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

"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival."

Hearing Yoon Jeonghan's voice, Song Shengshi raised his head from the huge amount of documents, a little dazed.

After that day, in order to prepare for the last public live report of "Scientific Research Trainee", Song Shengshi had one more thing to do every day - that is to quickly catch up on college humanities professional knowledge and other related academic papers in the same field as that paper. Although he had just recorded a Mid-Autumn Festival greeting last week, he forgot about it as soon as he got busy.

Fortunately, he had solid basic skills in his previous life, so this time he felt like he was reawakening his knowledge instead of learning it from scratch.

Even if the video is played at 6 times the speed, he can still keep up and light up the dark nodes of knowledge in his mind.

I just feel a little regretful sometimes. Who still remembers that he originally wanted to create a character that hates studying?

"Take a short break." Yin Jinghan's tone was calm, but his hands quickly took the tablet from Song Shengshi's hand and turned it off, then put something in a plastic bag in Song Shengshi's hand.

“Eh… This is… a mooncake!” Song Shengshi stared at the packaging bag with familiar Chinese characters written on it.

“It’s still lotus paste with double yolk!” Song Shengshi didn’t know how to translate this sentence, so he looked up at Yoon Jeonghan out of habit.

Yoon Jeonghan said the Korean word for lotus paste, but got stuck at the double yolk.

“dou...double?” Yoon Jeonghan doubled for a long time without any result, so he decided to change the subject.

"It's a lotus seed paste mooncake with two egg yolks. I bought it on the way to the Chinese Supermarket. Come and try it and see if it tastes right."

Song Shengshi said thank you, then went to the kitchen to get a small fruit knife, divided it into many pieces, then picked up a piece with a toothpick and put it in his mouth.

It was as sweet as ever, but that was indeed the taste of mooncake, and it was also a taste that Song Shengshi didn't like very much.

but……

There is only one Chinese Super League in Gangnam District, Seoul. When he first came to Korea and was not used to the food here, he often went there. It is on the way to the practice room in the small green house, but it is completely different from the new building.

"...delicious!" Song Shengshi tried hard to lick off the lotus paste stuck on his palate, and then commented against his will.

Yoon Jeonghan is extremely sensitive, so how could he not see Song Shengshi's true thoughts?

He sighed, patted Song Shengshi's head, and said in a gentle voice: "You know I'm not just here to hear you say this, right?"

Song Shengshi was silent for a while, then picked up a piece with a toothpick and stuffed it into Yoon Jeonghan's mouth.

Yoon Jeonghan's upper palate was also stuck, and he licked it for a long time.

"This thing is too sweet. I didn't like it when I was in China." Song Shengshi looked into Yoon Jeonghan's eyes and told the truth.

"But I like this..."

"Jeonghan, you are the first person who gave me mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The Song Sheng family, in both their previous life and this life, did not seem to care much about these things. They had no relatives in Guangzhou, so they did not need to worship their ancestors on Qingming Festival, nor did they need to visit relatives during the Spring Festival.

In Song Shengshi's memory, it seemed that he had only celebrated his birthday a few times when he was in kindergarten in his previous life. After he went to elementary school, his family never celebrated his birthday again. He didn't know whether they forgot or they didn't have the energy to prepare.

Song Qingyue's birthday had always been celebrated, and classmates would be invited to her home. However, after one time at Song Qingyue's birthday party, Song's father had a huge argument with Song's mother over the family savings in front of her classmates, and they almost came to blows. Since then, Song Qingyue has never invited classmates to her home again.

Song Shengshi was attending evening self-study at that time. Because the weather was getting colder, he had a fever and a splitting headache. He was drowsy and almost didn't finish his homework. When he returned to the dormitory at night, he received a call from Song Qingyue on the landline in the dormitory building.

The little girl cried and choked up, saying that her parents had quarreled and broke many things...

Song Shengshi's hands drooped weakly, and finally he sighed and said, "Qingyue, go back to your room and hide, don't worry about anything else..."

"Go to bed early. Don't you have to go to school tomorrow morning?"

Song Qingyue slowly calmed down. After a long time, she hummed and hung up the phone.

Song Shengshi was exhausted both physically and mentally that day and forgot that it was Song Qingyue's birthday. Song Qingyue usually invited friends to her home to celebrate, and she was still waiting for her brother's birthday wishes.

Song Qingyue's self-esteem was shattered by her parents in front of her friends on her birthday, and her brother also forgot her birthday.

