Lin Tian and Jiang Pan Die returned to the backstage.

Jiang Pan Die is a big star, and when dealing with enthusiastic fans usually, she has quite a few methods. She has a retinue of eight bodyguards, all of whom are taller than Lin Tian by about half a head.

This is even when there are no fans backstage. If they were outside, the protective measures might be even more extensive.

This isn’t about being a diva; it’s the company’s protective measures for her. After all, as a public figure, it’s better to have fewer hassles.

It’s also because of this protection from the company that it’s generally very difficult for ordinary people to get her autograph photo; only at signing events is there a chance.

"I didn’t expect it, but you sing really well. Do you often practice my songs?" Jiang Pan Die said with a smile, patting Lin Tian on the shoulder.

Jiang Pan Die’s personality is very simple, gentle with a touch of pride, and very assertive. Also, because she loves esports, she easily gets along with the guys.

This shoulder patting action is just a joke between friends in her eyes.

Lin Tian shook his head, "I’ve never practiced, just listened a few times."

"Didn’t expect you to enjoy boasting as well." Jiang Pan Die said with pride, pouting. She can barely sing the songs she composed herself, yet this guy is such a show-off.

Lin Tian did not offer further explanation; there was no way to explain it.

"Also, I signed my name on this lion hip-hop outfit before, you said you’d give it to a friend, but you’re wearing it yourself. Gotcha? Just admit it, you’re my fan." Jiang Pan Die said teasingly with a sweet smile, seemingly quite pleased.

Lin Tian was dumbfounded, it was just a coincidence, never thought it would lead to a misunderstanding by Jiang Pan Die.

"I’m not your fan, I requested your autograph for a friend." Lin Tian said.

"Tsk, what a liar, who believes you." Jiang Pan Die rolled her eyes. He’s wearing the clothes with her autographed name; can’t deny that.

"If you’re not my fan, then why are you following me now? Go back." Jiang Pan Die said with a smile.

Lin Tian shook his head, saying seriously, "My dressing room is along the way to your lounge, can’t I walk on the same path? Plus, those people outside are sure to block me. I don’t have bodyguards like you, so I’m sticking with you to escape the trouble."

"Pff..." Jiang Pan Die laughed, "That’s such a lame reason. So will you want to go to my lounge later?"

Lin Tian shook his head, "No need. When you get to the lounge, I’ll head to my makeup room."

"Hmm?" Jiang Pan Die looked puzzled for a moment before reacting, "You don’t want to take advantage of such a good opportunity to be with your idol?"

Lin Tian rolled his eyes again. "Sis, I told you I’m not your fan. If I went to your lounge for shelter, would I have to sleep there at night too?"

Jiang Pan Die’s big eyes widened, and she uttered in jest, "You’re so vulgar, give you some sunshine and you want to be brilliant."

Lin Tian shrugged indifferently, "I meant just staying for one night. Where did your thoughts go? Didn’t expect your mind to be so dirty."

"I...I’ll beat you!" Jiang Pan Die raised her little pink fist as if to hit, but Lin Tian dodged to one side and waved his hand, leaving with a "Goodbye" and then quickly running away.

"This jerk!" Jiang Pan Die gritted her teeth, shaking her fist. Then suddenly, she thought of something and burst out laughing again, "This fool got blocked so badly by fans, too stupid."

Tong was following behind Jiang Pan Die, her expression not looking good, "Pan Die, even Mr. Wang is afraid of Lin Tian. His backing must be very strong, how could you recklessly invite him on stage? And just now teasing him like that? What if it annoys him and he retaliates?"

Jiang Pan Die’s happy mood was turned sour by this remark.

"Tong, you’re living too cautiously. Do you think Lin Tian looks like he’d retaliate?" Jiang Pan Die rolled her eyes.

"Better safe than sorry, Pan Die. I keep saying you should play fewer games. You’re still too naive." Tong said earnestly.

Jiang Pan Die was silent, feeling the generational gap between herself and Tong was simply too wide to communicate.

...

After parting ways with Jiang Pan Die, Lin Tian quickly found a bathroom, relieved himself, and then put on a human skin mask, also removing the hip-hop jacket and wearing a long-sleeve shirt as he went out.

The school was no longer an option, and anyway, Lin Tian had left the hospital two days ago and couldn’t stop worrying about Liou Qingcheng, so he drove straight to the hospital.

When he returned to Liou Qingcheng’s ward, Yan Xinrou was sitting on the sofa, looking at company documents. While she chose to accompany her daughter during this time, important documents still needed her personal signature.

"Lin Tian, did you record the video of dancing tonight?" Yan Xinrou asked.

Lin Tian sat by Liou Qingcheng’s bedside and replied, "I didn’t record, but you should be able to see it on the school’s website tomorrow."

"How was the dance?"

"I’m quite satisfied with it myself, plus I sang two songs with Jiang Pan Die."

"Jiang Pan Die?" Yan Xinrou sat up straight upon hearing this name, "Is she pretty?"

"A big star, what do you think?"

"Hmph, Qingcheng just fell ill, and you’re out having fun with other women. Oh, men."

Lin Tian had no idea how to handle this judgmental mother-in-law, he could only face her with a forced smile and say, "Mom, that’d be called having fun, just sang two songs. If I were having fun, would I still be able to come back to the hospital tonight?"

Yan Xinrou thought for a moment, indeed, as soon as he finished his business at school, he came straight over, quite reliable.

Thinking this, Yan Xinrou didn’t say more, just lowered her head, continuing to focus on the documents.

Lin Tian also remained silent, instead, he held Liou Qingcheng’s slightly cool hand, continuously channeling Spiritual Qi into her body.

Although Shu Xuanyi said spiritual qi was useless for her condition, Lin Tian knew it was beneficial for the body.

Now, Liou Qingcheng relies mainly on nutritional liquids and fluid foods for sustenance, while spiritual qi has a little nourishing effect.

Probably because of the spiritual qi, Liou Qingcheng’s complexion isn’t as pale as the previous days, appearing more rosy and plump. Lin Tian touched her hand, it still felt as gentle as before.

It’s also because Liou Qingcheng’s condition is gradually improving that Lin Tian had the mind to attend the evening event, since he had promised Zhou Mi previously.

During this period, Lin Tian also had people keeping an eye on the ancient medicine market, ready to purchase the ’Linglong Dice’ at any cost once it appears.

Unfortunately, in the regular market, there’s simply no sight of Linglong Dice. As for other rare medicinal materials, there are none either.

Therefore, Lin Tian cast his gaze further, setting his eyes on the ancient martial arts families.

They undoubtedly have such spirit medicine!