[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Chapter 176 A trip to Hawaii 5

The people upstairs on this side still don't know that because of Park Jimin's unexpected provocation, they will suffer the fear of being hit while playing games for the rest of their lives.

Park Jimin quickly picked up the toothbrush and crawled up the stairs, disappearing from the sight of Song Zechen and Tian Zhengguo to avoid the fact.

Song Zechen looked away with a smile, and nodded towards Tian Zhengguo: "Let's sleep, I'll make the floor?"

"I'll sleep on the floor, and you sleep on the sofa." Tian Zhengguo couldn't bear Song Zechen to work harder.

"No, we all have to sleep on the floor, the sofa is too small to sleep on." Tian Zhengguo patted his head in a sudden realization.

This time, there is no need to entangle or be humble.

They knelt on the floor and worked diligently for a long time and finally cleaned up, said goodnight to each other and got into bed.

After several days of high-intensity staying up late and running around during the day, Song Zechen was confused for a few hours and felt that the breath he exhaled was scalding hot.

He hurriedly got up, worried that the schedule would be dragged down for a while, so he tiptoed so as not to disturb the sleeping Tian Zhengguo, rummaged through the luggage bag for the cold medicine that was specially stuffed at the bottom of the suitcase just in case, took it, and then slipped back quietly bed.

When he got up again, Song Zechen's burning sensation disappeared, but the cold temporarily blocked his sense of taste, and he couldn't taste any taste when he ate breakfast, so he stuffed a few random mouthfuls and finished.

"Are you full, Zechen?" Zheng Haoxi noticed this detail.

Song Zechen shook his head and nodded again: "I have a cold and have no appetite."

"Then what should we do?" Jin Shuo was really anxious, "Can you hold on?"

Song Zechen calmed their emotions with a smile: "I can hold on, don't be afraid, this is a trip, I know to rest when I feel uncomfortable."

The morning trip was to visit the volcano. Park Jimin ran into a juice shop yesterday when he had money left over and couldn’t walk. He made a report and ran to buy a glass of iced watermelon juice. He sat next to Song Zechen and handed him the straw to signal him to take a sip.

"I have a cold, and my sense of taste is lost." Song Zechen declined, thinking that it would be a waste to drink it like this.

"Okay then." Park Jimin withdrew his hand, took another big sip by himself, suddenly thought of something, narrowed his eyes, and flicked his bangs artificially, "Is it possible that you can't taste the sweetness of juice after meeting me? Park Jimin is the sweetest! Don't blame me!"

Song Zechen bent down with a smile.

The birthday song he gave to Park Jimin, Park Jimin's attitude changed from being shy at first to thick-skinned and proficient, and every time he drank juice, he had to mention his cue presence from time to time.

Come out of the Volcano Park and have a helicopter experience in the afternoon.

Song Zechen repeatedly assured that he was fine and would not play games with his health, so the brothers agreed.

The plane ascended to a high altitude to overlook the scenery, everything was a large area, a large area of ​​trees, a large area of ​​grassland, Song Zechen's eyes were shining, and he greedily hoped to have a panoramic view of the scenery.

After landing on the ground, the excitement faded, and he felt a slight symptom of airsickness. Fortunately, Song Zechen breathed a sigh of relief when he was about to return to his residence after the trip.

Sitting on the sofa waiting for the task, Song Zechen's dizziness disappeared for the most part, and he took a small sip of the sour plum juice he found on the roadside to relieve his fever.

The production team asked them to group according to the items selected by the members and make dishes for each other.

"Zechen?" After hearing this, Jin Shuozhen only called out in a low voice with a rhetorical question, instantly attracting everyone's attention, as if he had opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and recalled something in his mind.

Song Zechen's appearance was also unusual, and he showed embarrassment: "Be careful, don't choose me."

It is not groundless that Song Zechen was called a god before. Jin Shuozhen miraculously discovered one of Song Zechen's shortcomings - he did not know firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

Unless you use your tongue to identify, Song Zechen's proud observation skills lose his wink in front of the seasoning.Everyone couldn't understand that these things obviously looked different, but Song Zechen saw them as if they were facing clones.

His specialty is boiled noodles, because the seasoning packets are all ready.

Jin Shuozhen had spent a lot of effort teaching Song Zechen to tell the difference, but he had forgotten all about it.

