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

The next day, they boarded a flight back to the country smoothly.

After all, Kpop is a small and niche circle. Although Chinese fans account for the largest proportion of the overall fan base, compared with the country's huge population base, there is actually nothing to watch.

In Xu Minghao's words, even though they have begun to shine in Korea, compared with various actors, artists and local groups in China, they are still like a gray stone.

What they need most now is a domestic variety show that can discover them from their dull state, fish them out, and with a little polish, they can turn into a beautiful, sparkling diamond.

However, the current situation also has its advantages. First of all, there is settlement every quarter, and each member's annual salary for group activities alone is more than 500,000, not to mention personal schedules and copyright royalties.

I haven't reached the level of a top star, so I'm still relatively free. When I occasionally meet fans on the street, I'll ask for their autographs, take photos with them, and treat them to meals.

Generally, you won't meet them because they leave the company at 11 or 12 o'clock every day, and sometimes we go to dinner parties when the store is closing.

So this time when I returned to China, the company bought me a first-class ticket. I walked through the VIIP channel to the underground parking lot, and then arranged domestic pick-up and drop-off. No bodyguards were sent to accompany me.

They were not the first to leave South Korea. The first to return home was Joshua Hong Ji-soo.

His flight was quite tight, it was at around seven in the morning, so we all went to Incheon Airport to see him off at around five.

Everyone stayed up late the night before and drank a lot during the farewell party, except for Song Shengshi who had a few drinks and then fell asleep.

The others were chatting and singing until almost three o'clock, and then I took a short nap and was woken up by the agent at around five o'clock and taken to the airport together.

It was a very mysterious feeling. When sending Joshua off, Song Shengshi waved goodbye. They would meet again in eight days, but he still felt a little sad.

"Too cool." Song Shengshi muttered, lowering his head as he looked at Hong Zhixiu's back dragging the box.

"Shengshi." The gentle voice swept across Song Shengshi's ear like a gust of wind.

When Song Shengshi looked up, he was embraced by a warm embrace.

The light and warm woody scent of cedar surrounded him, and Hong Zhixiu came back.

"I forgot to tell you, Happy New Year, my Shengshi."

Song Shengshi's heart skipped a beat.

Until he boarded his flight at nine o'clock, Song Shengshi was still in a daze.

The first-class cabin had two seats in a row, and Wen Junhui was sitting next to me. Although he lived in Shenzhen, he wanted to travel with Song Shengshi, so we booked tickets to Baiyun Airport together. After leaving the airport, it was quite fast to take the highway to his home in Shenzhen.

Song Shengshi didn't talk much on the way. He either closed his eyes to rest or called Wen Junhui to eat at mealtime. He stayed out too late last night and today he seemed to have droopy eyelids and looked sleepy all the way.

The two chatted for a while about an hour after takeoff, which means Hao might have arrived home by now.

I really envy.

When he got down to earth and heard the Cantonese broadcast after the English broadcast on the radio, Song Shengshi finally felt a sense of reality.

Finally going home.

I came back once during the tour, but because I was in a hurry and had to work every day for three days, I didn’t feel anything special.

This time I didn't have any work to do and I went home to spend the whole time with my family. But I felt a little overwhelmed.

After leaving the airport, he and Wen Junhui separated.

He took a car back to the city from the highway. When the car started to move, Song Shengshi was in the back seat, with his head against the window looking at his own reflection.

The image of Hong Zhixiu and his hug flashed through my mind again.

The sound of his voice, the smell of him.

And the sentence "Happy New Year, my Shengshi."

Song Shengshi lowered his head and cursed softly, his bangs slightly covering his cheeks, and his face turned red quietly in a place where no one could see.