was anything interesting about the filming of the show where a large group of people lived together.

"Recently … it's been quite interesting. That kid is really funny."

"You're only three years older than him. You call him kid every day." Park Hae-sung stood up and couldn't help but sneeze twice.

"It seems that someone is thinking about you."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Park Hae-sung felt the phone in her hand vibrate. She was shocked when she saw the surname in the contact column. When she saw the full name, she helplessly replied.

"Who is it?"