This kind of person was given the sacred title of "Kitchen Killer" by his ancestors hundreds of years ago.

Of course, the group of men who were blinded by love in the dormitory would prefer to call it unearthly.

Will blow or they will blow.

But when it comes to interests, even if you are a god of Daluo, you have to bypass me.Everyone decided to carefully observe the items in a very realistic way, for fear that they would choose Song Zechen.

Song Zechen didn't want to embarrass them, so he chose the red rope tied to his hand after deliberation, which can be regarded as a symbol.

A row of things was spread out, and Tian Zhengguo snickered at Song Zechen immediately when he saw the red rope.

Song Zechen smiled and lowered his voice to avoid the camera: "Go and choose, don't choose that one."

His original expectation was that no one would be chosen, so he took the opportunity to play tricks on the show crew.Eating the garbage you make yourself will not harm anyone.

In the blink of an eye, the target object on the table disappeared, and Song Zechen suddenly raised his head in surprise.

The red rope ran into Min Yunqi's hands, but the man was still ignorantly shouting like a big fool: "Whose is this? Whose?"

The air was still, and everyone seemed to be strangled by the red rope.

"I've been carrying this thing since I was a child, and I've often carried it since I was a trainee, don't you know?"

Song Zechen's eyes widened, and he shook his wrist vigorously at Min Yunqi. He and Min Yunqi had known each other for the second longest time in the team, but he didn't expect that Min Yunqi couldn't recognize him.

Park Jimin added fuel to the fire: "That's right, I know that I'm the latest to enter the dormitory, and Zechen often wears this red string."

Min Yunqi stared at Song Zechen's gleaming white forearm, speechless, a little annoyed that he didn't recognize it.

Now the problem has extended to tacit understanding. A little carelessness is the beautiful and tragic annual epic drama of the brothers who shocked the audience.

Min Yunqi smashed the pot and scratched his neck: "Don't you just eat what you cook? Go do it!"

Song Zechen sneered.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa, and there seemed to be a cold war between the farthest distance, and there was no communication, except that the elder brother made the smoothie for Song Zechen to taste.

Finally, it was Song Zechen's order, he stood up stiffly, and heaved a long sigh as soon as he stood in front of the stage.

Min Yunqi's heart sank a lot, and he ran to the front of the stage and decided to keep an eye on Song Zechen's every move, for fear that he would become angry and poison him.

Then the whole room is the show of these two.

Song Zechen frowned slightly, showing a rare lack of confidence, and whispered: "Which MSG is it?"

His slender fingers hesitated in front of the seasoning box, dancing gracefully like playing a piano, but the actions he made were not in line with his proper elegance.The cold made him lose his sense of taste and couldn't taste it. He gritted his teeth and finally decided to blindly choose a seasoning in the box.

Min Yunqi flashed countless words that he should say after eating and poisoning during Song Zechen's lingering process, such as:

"Song Zechen, I hate you!"

"My bank card password is 7520! My studio password is 5207!"

"Mom, Dad, brother, I love you!"

But the reality made him try to save himself unwillingly. After Song Zechen scooped up the small spoon fearlessly, Min Yunqi collapsed in disbelief and covered his ears. A subwoofer with a drunken voice forced out a scream comparable to the lead singer:

"Song Zechen! Song Zechen! That's salt, not monosodium glutamate! Please wake me up!"

Song Zechen was so frightened that he sprinkled it all with a trembling hand, and retorted guiltily: "Brother, you want to eat it with your mouth, why are you covering your ears?"

"Oh." Min Yunqi calmly changed to covering his mouth, and continued screaming, looking like a toothless old lady leaking air through his fingers.

"Song Zechen! Song Zechen! Are you crazy!"

"Why don't you stuff your brains in the spice box too?"

"That stuff is called sugar, granulated sugar! sugar! If you remove one r, it will be me! If you add one more r, it won't become MSG!"

Song Zechen was in an embarrassing situation. For the first time, he couldn't control the direction of the situation. The empty spoon in his hand stayed in the air, not knowing whether to put it down or continue scooping up the MSG.

Min Yoon-ki's bubbly scream made the people on the sofa and the people behind the camera burst into laughter.

