During the class meeting, even the class teacher Bai Ziyue said to An Xiaxia embarrassingly, "An Xiaxia, you've got to get a good rest over the weekend and get well soon."
What she said was funny for some reason and the students all burst into laughter.
"Haha, An Xiaxia is now a walking virus!"
"That's right. I wonder which one of you sitting next to her can survive this in the end."
"Sigh… My Lord Fengfeng and Lord Jiayu were both infected by her. That's so annoying!"
An Xiaxia was crying hard inside while she listened to the conversation.
She hadn't wanted to get sick either! Plus, she most certainly hadn't wanted to infect others!
In the last few days, she had been mentally tormented by the fans of Starry Night. Wherever she went, she was kindly reminded, "We couldn't care less if the cold kills you, but just don't get our dear idols infected."
An Xiaxia almost had a nervous breakdown.
