Early the next morning.

Not surprisingly, Shintiao Xiang developed a fever.

Looking at the number of 38.5°C on the thermometer, no matter how reluctant she was, she could only honestly ask for leave from school and rest at home.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxiang. I have to go to school today too. Remember to take your medicine on time and have a good rest. I will be back as soon as I finish handling school matters!"

Serizawa Yu took the trouble to give many instructions, and then hurried to her school.

Although high school seniors are now free to choose whether to go to school or not, they still have to go to school when necessary. This is the case for Serizawa Yui today.

Having said that, the client made proper arrangements before leaving the apartment and did not leave his sick roommate alone.

Shinjoka touched the fever-reducing patch on her forehead and turned to look aside. The bedside table was filled with things that Serizawa Yu helped prepare.

From fever reducers, thermometers, tissues, sports drinks, to hot porridge kept warm in clay pots, as well as towels and basins placed on chairs.

Basically, everything a fever patient might need has been prepared for her in advance.

Shinjoka drank the antipyretic medicine, fumbled for her cell phone from under the pillow, and then put it down in disappointment.

Of course, that person didn't send her any message.

"That's right...after all, I made the president angry."

She moaned softly, with a muffled nasal sound.

In fact, she has had a cold since last night.

Rather, it's strange that I don't catch a cold after being exposed to heavy rain for so long.

She originally thought that she would get better after a night's rest, but she ended up staying up all night because she was upset, causing her condition to get worse and worse.

The original symptoms were limited to headaches and runny nose, but now they were also accompanied by sore throat and a feeling of weakness and fatigue, which dominated her body.

"call--"

Shinjoka stared blankly at the ceiling, and the breath she exhaled was more chaotic and hot than usual.

Although she had no appetite, she still ate a small bowl of porridge.

Perhaps he had expected this, but Serizawa Yui cooked rice porridge with umeboshi added. The ratio of rice to water was about 3:7.

After one bite, the thick aroma of the white porridge spreads on the tongue, and the little bit of salt added in it fully brings out the original taste of the rice.

The mixed prune meat brings a mild sour and salty taste, which not only adds to the flavor of the porridge, but also creates a wonderful balance.

Shinjoka doesn't like eating salty umeboshi, preferring this kind of slightly sweet and mildly sour umeboshi, which tastes quite refreshing.

Because Yu Serizawa carefully removed the seeds from the umeboshi before cooking, she could enjoy it without any worries.

As for why prunes are added to the white porridge, the person involved swore that it could cure colds.

Shintiao Xiang, whose brain was slightly heated, had no intention of paying attention to such baseless rumors. After drinking the porridge, he lay back on the bed rustlingly.

Under the influence of both physical and mental exhaustion, she soon gave herself up to the gradually dim sleep and fell asleep.

Faintly, the sound of someone talking and the sound of cooking could be heard in my ears.

When Shinjoka raised her heavy eyelids, the first thing that caught her eye was the plump and soft F cup.

Looking up along the stretched sweater, he saw a girl with long brown hair standing quietly by the bed and staring at her.

"……Um?"

After taking three seconds to identify the face, Shinjoka murmured and asked, "Miss S...?"

"Are you awake? Do you want some water?"

Sayu said softly, and in response to her sitting up, he poured a sports drink and handed it to her.

Shinjoka frowned and took a few sips from the cup before finally having enough energy to observe the surrounding situation.

Before I knew it, it seemed to be afternoon.

The warm sunset replaced the morning sun, dyeing the room orange-red. The crows screamed outside the window, which seemed particularly sad in the dim twilight.

Shinjoka looked at the girl beside the bed again, and exhaled a burning breath: "...Why are you here? Where is Xiao Xi?"

"Well, I came here with Asami. Ms. Serizawa asked me to take care of you first. She went to buy ingredients for dinner."

"Is that so..." Shinjouxiang pressed his forehead and asked, "...what time is it now?"

Probably because she had a good night's sleep, she felt a little better.

Sayu glanced at her phone, "It's now four-thirty in the afternoon. According to Miss Serizawa, Miss Shinjo, you probably slept for a few hours."

