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

In fact, after seeing the strange message last time, Song Shengshi found someone to track the IP address of this ID.

At that time, network security was not particularly good, and I don’t know if it was because South Korea didn’t pay much attention to it or for some other reason.

We found domestic programmers who easily broke through the firewall and implanted a monitor into that device to monitor its movements on the network.

The first investigation report obtained was this person's shopping record, which looked very familiar. It was exactly the same as the luxury goods Song Zaimin had recently worn, and the chronological order was also consistent.

Song Shengshi happened to be in the room when he received the report on his mobile phone.

I got up, opened a drawer next to it, and after a little digging around, I saw a bunch of familiar things, and I took two photos inside.

Because he has to live broadcast every day recently, Song Zaimin took off all his luxury goods and put them in this cabinet.

Just after the filming, Song Zaimin pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw Song Shengshi standing in front of the cabinet, he immediately ran over in a panic, pushed the drawer back, and then glared at Song Shengshi.

"Why are you just rummaging through my things? Even if you are a brother, you can't do this!"

"Where did those things come from?" Song Shengshi grabbed Song Zaimin who was about to leave and asked.

"What does it have to do with you if someone else gave it to me?"

"It's none of my business," Song Shengshi pulled Song Zaimin back and stared into his eyes seriously.

Said: "We are about to debut, we can't make any deviations, please return all inappropriate gifts quickly, it will be terrible if you are found."

Song Zaimin's eyes were darting wildly, and he looked a little guilty.

"Debut, so what if you make a debut? Large groups just have no future for development. If you make a debut and don't have fans, why don't you just remain confused?"

"Huh?" Song Shengshi was stunned, "Did you also hear the content of the meeting that day?"

Song Zaimin was suddenly excited and grabbed Song Shengshi's wrist with all his strength, a look of madness on his face.

Song Shengshi frowned in pain and looked at Song Zaimin dissatisfied.

"Yes, I heard it all. I know that if we don't achieve results this time, the entire project will be canceled. Why not take advantage of now to accumulate our own popularity, so that everyone can have a way out even if the project is canceled."

Song Zaimin walked forward step by step, forcing Song Shengshi into the corner.

"Song Shengshi, come hang out with me. You don't know how popular you are. Everyone wants to see you every day. Come hang out with me. I guarantee that you will be popular and drink spicy food in the future."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Shengshi couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Song Zaimin away and walked out.

When he walked to the door, Song Shengshi turned around and said, "This is the only chance. Song Zaimin, don't go the wrong way."

Song Zaimin stood there with his head lowered, his expression unreadable.

Seeing this, Song Shengshi felt that there was no need to persuade him anymore. The reason why svt was unable to debut in 13 years was already obvious. He looked down at the wrists of both hands, which showed the traces left by Song Zaimin's excitement just now.

In fact, there is no need to persuade him at all, because Song Zaimin himself did not choose svt.

Song Shengshi put away the expression on his face and thought to himself that he was such a good person. He pulled down the sleeves of his sweatshirt to cover the traces and walked out of the room.

After leaving the room, Jin Minkyu was making ramen and asked Song Shengshi if he wanted to eat. Song Shengshi happened to be hungry, so he asked Jin Minkyu to pick out a portion before adding the hot sauce and add only a little bit of spiciness. The turkey sauce they had was too spicy.

Jin Minkyu nodded to indicate that the reception was successful, and casually asked Song Shengshi and Song Jaemin what they were talking about in the room, and the voice was quite loud.

"Oh," Song Shengshi thought for a moment, "It's not a good thing to say."

"You two had a fight? Why?"

"You should know in a few days." Song Shengshi held his chin and looked at Jin Minkui mixing noodles, while teasing: "We Minkui are so virtuous, I don't know which little girl will take advantage of him in the future~"

"...Brother Shengshi, although I call you brother, I am actually older than you," Jin Minkui made a dissatisfied voice, "I want to give you double the turkey sauce."

Two days later, Song Shengshi provided the compiled and collected materials to Representative Jin. Representative Jin also believed that the matter was very serious and asked Song Shengshi to keep quiet for now. The company's superiors would discuss how to deal with Song Zaimin.

Although he was a little worried about whether the company would do something evil based on this, Song Shengshi had already done all he could do, and he didn't really want to continue to care about this matter, so he simply ignored it.

After leaving Representative Jin's office, Song Shengshi raised his hand and looked at it. The traces left by Song Zaimin two days ago had disappeared.

Suddenly I felt a bit like an executioner, knowing clearly what would happen to the other person.

However, it must be done, just because you know it, so you have to do it.

Song Shengshi suppressed the guilt in his heart and walked to the practice room resolutely.

Although it was said that the follow-up would be left to fate, Song Shengshi never had a chance to react to the unexpected events of fate.

On the night when they went to Representative Wanjin’s office, Song Shengshi and Quan Yuanyou went to a convenience store to eat together. Quan Yuanyou ate not as fast as Song Shengshi. After Song Shengshi finished eating, she was thinking of calling Song Qingyue to ask about the situation. The signal in the store was not very good. I went out to the convenience store and stood talking on the phone.

It was snowing, and every tree on the roadside was hung with beautiful string lights and Christmas decorations. There were scattered pedestrians on the road, mostly in a hurry.

"The snow here is very beautiful." Song Shengshi raised his head and exhaled a breath of mist, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and said to Song Qingyue on the other side of the microphone.

"It's great -" Song Qingyue dragged out her voice depressedly, "I also want to see it snow."

"Didn't my family go to Hangzhou last week? It didn't snow there?"

"It's raining, but I want to see the kind of heavy snow I saw, the kind that's thick enough for a snowball fight. The snow in Hangzhou is so thin."

"Then let your parents buy a plane ticket to take you to South Korea?" Song Shengshi chuckled and sniffed.

He noticed a burly middle-aged man wearing black clothes and a mask standing next to him. He thought he was blocking his way into the convenience store, so he turned around and moved two steps to the side to make way for a large space at the door.

"You can come at any time, but the company may not allow you to take leave this time..."

Just as he was talking, the middle-aged man next to him suddenly rushed up, grabbed Song Shengshi's wrist, and seemed to be crying in his words: "Why don't you reply to my message, why are you ignoring me, why are you avoiding me?"

Song Shengshi turned around. The dissatisfaction caused by being interrupted made his body throw away the man's hand before his mind.

The tone was cold and distant: "Maybe I recognized the wrong person? I don't know you."