"What’s up?" Nangong Lin raised an eyebrow, "Mr. John, do you need sothing?"
"Miss, please don’t be so formal." John was startled and hastily bowed, "Just call John from now on."
"Oh." Nangong Lin scratched her head, "Is there sothing you need from ?"
"Well, sort of." John cautiously replied, "His Highness is on a drip."
"Huh?" Nangong Lin raised her eyebrows in surprise, "A drip? Why?"
Wasn’t he fine when we got back just now? Oh, wait, he did look a bit pale, but this is kind of baffling.
He didn’t do anything, why would he suddenly need that?
"It’s like this." John respectfully answered, "His Highness has always followed the most scientific routine for his eating habits since he was young, which has developed into the habit of precise food intake and a stable sleep schedule. As a result, his stomach has beco particularly delicate and sensitive. Eating a little more or a little less can make him uncomfortable.
He especially can’t overeat, as overeating increases the strain on his stomach, so..."
Nangong Lin scratched her head, sowhat understanding, and blinked innocently, "John, didn’t he skip breakfast? Five sticks of fried dough and two cups of soy milk seem fine for a man, I think."
Nangong Lin was sowhat twisting the truth, mainly because she didn’t want to take the bla, so she shrugged it off if she could.
"His Highness already ate." John quickly responded, "He ate when he saw you before leaving."
Nangong Lin: "Ah, what, that early?"
It was no later than six when she left, and he had already eaten!
As you know, it’s autumn now, the weather is cooling down, and there was even a thin mist this morning. It’s surprising that Alvin wakes up earlier than the chickens.
"Yes. His Highness’s schedule is always very precise." John respectfully replied, "He gets up at five-thirty in the morning to practice singing and exercising, has breakfast at six, lunch at twelve, dinner at five in the afternoon, a snack at eight in the evening, goes to bed at nine-thirty, and falls asleep by ten."
Nangong Lin: "!!!"
Such a miraculous routine!!
He’s practically a god, ticulous to the point of being terrifying, sweat.
If soone like her hangs around until one or two in the morning not sleeping and doesn’t get up until eleven or twelve, should she be dragged out and shot?
If she were to live with Alvin in the future, would she start her nightlife just as he was snoring away, and Alvin would be up practicing with "oh oh oh ah ah ah" when she couldn’t get up no matter what?
Sweat.
"Well, it seems your Highness has quite a regular life." Nangong Lin laughed dryly.
"Yes." John nodded, almost ntioning that ti when a drunken Nangong Lin was taken care of by Alvin until midnight. Fortunately, the ti difference played a part, and Alvin didn’t feel it was a big deal because he was adjusting to the ti zone.
"Then doesn’t your Highness have to adjust to the ti zone when coming from B Country to the Empire?" Nangong Lin asked in surprise.
"Yes." John nodded, "Although his Highness’s routine is exceptionally regular, he’s particularly adept at adjusting to ti zones."
Speaking of this, John couldn’t help but admire Alvin, who was exceptionally skilled at adjusting to ti zones.
If he had already slept in B Country and ca to the Empire when it was night, he could still sleep again!
"Oh, oh." Nangong Lin nodded, "So, what you an by coming to see is to ask not to give your Highness any more food in the future?"
John: "..."
Why does it feel like Miss Nangong has gone off track?
What does she an by not giving His Highness food in the future?
Sigh, the logic of Miss Nangong is always a beat slower for him.
"I didn’t an that." John hastily explained, "I just wanted to inform Miss Nangong, and also, I would like to invite you over to see His Highness, he’s currently on a drip."
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