[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Song Zechen sat in the soft seat and finally had time to understand the whole situation of the incident.

He downloaded back the social software that he had uninstalled for a long time, searched for "BTS" expressionlessly, and the page popped up immediately:

#BTS Plagiarism#

#BTS Repurchase#

#BTS Ugly#

It is a common topic, and since last year, it has been popular in the forum from time to time, and each family went in and walked around it, and came out with satisfaction.

His gaze scanned upwards, and the title of the first hot post was like this.

#防弹少年团eden scandal#

Song Zechen sneered, how much black material could not be summed up in one sentence, and directly used the word scandal to cover it weakly.

"Eden, a member of BTS, is the idol whose popularity has soared after being admitted to Seoul National University. I really can't bear to be deceived by everyone, so I decided to stand up bravely and expose him.

He has been in love several times, is not a so-called good student at all, hangs out with school gangsters, and often hangs out in speakeasies.

I haven’t been to the school a few times in high school, and I heard that his family is very powerful.”

Song Zechen read through the article written in the style of elementary school students at a glance, but the wonderful thing is that this tone shows that the person concerned just really can't bear to stand up bravely.

And in the middle, "I heard that his family has power" can be called a stroke of genius.

What do Korean people hate the most?The rich, the powerful?And the children of high-ranking officials who took up the places in the college entrance examination because of their power.

The comments below are exactly what the creators expected.

Large-scale massacres and occasional justifications are like drops of water flowing into the sea, which cannot stir up any splashes.

Fang Shihe saw that Song Zechen hadn't moved for a long time, and knew that he had already finished all the pages.

"I was ready for this kind of slander when you were admitted to university. If this incident was just about love, it might not be so terrible, but that person hinted at your family status and the origin of your Seoul National University diploma."

"I worry about his next move."

Fang Shihe paused for a moment, with a mocking tone:

"National people already have prejudices against the entertainment industry. Tablo has also been questioned about his academic qualifications. If it is not handled properly, it will become more and more difficult."

"Coupled with love scandals and splashing dirty water, people who have both good morals and academics have turned into people who falsified their academic qualifications and fell in love with each other."

"The people behind you just casually say that others can attack you like an imperial decree."

"Senior Tablo's father passed away because he suffered too much pressure from public opinion in this incident." Song Zechen lowered his eyes, recalling what he had learned before.

Fang Shihe immediately knew what Song Zechen was thinking of.

He also has a grandfather. The old man is old, and the most unbearable thing is an accident.

He pondered for a moment: "Don't worry, at least we are prepared. We will go through legal procedures and then contact Seoul National University to prove it for you. They will not refuse. If this kind of thing is not handled well, it will also tarnish the school's reputation." .”

The bell rang suddenly in the quiet room, and Song Zechen answered the phone:

"Hello, Zhengguo."

Fang Shihe raised his head, Song Zechen's voice was gentle, and nothing unusual could be heard, but the expression on his face was so cold that ice shards fell off.

"Well, I'm here at Fangpdnim, you don't have to wait for me to move directly."

"It's okay, there is something wrong with the song and we need to discuss it, you go to the new home and wait for me first."

He hung up the phone and met Fang Shihe's probing eyes: "I will ask the head teacher and classmates in high school for help. The tone of the post seems to be quite familiar to me. Maybe I contacted some of my high school classmates."

"Ah."

"The photo of the bar in there was secretly taken when I went underground to learn rap."

"Fang pdnim." Song Zechen lowered his head slightly and put his hands back in front of his knees, "I'm sorry to trouble everyone."

He didn't look up for a long time.

Fang Shihe stroked the ring of his thumb, privately inspecting Song Zechen, who had been calm, calm, and even indifferent from the moment he came in. Only when he talked about the damage caused by the tablo incident, his emotions leaked a little.

The straw that breaks the camel's back is easy to find.

The recent decadence of Min Yunqi and Jin Nanjun was first discovered and reported to him by Song Zechen. One was not interested in anything, and the other was trying to please the public, but Song Zechen ignored the exhaustion in his tone when he mentioned these things. Unbearable.

The lubricant in the team, the tree hole of the members, and the angel in the mouth of fans.He observed Song Zechen for a long time before he realized: the kid's biggest regret is that no one taught him that some things can be willful.

For example, besides ridicule, Song Zechen's biggest feeling must be guilt now.

Guilt has troubled the team and dragged down the people around him.

Especially his closest grandpa may suffer from unwarranted disaster.

"Zechen, don't push yourself too hard."

"You've done a great job."

This is the compliment he wants to pour out to every child in BTS.

You have done a good job.

Don't feel guilty about anything.

Song Zechen's gaze didn't seem to be focused on himself, but he said, "Uncle, you are getting old."

