[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Student, the library is going to be closed, please wake up."

Song Zechen was awakened by a burst of pushing and shoving, only to realize that he had fallen asleep.

"The library is closing time."

A boy in front of me seems to be a part-time student in the library, 1.9 meters tall, with a bright smile, but his hairline looks a little worried.

"sorry."

Song Zechen got up and apologized, packed up the sheet music on the table and put it back on the shelf. Fortunately, he didn't press it down when he fell asleep, otherwise the sheet music would suffer with him.

He just came back from the United States not long ago. Today, he stopped by Seoul National University to borrow books from the library. He borrowed a student card and stayed there for a day. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep because of sleepiness.

"Aren't you a student of our school?"

Song Zechen found that the boy didn't leave, but followed him familiarly.

Probably because the sunny breath on the other party did not make Song Zechen feel uncomfortable, he had the energy to ask back: "What? Are there any different temperaments in the students of Seoul National University?"

"Of course, you are as handsome and unrestrained as I am. You are too serious and serious. You can tell at a glance that you are studying classical music."

Seeing that Song Zechen smiled and said nothing, he added with a playful smile: "Actually, it's because I saw you on the forum, the pride of the Republic of Korea, the chief violinist, you didn't debut in the entertainment industry and you have a lot of fans."

Song Zechen just smiled calmly, neither admitting nor denying, and didn't care at all.

"Kim Sang-won."

"Song Zechen."

The two knew each other when they exchanged names.

Jin Xiangyuan was very comfortable in front of Song Zechen. The distance from the library to the school gate was always looking for topics, and Song Zechen was strangely not impatient.

The night wind blew the melody hummed by Kim Sang-won to Song Zechen's ears.

"Whose song is this?"

Kim Sang-won's eyes lit up, as if he had found a bosom friend: "This is BTS. They have debuted for more than a year, and there are seven members in the group. I can't finish talking at once. I can go back and send you a ppt!"

"Thank you for your hard work, but I just think this song is a bit noisy, and I plan to avoid lightning."

Kim Sang-won: "...oh."

Kim Sang-won should have refuted the song of his idol tragically, but because of Song Zechen's good-looking face, he used Voltaire's famous saying "I don't agree with your point of view, but I will defend to the death your right to speak." Come and comfort yourself insanely.

If you are handsome, just say more!

The road was so long, they parted at the school gate.

"You can leave a contact

? "Jin Sang-won is very unconfident when he says this, and it is a little presumptuous to meet by chance, but he is always unwilling to lose the intersection later.

Song Zechen raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

After stopping the taxi and reporting the address of his grandfather's house, Song Zechen grabbed the phone.He didn't know why he agreed, but there was a voice telling himself that he would regret not agreeing.

When can he be so emotional.

Song Zechen leaned his head against the car window mockingly, the tiredness in his eyes was reflected by the sea of ​​cars flowing outside the window.

A dreamless night at Grandpa's house.

Early in the morning, Song Zechen stood at the location of the company given to him by his uncle.

The solitary low house shows that the company wants to maintain it carefully but cannot hide the dilapidated situation.

A member of the girl group had an accident, the whole company was in turmoil, and the only boy group was burdened with huge debts.

Coincidentally, the boy group was his new friend Kim Sang Won. He originally wanted to talk to him, but considering that they didn't know each other that well, he planned to ask for an autograph before giving it to him.

The members of the family are engaged in law, business, and medicine, and he is the only one who is engaged in music-related work, so he was sent here for field investigations with all his plans.

He didn't understand where this company caught the eyes of his elders, but after all, it was the elders' entrustment, so he greeted the guard and went in.

Before coming here, he wrote down all the company information with a very simple personnel structure, and he recognized that the person in front of him was Fang Shihe, the representative of the company.

"This is the company's practice room."

When Fang Shihe led Song Zechen to his office, he visited the building by the way.

There are several small rooms connected together, one of which seems to be occupied, the door is opened, and the scene in the back room can be seen clearly.

A boy in wide-leg pants is doing simple hip-hop rhythms, chanting words, as if reciting the Great Compassion Mantra.

He didn't show any timidity when he saw them, he grinned and waved at them happily:

"Fang PDnim, has my rap improved?"

Fang Shihe was very embarrassed and felt that he could not dampen the children's enthusiasm, so he ignorant of his conscience: "It's very good, very good, really good, sincerity can be learned, and courage is commendable."

As soon as he turned his head, Song Zechen's face was already full of doubts, "Your company is only at this level, you are kidding me, don't invest in pills anyway."

Fang Shihe laughed: "Our company encourages employees to develop their own hobbies hahaha, his job is vocal, trust me! Really!"

And at the end of the corridor on the other side, a figure running excitedly appeared, the little man rushed to see them, then slammed on the brakes, his eyes widened, he scratched in the air a few times, and finally kissed the earth helplessly and fell to the ground .

As if seeing the dust splashed in the air, Song Zechen took a step back calmly to prevent the fallen person from touching the porcelain.

Fang Shihe wanted to cover his face sadly: It's over, invest in pills, we want to cool down.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The boy hurriedly got up and bowed.

