[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The company recruited another trainee from Busan, who was said to have been the chief modern dancer, and was placed in their dormitory.

Song Zechen only had a hasty face-to-face meeting when he came.

Small, with colorful clothes, it looks like a moving palette from a distance.

Wow, this dear friend is wearing all the colors of the rainbow.

Song Zechen was amazed, this was his first impression.

There is one more person in the dormitory, eight people, so crowded.This is second thought.

There are no other impressions.

Because Song Zechen is very busy.

As the end of the term was approaching, he began to fall into the manic period that most students had, even worse than that.

Song Zechen did not attend Yigao, but an ordinary high school with a good reputation.

In order to accept better teachers and a better reputation in the future.

This is why Song Zechen told Fang Shihe that he chose this school.Everyone knows that an idol's admission to a well-known Korean university is an excellent promotional point for the group's country name recognition.

Since someone can do it, it just needs to work hard, so why not do it?This was Song Zechen's idea.

So, Song Zechen went back to the room to start studying after returning from the practice room every day, as if he was growing on a stool.It usually takes five or six hours to sit, and occasionally sit down quickly after getting up and moving.

After mastering the basic question types in science subjects, you can quickly master them. The most troublesome subjects are national history and Chinese, which are often memorized.I usually focus on practice and don't spend time on it. At the end of the semester, I am in a state of "meeting each other and not knowing each other" with the textbook.

Even Kim Tae-joo and Tian Zhengguo, who usually like to play around with him, didn't dare to bother him.

"Zechen is like a Buddha statue, about to ascend to heaven." These are the original words of Jin Taiyi.

"Learning makes him holy." Tian Zhengguo gave a thumbs up.

When Min Yunqi came back from his part-time job late at night, what he met was no longer Song Zechen who woke up in the middle of the night to drink water, but Song Zechen who was munching on a pen and reciting in a low voice.

"Brother Yunqi, look at me, am I sick?"

Min Yunqi was shocked when he heard this, and quickly put his hand on Song Zechen's forehead: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

No fever.

Song Zechen opened his big watery eyes without changing expression or heartbeat: "I think I'm allergic. I must be allergic to paper. I feel like vomiting when I see them now."

"Get out." Min Yunqi withdrew his hand alone.

"Brother, you are so ruthless, I am so sad." Song Zechen stood up and walked around Min Yunqi all the time, he followed wherever he went, and kept nagging, "Brother, don't you feel sorry for me at all? You forgot what I told you What's up?"

"Get lost!" Min Yunqi took out the toffee that Song Zechen told him to buy from his pocket and threw it at Song Zechen, "Stop following me, don't you bother me."

Song Zechen took it quickly, and smiled and made a big heart: "Milk skin Min Yunqi, I love you."

"To shut up."

Later, Song Zechen went to bed too late, for fear of affecting other people in the dormitory.Borrowed the key directly from the staff and slept in the company's production room.

There are still people in the practice room.

Song Zechen came out of the production room, walked through the long corridor, and bought a cup of lemon tea from the unmanned vending machine. After thinking about it, he clicked the button again, and a bottle of milk rolled out from the exit.

Song Zechen walked towards the practice room where the lights were still on. The sound of shoes rubbing against the floor in the room was harsh in the middle of the night. He knocked lightly on the door and walked in.

Park Jimin turned his head when he heard the movement, his face was covered with sweat, and he squinted his eyes slightly to recognize without glasses.

It's him.

Park Jimin knew Song Zechen.

The names that all the teachers and trainees in the company will mention from time to time are often followed by words of praise.

Although they are roommates, they don't meet a few times at all.One of the few opportunities is to see his back in the front row in the practice room. It seems that he can easily complete all the things that he can't do.He shrank in the back row and looked at his stiff movements and could only smile wryly. The foundation of modern dance and street dance in Busan was no longer worth mentioning. The occasional sighs in the eyes of the dance teacher almost made him collapse.

Work hard, you can only work hard.

Fortunately, Song Zechen just didn't ask him why he was still practicing this point.

Whether he didn't care or knew it well, as long as he didn't ask him this question, it seemed that he could successfully save his face.

The two sat on the floor, Song Zechen pushed the milk in front of Park Jimin, didn't say much, just smiled.

"Thank you."

The two didn't speak much.

Park Jimin didn't know what to say, and Song Zechen didn't bother to talk because his voice became hoarse from staying up late.

Silence is not something embarrassing, at least Song Zechen thinks so.

But I feel the crampedness of the people around me, and I seem to be trying to find a topic to no avail.

Song Zechen sighed inwardly.

"Brother Jimin, I'm going back to study."

Song Zechen stood up and patted his pants, and Park Jimin also stood up, tongue tied: "Then...then goodbye."

Watching the boy's thin back melt into the night, the night slowly engulfed him.

Park Jimin looked at the milk in his hand,

It seems that I should say thank you later.