Fang Shihe touched his hair that had just been dyed, shook his head and sighed: "It has been eight years since you entered the company, of course I am old."

"Go back and sort out your mood first, and I'll talk to you again in a few days."

"sorry."

Song Zechen stood up, bowed at ninety degrees, repeated the same words, and slowly backed out.

It was getting late, and the pedestrians on the window sill were in a hurry, and it was almost an afterimage in his eyes. The whole world seemed to be caught by the fast-forward function of the TV, covered in the dim light of the setting sun, dazzled in his eyes "chaos".

Song Zechen stood in the corridor for a long time, and the dusk made the shadows into strange shapes. For the first time, he couldn't see everyone's true face clearly. He felt that the surging crowd was like a beast.

"grandfather."

Song Zechen dialed the number, holding his throat desperately so as not to let the sob inside accidentally escape.

"How are you doing recently?"

"good."

"I'm getting older, and I had a backache a while ago."

Song Zechen's nose was sore, he pressed his fingers harder on the Adam's apple: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I won't bother you if you're too busy. There's nothing to say about old problems."

"how have you been?"

"pretty good."

"I dreamed about your "grandmother" yesterday. She asked me if I took good care of you? I said yes."

"Of course, you took good care of me."

Even though Song Zechen knew that the person on the opposite side could not see him, he was still smiling desperately, as he had practiced in front of the mirror countless times before, parting the corners of his mouth, bending his eyes, so that the tear mole and the eyes formed an arc, eliminating facial bruises. A sense of sharpness.

"Didn't you say you're moving today?"

"I'm moving, I'll come out to rest for a while."

"When can I go home?" the old man muttered.

Song Zechen grabbed the railing of the window sill: "Grandpa, if I didn't become an idol, I could spend more time with you"

"Where are there so many ifs? Although I hope you will take a well-regulated path, this is what you like. Why should you assume this possibility?"

"Then go get busy and go home and have a look when you have time."

"Okay." Song Zechen hung up the phone immediately before he couldn't hold back his crying, and he still didn't say the apology hidden in his heart.

Grandpa, I'm sorry.

If it wasn't for idols, follow the path you arranged, would you be happier because of my company?

It's the weekend, and the company is empty.

He walked down the stairs, stepping step by step, and when he passed the production room on the third floor, he hesitated for a moment and turned in.I stood at my door for a long time, feeling that the inside was too cramped, so I still didn't go in.

Going forward is the studio of Min Yunqi and the others, and the three of them seem to be in it at the moment.

Min Yoon-ki's production room has a password, Kim Nam-joon's production room is frosted glass, and Jung Ho-seok's production room says "Do Not Disturb".

Song Zechen circled around a few times, feeling as if he had nowhere to go, so he tilted his head and left quietly.

He ran to a nearby park, and the night finally tore away the black curtain and became the best cover.

Song Zechen took out his mobile phone to log in to the official cafe, and clicked on the fans' comments.

He didn't dare to read these in front of others, because he was afraid that the comments would make him unable to control his emotions.

He was reading while walking in a stupid way, moving forward without direction, walking faster and faster, the scene on the ground in his peripheral vision was changing, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

bang.

It wasn't until he bumped straight into a street lamp that the numb pain in his head brought him back to his senses.He took a step back, stared at the streetlight for a long time, then slowly squatted down and hugged his legs.

They are crying.

After watching it for too long, the words became unfamiliar. He tried his best to piece together what the fans said in his brain, and struggled to spell out complete sentences one by one, and suddenly came to this conclusion.

Memories and the present are interlinked.

For example, after he understood the whole process in a panic, he suddenly thought of what his mother called "Sangmenxing" when he was young. An unblessed person is not worthy of too much love, and he floated into the air like a balloon, exploded and fell down. .

He has always been a timid person. For example, when his former "grandmother" had a heart attack because of his parents' quarrel, he was naturally alert and in awe of the hospital. He would yell at the members if there was any trouble. They go to the hospital.

So now he wants to shrink back into that shell again, and if he doesn't get along with others, he doesn't need to bear sustenance. It's not difficult to be a cold dummy.

He thought that he had walked out of the shadow of thousands of miles back then, but he didn't expect the nightmare ahead to follow him like a shadow.

Song Zechen's expression was numb, as stiff as a mask, and he didn't know when a big tear fell on the floor tiles, silently turning into a static statue.

"sorry."

He was so choked up that he couldn't breathe, and the apology he wanted to say to everyone from the beginning was so weak that he said it intermittently to the night in a place where there was no one, and the glass shards were scattered in his chest, which hurt him a lot.

I'm sorry, I promised everyone that they would be happy when they saw me, but I still made you sad.

Sorry to disappoint you all.

I'm sorry, don't like me anymore, okay, so you won't be sad.