Jin Shuozhen took the lead to the kitchen counter, and now it has become seven people cooperating to guide one person.

Song Zechen has never listened to their words and looked at them like the bottom of the food chain since he met them.

"Zechen, you can't do it."

"Zechen, you really can't do it."

"Zechen man can't say no."

......

Numerous complaints with personal grievances kept hitting Song Zechen's unconscious brain, and his face was stained with a thin layer of pink due to the heat and thin air.

"This is considered complete... right?" Song Zechen squeezed out from the crowd and took a deep breath.

Min Yunqi was pushed in front of Song Zechen by everyone, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

"elder brother......"

Min Yunqi made a request as if death was at home: "You eat with me, and you can see for yourself what the hell it looks like."

"Why?" Song Zechen was unconvinced, "The program team didn't make such a request."

Moreover, he was so bored that he lost his appetite, and his stomach acid made his stomach uncomfortable.

Min Yunqi unconsciously pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, Song Zechen softened his heart when he saw it, and changed his words: "All right, all right, I'll eat with you."

Song Zechen made seaweed rolls, and added luncheon meat slightly processed by Song Zechen under the guidance of everyone.

With trembling hands, Min Yunqi took a bite and chewed under the intense gaze, Song Zechen took it carefully and tasted it.

Min Yunqi remained silent.

Song Zechen remained silent.

In fact, to be honest, Song Zechen's taste buds disappeared before, and now he doesn't feel any special taste.But after he stuffed a few mouthfuls of food, his esophagus retched, and because the camera was in front of him, he tightly closed his mouth, and Min Yunqi beside him also had the same expression.

Song Zechen looked at Tian Zhengguo with moist eyes.

Tian Zhengguo immediately understood, and frantically used his eyes to tell the production team to stop shooting.

After all, it is their own child, and the production team made an "ok" gesture.

Song Zechen was the first to realize that the camera deviated and they stopped recording, and immediately ran to the bathroom.

Min Yunqi followed closely behind and didn't even have time to put on his slippers.

The two of them managed to get stuck at the door of the bathroom. If it was in the past, they might have been in a stalemate for half an hour about who was advanced.

But at this moment, the two sides looked at each other's livid faces and took a step back in tacit understanding to achieve a short-term peace.

Soon, cadences and ups and downs came from the bathroom——

Vomiting.

Everyone:  

They rushed to the bathroom in a panic.

The two of them in the bathroom were occupying the left and right sides of the sink, throwing up in the dark, feeling like the end of the world.

Min Yunqi pressed one hand on the edge of the pool so hard that it turned white. The magical taste that was sour, not sour, not spicy, bitter, sweet, and greasy had been entered into the memory by the brain program, and the switch could be triggered by just associating it. It was unbearably disgusting. .

Song Zechen's stomach was simply nauseated due to the heat, and the food stuck in his throat before he swallowed it.So he stopped earlier than Min Yunqi, but he felt the lack of oxygen in the thin air.

And his last tenderness and residual rationality were shown in his helping to lift Min Yunqi's bangs to prevent the dirt from sticking, and tied him a little with the rubber band in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, seeing Min Yunqi still throwing up the pool, Song Zechen, who had already subsided, felt a reflexive nausea from deep in his throat.

He pushed Min Yunqi away, took a step back and returned to his original position. He hadn't eaten anything for a day, and the food he swallowed just now was being spit out. He could only retch, feeling that his internal organs were almost squeezed into the mouth of the esophagus.

Min Yunqi burst into tears, his eyes were red, and he spoke intermittently while spitting, which could be vaguely recognized.

"Song Zechen...I...vomit...I...I hate you."

And the two of them unconsciously held hands together and supported each other when they were vomiting. If they can ignore the unpleasant background sound, they look like a pair of close friends who are curious and exploring from the back, waiting to emerge from the pool. What clownfish Nemo and they sayhi or turn around at any time and tell them with a smile, "Although it sounds incredible, but we are together".

But imagination is imagination after all, we can't just pursue one-sidedness and deliberately ignore the most important factor - that beautiful vomiting sound that is about to vomit out the intestines.

Everyone was too shocked to speak.

Unexpectedly, they could actually see such a real and unpretentious TV drama scene with real knives and guns in their lifetime.

This is probably the case with the legendary mutual vomiting.

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