You Are My Gravity

The training base was closed, it was early morning.

In the dance practice room, Qin Zheng collapsed first, his consciousness a bit blurred.

Chen Mo knelt and sat beside him, looking worried.

He touched Qin Zheng’s forehead and was very worried: "Qin Zheng, your forehead is too hot, and the temperature must be as high as thirty-eight or ninety-nine, so if this continues, I will find someone to take you to the hospital. ..."

Qin Zheng shook his head and said that he would not go over: "Tomorrow is the last day of performance, I'm fine, just stick to tomorrow..."

Qin Zheng's voice was hoarse, with deep fatigue.

His body has reached its limit, and he really can't hold it anymore.

Chen Mo was very angry, and said, "What about the last performance? Did you not need your body for the performance? The fever was still low two days ago, but now the fever is so high, how can this work."

Since the first two days, Qin Zheng has been feverish, and has continued to have a low-grade fever, and his throat has also become irritated. He has been groggy.

Chen Mo wanted to ask Qin Zheng for leave, but he refused. He didn't agree with the election manager, let alone telling his tutor.

I just drink some boiled water by myself every day, not even taking anti-fever medicine.

And I work hard every day from morning to night, and sleep for 4 hours at most.

Chen Mo looked helpless and said to Qin Zheng many times, but he didn't agree and always said it was all right.

As a result, it is now low firing to high firing.

Chen Mo became angry and couldn't help but yelled: "This time, no matter what you say, I won't listen to you. You must go to the hospital. If you continue to burn, you will be stupid."

Qin Zheng shook his head and said, "No, it's not that serious. I will take a good rest tonight. It's really... I'll get better soon, soon... Believe me, Chen Mo... We are in a group, the last It doesn’t matter how I rank in the performance, but...there are others, I don’t want to delay others..."

Chen Mo was annoyed that he really wanted to punch Qin Zheng. This kid, at this time, still thinks of others.

But none of the people in their group really cared about Qin Zheng's body.

Qin Zheng had already had a low-grade fever two days earlier, but they just told Qin Zheng, drink plenty of hot water and take a break, and then they said that the final results of their group will depend on him, and let him be sure. To adhere.

Chen Mo really wants to sigh now, if you are really capable one by one, do you still need to keep up with Qin Zheng's popularity?

If you don't have the strength, what if you get a bit of heat? Fans are not in vain, they all have eyes and are capable of seeing who else is.

Now that Qin Zheng has been burnt to the present, he still refuses to go to the hospital, he has to do with them. If they hadn't kept pushing the pressure on Qin Zheng, Qin Zheng wouldn't have felt that he was carrying the hope of the whole group and refused to go to the hospital.

Chen Mo got angry just thinking about it.

Chen Mo's delicate and tender face was full of seriousness. He said, "Qin Zheng, I can't control that much. You are my good friend. I can't watch you do this. I don't care. You have to go to the hospital. At least If you want to get a fever shot, maybe tomorrow will be fine. The more you drag it now, the worse..."

"Chen Mo..." Qin Zheng called his name,

Chen Mo pushed his hand, "Just leave it alone, you are a sick person, so what do you do?"

Chen Mo didn't care about rankings, and Qin Zheng didn't care about the same.