Later, Song Shengshi came to his senses and made up for the gift, feeling a little guilty, but Song Shengshi had almost wrapped himself up at that time. He could hardly remember even his own birthday, let alone others?

Even if that person is your blood sister.

This life is not too different from the previous life in this regard. Song Sheng's family still has no habit of celebrating festivals. In the previous life, everyone was worried about themselves and responded to everything else with indifference.

In this life, everyone is very busy.

Song Shengshi's mother is a government official. In recent years, she has participated in a lot of training and completed several major projects. She has been promoted to the vice-ministerial level. Song Shengshi's father travels around the country to manage his branches.

Song Qingyue's time was almost 12 hours behind theirs, so she basically replied to the messages incorrectly.

The only remaining connection between the family of four is the small family group of four in the mobile phone.

There is also the group chat of the Seventeen Parents Committee, which is also related in some way...

Song Shengshi doesn't like eating mooncakes.

When I was in college, the school released cultural and creative mooncakes, which were quite expensive at 15 yuan each. Song Shengshi felt like celebrating the festival for the first time in a long time, so he bought one and took it back to the dormitory.

I couldn't stand the sweetness after eating half of it, but when I thought that the remaining half was worth 7.5 yuan, almost the price of a whole meal, I forced myself to finish it.

Then he never ate mooncakes again. Song Shengshi's mother would occasionally send him mooncakes, and when he worked in Xu Mo's logistics company, mooncakes would be distributed during festivals, but he gave them away as favors. When he was in college, he would give them to seniors in the same laboratory. After he started working, they were just neighbors, and he never ate them on his own initiative again.

In this life... he did have some memories of celebrating holidays with a family of four going out to eat together, but it didn't last long. From the day he decided to come to Korea, everything changed. Everyone began to learn to spread their wings and fly high.

Without the pressure from life, they can fly freely in their respective fields and fly higher and farther.

Song Shengshi didn’t know whether this was good or bad, but at the moment, it seemed pretty good.

"This is exactly the same mooncake I ate in China. It always reminds me of things in the past." Song Shengshi suddenly felt that things had changed and there was a hint of vicissitudes in his eyes.

"What? Why did I suddenly get old? Does mooncake have this effect?" Yoon Jeonghan's joke brought Song Shengshi out of his emotions. He grabbed Yoon Jeonghan's shoulders and pulled him into his arms, then took a deep breath.

Mmm! Exactly the same shower gel smell!

Nothing new, so bland

"I'm not as fond of fragrance as Joshua, so you go and smell his~" Yoon Jeonghan muttered sourly, hugged Song Shengshi back, and felt the person in his arms gradually relax.

"Jeonghan, thank you." Song Shengshi said suddenly. He didn't look at Yoon Jeonghan, but just stared at the ceiling, patting Yoon Jeonghan's back gently with his hand.

"Although you are sometimes mean to me, I have to admit that you are really the kindest and most considerate person in the entire Seventeen..."

"Let's just say you've coaxed me." Yoon Jeonghan smiled happily and kissed Song Shengshi on the face.

"Thank you too, Seventeen." Song Shengshi relaxed and realized how tense he was, which actually affected his efficiency. However, Jeonghan could always detect his abnormal condition and pull him out in time.

“Thank you for what?” Yoon Jeonghan asked casually.

"Everything." Song Shengshi felt the sleepiness gradually rising in his body and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the door was slammed open and there was a noisy sound at the door. Members in the room came out rubbing their eyes. Kim Min-kyu, Choi Seung-cheol and Lee Ji-hoon were standing at the door with large and small bags in their hands, greeting the members like the heads of the family.

"Children, come out quickly, Wen Junhui said he would cook hot pot tonight!"

"Members, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Song Shengshi repeated to himself three times, "Hold on, you can't beat him", and stood up after calming himself down. Yoon Jeonghan had already walked to the entrance and took the bag, sighing as he checked it.

"Wow! Beef shank! Wow! Beef rolls! Wow! Baby cabbage! Wow! Tempura! Wow! Giant prawns!"

I don't know where Li Can's laughter burst out from, and the air was filled with Korean occasionally mixed with a few words of English and Chinese.

Everyone gathered together on the 120th floor, which is less than 6 square meters, to celebrate the festival in their most comfortable state.

happy mid-Autumn Festival!

[Author's words]: I feel that the writing is a bit upside down, I don't know how to describe this feeling, everyone just make do with it, because the timing is just right, I might as well write a Mid-Autumn Festival special