[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Brother Yunqi, the brothers from Da Nanxie who came with me before quit, saying that they couldn't accept the company's position as an idol." Jin Nanjun's voice sounded muffled in the dark night.

The change of direction of the company's planning is something that the trainees can feel in a daze. At present, some rumors are just casually revealed to test their reactions. Many trainees recruited because of hiphop expressed that they could not accept it.

Jin Nanjun and Min Yunqi are both underground rappers, but the underground has long been prejudiced against idol raps and looked down on them, even he himself once thought so to some extent.

Others in the dormitory appeared to be asleep.

Outside the window, the occasional honking of passing cars and the whispers of people returning from the night in the community are clear and clear on such a night, blown into this small room by the wind.

how about you?will you go

This is the unfinished doubt hidden in Jin Nanjun's words.

After a long silence, when Jin Nanjun thought that no one would answer him, Min Yunqi's voice sounded: "I don't know, but I just left like this, I always feel a little... a little bit unwilling."

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, oppressive and broken, like fine sand blown away by the wind.

The sound of breathing is particularly obvious in the silence.

Jin Nanjun opened his mouth, didn't continue to speak, and let out a "hmm" from his nasal cavity.

What can't be said is the real unwillingness.

"Well, brother, I'm sorry, do you think I'm asleep?"

Song Zechen took a deep breath from under the quilt, his face was flushed, he had been stuffy under the quilt before and dared not speak out for fear of interrupting their conversation, "I didn't mean it, but I'm really sorry, I want to go to the toilet gone."

Song Zechen quickly put on his slippers and fled the scene in a hurry.

It took a long time before there was a chuckle: "Lovely boy."

Song Zechen slowly slowed down in the living room.

Jin Shuozhen was repeating the movements of the previous class in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and immediately turned his head and widened his eyes when he heard the sound.

Like a little hamster, although this description does not fit the image of this brother, Song Zechen's mind immediately flashed this metaphor.

"It's so late, don't you rest?"

"Ah, I want to get acquainted with the dance steps again." Jin Shuozhen stood still, a little at a loss, his hands froze for a moment and finally stuck to the side of his trouser legs, as if he was shy because his younger brother saw him practicing clumsily.

"But brother has practiced for a long time today."

"Yeah, I'm different from you guys." Jin Shuozhen smiled and rubbed Song Zechen's head. The child in front of him opened his clear eyes with pure doubts.

"Brother, did the movement just now go smoothly?" Song Zechen recalled Jin Shuozhen's dance steps just now.

"Ah, I just said why it looks so fast." Jin Shuozhen slapped his head.

Song Zechen stayed outside for a while, and finally helped Jin Shuozhen understand his movements.

"Then brother, hurry up and rest early after practice, I'll go to bed first." Song Zechen no longer struggled, waved his hands and turned around.

"En." Jin Shuo really responded readily.

Unfortunately, this answer must be a lie.

A lie that both of them know well but no one will expose.

Song Zechen lay down on the bed again, turned his body to the side against the wall, put his head against the wall, and slowly shrunk into a small ball.

What is the dissatisfaction?

Can't let go?

Song Zechen has always felt that he has never experienced this kind of feeling. Perhaps it is because he has long held a casual attitude of letting go if he can't get it, getting together and relaxing, or maybe because he is handy and smooth in some aspects.Song Zechen has always positioned himself as an idler who goes with the flow.

What would you do if you couldn't debut?

My grades are good and I can get into a good university.

This is the best escape route that Song Zechen arranged for himself.

Seeing the vigorous ambitions, sweaty faces, tired and confused words, and the pain of struggling of these people around me.

Song Zechen realized his childishness and timidity for the first time.

Self-righteous pride, natural "bending and stretching",

Song Zechen covered his eyes and suddenly sighed.