Fang Shihe stopped sadly: "Jimin, be more careful next time."

He no longer dared to look at Song Zechen's half-smile expression. Once he entered the company, the employees showed such a funny demeanor. If he were an investor, he would feel that the company had no future.

But with the last sliver of hope in mind, they said goodbye to Park Jimin and continued to move forward. After passing through a few practice rooms, there were footsteps, and they took a look at the flowers.

With a quick glance, even Song Zechen, a layman, can feel the vividness of the dance projected on the dancers.

Fang Shihe said succinctly: "Captain choreographer."

Song Zechen was gradually able to match the photos on the information with the faces in reality, and nodded: "I know, Zheng Haoxi, right?"

Frightened and trembling, he entered the office, and finally nothing happened. Fang Shihe deliberately took out the tea sent by his Chinese friend to brew, and poured a cup for both parties.

He was a little uncertain about the young and mature boy in front of him, obviously only one year older than the youngest of the group, the corners of his mouth were often curled up and his eyes were deep, so that he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I'll be in the company for a few more days, I'm bothering you." Song Zechen thoughtfully interrupted Fang Shihe's search for topics, obviously Fang Shihe was worried about Song Zechen's age.

"Where do you live? You want to live with us..." Fang Shihe shut up as soon as he wanted to talk about their dormitory.

"My grandpa's house is in Seoul."

Song Zechen came back this time for no purpose, other than helping to make some trouble for his elders' money-spending business, and being filial to his grandpa who just finished a trip, he had nothing else to do.

Revisiting the old place, he found that the reinforced concrete had long lost the taste of his childhood, and he was at ease at home and in the company.

He is a layman in pop music, and he was very interested in it at first contact.

When passing by the corridor, a tall and slender boy pressed against the door in frustration and knocked on the door angrily, bang bang bang bang bang bang like he was swinging a hammer to smash a big wall.

"Hello." Hearing the sound of footsteps, the other party raised his face in a panic to greet him.

Song Zechen recognized who it was, and the other party was older than himself, so he chose to bend down and bow: "Hello."

Jin Nanjun found that the person in front of him had a fresh face, clean eyebrows, and a handsome figure. Could it be the company's new trainee?That shouldn't be the case, unless the company lowers its head or the person in front of him has a brain hole.

The more you think about it, the more wrong it is.

But Jin Nanjun couldn't bear to delay such a young man, and lowered his voice after observing the surrounding environment: "Our company is about to close down, you should run away as soon as you are so good-looking."

After hearing this, the young man seemed to think his words were very funny, so he slightly rolled his eyes.

Jin Nanjun was very embarrassed by the laugh, he raised his face and touched the back of his head in embarrassment and remained silent.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Song Zechen changed the subject.

"Ah, my key is broken in the lock." Jin Nanjun explained hurriedly, ashamed that his rashness would be seen by the people in front of him.

"Don't you want someone to fix it?"

Jin Nanjun was very honest: "The guy who repaired it also ran away."

"What are you going to do?"

"Forcibly open it, but I'm afraid I'm too strong and I'll damage things." For some reason, Jin Nanjun just wanted to pretend to be shy and weak in front of this person, and smiled dryly.

"do you need my help?"

Just as Jin Nanjun was covered in lard, he nodded his head like a ghost, and the next second Song Zechen kicked open the door, turned around and left to hide his merits and fame.

He stared blankly at the door lock that had been forcibly broken open. Because the other party's back was too open and immortal, he didn't think that the other party might have hit and run.

Where did the company receive such a powerful killer?

He quickly flashed this thought, but Se Lingzhi immediately began to think about how to help explain the reason for the door to himself and that person.

If it doesn't work, just do it yourself.

Jin Nanjun's heart was suddenly filled with the pride of a flower protector, but it is not clear what he met was a cannibal flower.

Of course, he quickly understood the ins and outs of the handsome guy, because the female employees of the company spread the news: There is a handsome guy in the company, everyone, go and see it!

After watching it, they all said that handsome guys are the first productivity, if they can see them every day, they will be rejuvenated overnight.

Seven people who knew the news huddled in front of a flat screen. In the video, a teenager was holding a violin on his shoulders.

The progress bar ended, and several sounds sounded at the same time.

"Male God!"

"So handsome!"

"Fuck him!"

Kim Tae-jin, who said the last imperative sentence, quickly got everyone's attention, but he didn't seem to be ashamed of it, shaking his head: "I don't understand art, but I like good-looking ones."

It makes sense for everyone to think about it.

The young man has a gentle and cold demeanor, and when he smiles, he completely isolates you, and he can only watch from a distance.

"I haven't seen him yet." Zheng Haoxi felt a little regretful.

Jin Shuozhen seconded: "Me neither."

Min Yunqi realized something was wrong: "Did you meet the maknae?"

Tian Zhengguo, who had been watching from the sidelines, replied: "I met once."

That day, because of his mistakes in practice and comments on the Internet, all kinds of thoughts and pressures flooded him, so he sneaked to a corner with few people in the stairwell, curled up in a ball, buried his face in his curled arms, showing his round head.

