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Jiang Zuo sat up, the white towel on his forehead falling to one side, which caused a change to his eyes.

Amidst the deep and shallowness, the man from beside him brought a bowl of noodles over. "Hey, you're finally awake. Hurry and have some noodles, I bought it from the restaurant, and this time, it isn't made of waste oil."

The person speaking was his roommate who was also a teaching assistant. And it was this voice that made him realise he should wake up.

He probably really had a bad fever to have thought that Yaoyao came.

He was probably dreaming.

Jiang Zuo didn't move, he continued to lie there, raising his hands to his forehead. "I'm not hungry."

"You're not hungry again?" That man shook his head. "Young Master Jiang, you have to eat something. You might not have an appetite after the fever but look at you, I told you to eat something just now but you didn't want to have any causing the fever to worsen, if your sister hadn't…"