After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

That night, when he was washing by the sink, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He bent down to relieve himself for a while, then straightened up and opened the back of his clothes in front of the mirror.

There was a patch of congestion in the middle of the lower back.

Seeing this bruise, Jin Minkui's first thought was that it was at the same location as Song Shengshi's last injury, and it was Song Zaimin who caused it.

Thinking of this, Jin Minkui laughed to himself and felt that he was sick, and he was seriously ill. He had a love disease called Song Shengshi.

In the alley, Song Zaimin was beaten into a pig's head.

Hiding in the corner and shivering, he still kept cursing.

"What a pervert. You are all perverts. You all like Song Shengshi. So do you, and so does that stupid uncle."

Song Zaimin covered his face with his hands, but his words became more and more unpleasant: "What's so good about him? He just looks like a father and cares about this and that. How can he pretend to be aloof? He doesn't know that he can make a fortune just by lying there with his legs spread." Stacking money, I really don’t have enough brains, I can only come out and become an idol..."

Kim Minkyu's fist clacked, and Song Jaemin was so frightened that he fell silent.

"You talk so bad, it seems like you don't need your mouth anymore." Kim Minkyu, who was expressionless, was surprisingly very powerful.

"Let me tear it up for you and donate it to those in need."

There was a smell of irritation. Jin Minkui looked down at Song Jaemin's wet crotch and made a mocking voice: "You are as scared as an incontinent dog."

"Ah——" Song Zaimin went crazy on the spot, pushed Jin Minkui and rushed out of the alley.

Because of the momentary instability of his center of gravity, Jin Minkyu fell backwards and hit the ground heavily. His lower back was hit by a piece of wood that someone had removed from the furniture.

I didn't feel much at that time. I felt a little sore after some exercise, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I patted my butt and went to a nearby rice cake soup shop to get the ginseng chicken soup I ordered in advance.

Hearing the commotion, the store manager's aunt poked her head out from the kitchen curtain, wiped her hands and said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, you came too late today, the soup is cold, I just reheated it for you."

"Auntie, thank you!" Kim Minkyu thanked her sincerely and lifted the plastic bag on the table, which contained ginseng chicken soup in a lunch box.

"It's okay," the aunt winked at Jin Minkyu, "I prepared the soup for my girlfriend. I've been coming here for several days. This is the most nourishing and can also relieve menstrual cramps."

"No, no, not my girlfriend." Jin Minkui's legs retracted as he was about to step out of the store, and he turned around to defend himself.

"No girlfriend? That shouldn't be the case. The young man is so handsome." The aunt looked at Jin Minkui up and down doubtfully, her eyes so hot that they almost burned a hole in his body.

"I have an incompetent daughter..."

"Ah, ah, auntie, I have someone I like -" Jin Minkui was afraid that her aunt would take the wrong direction, so she immediately expressed her position firmly.

"That's it, it's a pity." The aunt smacked her lips regretfully, and finally made an encouraging gesture to Jin Minkui.

"Come on, if you work hard you will succeed!"

Kim Minkyu blushed and ran away.

When he returned to the dormitory, Kim Minkyu had almost recovered. He transferred the ginseng chicken soup to his uninjured right hand and put it on the table.

Song Shengshi was looking at the computer on the sofa. Attracted by the static, he turned around and started wailing.

“It’s ginseng chicken soup again, this is the third time this week——”

"The last physical examination report said that you are a little anemic and you need to take supplements." Jin Minkui's words were firm and could not be rejected.

"You can't drink it every day. If you drink too much, you will get angry." Song Shengshi muttered something he didn't want to do, but his body had already moved to the dining table to wait.

Jin Minkui knew what was happening behind him without looking back. He smiled, poured the ginseng chicken soup into the porcelain bowl, and poured the remaining soup into the pot to continue heating.

Song Shengshi held up her face and looked at Jin Minkui's busy back. Suddenly, he felt empathy with the girls who were obsessed with Jin Minkui in his previous life.

Who could not be fascinated by this scene?

The tall man wearing a simple white T-shirt is busy in the kitchen. Even if you complain when you are in a bad mood, he just smiles tolerantly. The bowl and spoon are on the cabinet. He raises his arm to easily open the cabinet door and take out the spoon. The T-shirt outlines the traces of muscles, making people think.

Is this guy already in this state before he even starts working out? Song Shengshi thought bitterly.

If I start exercising later... what will it be like?

When Jin Minkyu walked up to Song Shengshi with a plate of ginseng chicken soup, he found that Song Shengshi's face was a little red.

"What's wrong? The heating in the room is too high?" Jin Minkui stepped forward and touched Song Shengshi's forehead to confirm the temperature.

"No, the temperature is just right, and the chicken soup... tastes good too."

Song Shengshi lowered his head and suppressed the messy thoughts in his mind. He didn't notice at all that Jin Minkui did almost everything tonight with his unskilled right hand.

In the new dormitory, Song Shengshi was worried about a row of various supplements and vitamins in the kitchen.

The water has been boiled. Song Shengshi poured some cold water to wash away the medicine, and what the doctor said flashed through his mind.

"For Kim Minkyu now, the risk of surgery is very high, so we can only take some medicine to recover slowly, and it is best not to dance at all."

"It's almost impossible to stop him from dancing..." Song Shengshi lowered his head and looked at his palm.

"Oh, so I still think you should tell him the real situation," the doctor sighed. "In this case, even with a prosthesis, you can't move well. You can only pray to God for a miracle."

Song Shengshi asked the doctor to prescribe a symbolic amount of medicines and supplements, and if he could supplement them, he would do so.

The particles slowly disappeared in the warm whirlpool.

"Pray for a miracle..." Song Shengshi looked down at his palm and murmured to himself.

In his previous life, his hand lines were mottled and messy, and his palms were rough, which seemed to indicate his messy life. In this life, his hand lines were neat and clear, his palms were round and full, and his skin was delicate and lightly pink.

Song Shengshi smiled, wasn't he the biggest miracle in the world? He knew what to do.

He took out a small fruit knife from the side and quickly made a cut on his index finger.

Blood beads emerged along the wound.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to move towards the open water glass, one hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the other hand restrained his waist from behind.