"Right……"

Shintiao Xiang also picked up her phone and took a look at it. She found that it was all greeting messages from friends, so she put it down again.

"Um, Miss Shinjo, have you taken your temperature?"

"I measured it once in the morning, but it hasn't happened since."

"Do you want to measure it again?"

Sayu said, handing over the thermometer and taking the cup from her hand.

Shinjoka did not refuse, calmly unbuttoned two pajama buttons, and moved the thermometer from the collarbone to the armpit.

Not long after, a vague electronic sound sounded from inside the pajamas.

I took out the thermometer and looked at it. The number 38.1°C appeared on the screen.

"Great, your body temperature is dropping nicely."

Sayu, who also saw this number, breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his shoulders slightly. "Although I still have a slight fever, it seems that I don't need to go to the hospital."

"...It seems so."

Shintiao Xiang agreed noncommittally and buttoned up her pajamas again, "I'll take the medicine again before going to bed at night. I should be almost fine tomorrow."

"Well...the drugs on the market can only relieve symptoms, but cannot eliminate the virus itself. Miss Shinjou, you still need to take a good rest and let your body's immune system work."

Faced with Sayu's words, Shinjoka tilted her head slightly. Just when she was about to say something, she heard a faint "gurgling" sound coming from her stomach.

She had only eaten a small bowl of porridge since morning, so she would inevitably feel hungry. This was purely a physiological instinct and could not be controlled.

The room was already quiet at this moment, so Sayu naturally heard the sound and immediately said:

"Well, actually I made something using the ingredients I have at home. If Miss Shinjo doesn't mind, would you like to eat some?"

"...Huh? Did you do it yourself?"

"Yes. Because Miss Serizawa said you didn't have lunch, I thought you would be hungry when you got up, so I made something without permission. Please forgive me."

"What have you done?"

"I prepared some mashed yam that can be used for rice bowl. I heard that eating this is good for your health when you are sick. I also made some miso soup...Does Miss Shinjo have any taboos?"

"I don't have any taboos, but I like sweeter things."

Hearing Shinjoka say this, Sayu's face showed a thoughtful expression.

"If that's the case...can I add some blueberry jam to the yam? But then it seems like it would become a dessert, and it would be a little weird to eat it with rice...Can I pack them separately?"

"Can."

"I understand, then I will prepare now."

After Sayu finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, then returned to the bed with the tray.

She placed the tray and the food on the bedside table, giving priority to the bowl with the mashed yam and the spoon.

"Here, please use it."

"Well, thanks."

"No, I just want to say thank you...Thank you, Miss Shinjo, for agreeing to let me join the association."

Shinjoka looked at her thoughtfully, took a spoonful of yam puree topped with blueberry jam, and put it into her mouth.

The slightly cool yam puree melts on the tip of the tongue, with a dense and delicate taste. When paired with the sweet blueberry sauce, it tastes refreshing and appetizing.

Her expression relaxed involuntarily, and she speeded up a bit to eat in small bites.

Perhaps because of concerns about nutritional balance, there wasn't much pureed yam in Sayusheng. Shinjoka quickly finished the dessert and turned his attention to the steaming miso soup.

Seeing this, Sayu thoughtfully brought over the bowl with the miso soup, and at the same time took away the empty bowl.

"If you don't mind, have a drink and watch this. I thought Ms. Shinjo might not have much appetite, so I adjusted the taste to be lighter."

Shintiao snorted, took the soup bowl and blew on it twice. The alluring aroma tempted him to take a sip.

"...delicious."

There was surprise in her eyes, and she couldn't help but praise her.

You must know that she has lived with Serizawa Yu for so long, and her taste has been developed a lot. Ordinary food cannot easily impress her.

However, this seemingly ordinary miso soup is not inferior to Xiao Xi's craftsmanship in terms of taste, and is even slightly better than it. It is really amazing.

Facing her sincere praise, Sayu had a heartfelt smile on his face and waved his hand modestly.
To be continued...