Chapter 140 We've also started studying.

Getting Jin He to regain his appetite was really difficult. He already had a poor appetite because he was sick, and there were many foods he couldn't eat. Usually, when An Yi asked him what he wanted to eat for lunch, Jin He would answer "apple" or peach.

Then, right under Jin He's nose, An Yi chopped the fruits and vegetables into pieces, put them into the blender, and blended them into a paste with a "whoosh".

As a result, Jin He would vomit after eating, and now she would subconsciously want to lose her temper whenever she wanted to eat. Her temper was so bad that Jin Miao didn't dare to approach her. An Yi was like a wronged child who was scolded every day.

That noon, he brought a small bowl into the ward again. Jin He saw it and tried to turn over, but she couldn't move. She silently pulled the blanket up to cover her face.

"We're having spinach and chicken stew for lunch today."

"Take your mess... and get out."

"Be good, you'll be able to eat normal food in a few more days." An Yi pulled back the blanket, revealing Jin He's face, which was flushed from holding her food. "We'll eat liquid food for a few more days, and when you're better, I'll take you to eat a mille-feuille cake. How about durian flavor?"

Jin He was helped to sit up by An Yi. He touched the vegetable paste with his lips and said, "Okay, I can have a couple of bites."

She has a bad temper, but she listens to advice.

"Jin He, let me tell you about the schedule for the next few days. There are a few tests to do tomorrow, so listen to the doctor carefully. I'll be going back to work the day after tomorrow."

Jin He had also mentioned going out to work to him, because there were still caregivers here. It was much easier for Jin He to talk to the caregivers than to An Yi about some things. Besides, An Yi wasn't completely without his own career. How could a celebrity just stay out of the public eye all the time?

What itinerary?

“A music competition, and you’re going to be a judge.” An Yi fed Jin He expressionlessly. “You’ll have to listen to those auto-tuned, off-key performances again. Your heart is about to stop all day long for a few stinking bucks.”

Jin He, a genuine heart patient, reached out and pinched his side: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

An Yi cupped his slightly cool fingertips: "I was just kidding, baby."

"Go away." Jin He had eaten enough, and instinctively opened her mouth to spit it out, but An Yi pinched her mouth shut.

“You can hold on for a little while longer. Don’t keep thinking you’ll throw up right after you eat. Just forget about it,” An Yi said. “If you feel too uncomfortable, how about we make you some fruit puree?”

Jin He's beautiful eyes welled up with tears, and he shook his head: I won't eat anymore.

"If you're feeling really bad, you can take it out on me. Don't bottle it up," An Yi said. "What if you bite me?"

Jin He blinked, looking a little tired. An Yi stopped bothering him, but couldn't let him lie down immediately, so he chatted with him casually.

“Fang Xiaoke has been traveling around lately. Do you remember Si Mo? That’s right, you two aren’t very familiar with each other and have never worked together… His agency isn’t treating him well. They’re always dragging him out to run around day and night. He’s still so young. Isn’t working himself to death?”

“I want to sign him; his voice is really good.” An Yi said, his voice trailing off as he looked at Jin He and murmured, “I can’t stand by and watch someone else follow in your footsteps.”

Jin He blinked, her eyes reddening.

"What are your dreams now?" An Yi leaned closer to Jin He and asked, "Did you think about what you wanted to do when you were in school?"

Jin He shook his head.

"At the time, all I wanted was for my sister and me to have enough to eat and wear in the future."

“Then you have fulfilled your wish. Xiao Miao is doing very well now. Apart from often crying because her brother is not well, she is always happy.”

That's great.

"And what about you?"

"I'm very happy too."

An Yi reached out and grasped Jin He's slightly cool fingertips, rubbed them together in his hand, and murmured, "Little liar... So, do you have any clear plans for your future?"

"Live well." Jin He lowered her eyes. "If possible... show your face often, don't disappoint your fans."

“Living and living are two different things,” An Yi corrected him. “So what is your ideal life like?”

Jin He shook his head. He hadn't had many happy days either, so he had no concept of this kind of thing.

“Then just watch how I raise you,” An Yi said. “If you don’t have any dreams, we’ll take it slow, and one day we’ll find them…”

"I want to go to school," Jin He said, then seemed to realize it wasn't a good idea and quickly looked away. "It might be a little late to say this now, but I still really want to..."

"Go to school?" An Yi sat up straight and pressed for details, "You want to go to school? Do you want to take the college entrance exam?"

Jin He nodded, looking a little aggrieved: "But I don't have a high school diploma, so I can't take the college entrance examination."

Which school are you planning to apply to?

Jin He showed him her phone.

An Yi looked closely: Maritime Drama, Acting Department.

One of the top art schools in the country, a place that specializes in training actors. Wow, this kid has such big dreams!

"Isn't this a bit too unrealistic?" Jin He asked. "This was my goal when I was in high school: Peking University. My teacher said I still had a chance, but I'm too old now..."

"How could that be!" An Yi suddenly came to his senses. "You're only twenty-five, the age to work hard. I'll find you a teacher, but let's make a deal: even if you're studying, you can't overwork yourself. You're not fully recovered yet."

“I don’t need to find a teacher,” Jin He said. “I studied the textbooks for my major courses myself… I also taught myself English and politics.”

"What I need is an art exam tutor and a high school teacher. I don't have a high school diploma yet, so I should relearn the high school curriculum—there are so many subjects," Jin He said. "Look, this way I can study and act at the same time, combining practice and textbook knowledge perfectly, right? And Fu Youwu definitely has a high eye for scripts; he won't let you act in any trashy roles..."

An Yi: "..."

What do you mean by studying and filming at the same time? This brat probably doesn't have a clear understanding of his physical condition. It's exhausting to manage just one thing. But since he's unusually enthusiastic about his future, An Yi didn't dampen his spirits. He just nodded and said, "Okay."

He originally thought Jin He was just talking, and even if he was serious, he might not be in a hurry. But he never expected that the next day, Jin Miao would bring a bag of study guides into the ward.

An Yi opened it and took a look:

High School Mathematics - Trigonometric Functions

An Yi: "..."

Jin He reached out and half-collapsed on the bed: "Give me a pen. I should still remember some problem-solving strategies. Let me see if I can still solve it."

An Yi: "..."