Tian Zhengguo, who was crying so hard, could feel the sound of breathing around him, and his sensitive nose even smelled a faint scent of grass and trees, and a scratching voice whispered in his ears:

"Little maknae, why are you crying?"

Tian Zhengguo and the man bent over looked at each other, his eyes were red, and he was still in a daze. He directly asked the doubt in his heart without thinking about it: "Are you a fairy?"

The other party was amused by him, with a melodious low laughter like a cello: "I am not."

Tian Zhengguo's mind was short-circuited at that time: "Then you are a ghost!"

"Are you afraid?" The other party became interested.

He clenched his sleeves tangled up and responded bravely: "I'm a little scared."

"Then I won't scare you, don't cry."

A small handkerchief was stuffed in his hand, and Song Zechen had already walked away when Tian Zhengguo realized it.

I knew I was not afraid.

Tian Zhengguo patted his head in frustration.

The presence of a handsome guy makes people's adrenaline rush.

The whole company is inexplicably motivated.

For example, Sun Chengde, who was playing the music, immediately noticed that the seven people in the practice room suddenly stepped on more loudly, with neat steps and desperately rehearsing.

Like seven peacocks with their tails open.

Sure enough, he discovered the root of all evil, Fang Shihe and Song Zechen standing at the door.

Of course, Sun Chengde didn't think that Fang Shihe could have such a stimulant effect. He greeted the boss and smiled at him: "Move away."

Fang Shihe was puzzled:

"what?"

"Blocking Zechen." Although Sun Chengde was very respectful on the face, he did not hide his dissatisfaction with Shi He's behavior of blocking most of Song Zechen with his fat body.

Fang Shihe: "...Oh."

After moving away, Song Zechen's handsome figure was completely revealed in front of everyone. Sure enough, the footsteps from the practice room became clearer and more unified, and everyone's eyes were almost squinting.

Song Zechen was ignorant, Fang Shihe and Sun Chengde sneered in their hearts at the same time.

In another day, at the same time, the information network of the seven people is constantly improving:

The young master of a rich family, on behalf of the elders in the family, inspects the company's situation and decides whether to raise funds.

So in their hearts, Song Zechen, besides the image of a beautiful, kind, weak and cold flower in the cold wind, also has a big signboard studded with diamonds:

Gold Master Dad!

Fang Shihe sighed suddenly after chatting with seven people about the plan for his next comeback.

Everyone thinks about it and it must be about funding.

"I haven't let go yet." Fang Shihe rubbed his temple with a headache. He needed the money from the Song family, and the Song family was his best partner so far.

Hearing the name of the crazy discussion in the dormitory night chat recently, the seven people exchanged glances with each other, secretly poking excitement.

Jin Shuozhen raised his hand: "Fang PDnim, do you need my help?"

"What?" Fang Shihe didn't understand why Jin Shuozhen suddenly asked for help and emphasized his status as a facade.

Jin Shuozhen slightly pulled down his collar, revealing a small piece of white skin at the collarbone, full of fearlessness and awe-inspiring righteousness: "I can seduce and seduce."

Fang Shihe: Yes, but not necessary.

Song Zechen didn't know that he was being followed by a lot of wolf eyes. He and Alan communicated on the phone about the activities they needed when school started, checked the repertoire, and listened to the other party chatting with him.

"There won't be any performances for the next month, so give me a vacation."

Song Zechen coughed twice and hung up the phone. Subconsciously, he touched the left side of the joint between his neck and chin. There was a scar there, which was the mark left by practicing the piano for too long.

Once something you like becomes a profession, it is likely to lose its original flavor, not to mention that no matter where there is social networking and marketing, even if he adapts well, sometimes it is inevitable to experience a period of burnout.

Min Yunqi, who came out to fetch water with a water glass and listened for more than ten minutes, realized that there was nowhere to hide, so he greeted Song Zechen awkwardly and pretended to be calm.

Fortunately, Song Zechen didn't mind.

"you are not happy?"

Although asking rhetorically, it is definitely true.

Min Yunqi didn't understand why he was so reckless all of a sudden, and suddenly communicated with Song Zechen almost rudely,

"Really?" Song Zechen asked in the same tone.

"En." Min Yunqi nodded, feeling very worried.

Song Zechen didn't show a trace of impatience on the surface, and smiled politely: "It seems that my performance is still obvious."

One sentence blocks all the words.

Min Yunqi suddenly felt lost in his heart, it's a pity that Song Zechen didn't reveal anything, he seemed to feel that the beast in Song Zechen's heart was completely shackled in a cage, with its sharp claws and spikes put away, he couldn't see clearly through the fog.

"Is your life tiring recently? Will the schedule be hard?"

Song Zechen turned his back on the client, mastered the trend of the topic, and changed from heart-to-heart talk to work talk.

"It's okay, running schedules to do music practice, isn't that what you do every day, you've seen it these days."

"Very hard." Song Zechen commented, "You should be busy, don't waste your time."

Min Yunqi looked at Song Zechen's back with inexplicable boredom.

The man's smile made him so sad.

No matter how much a small company goes around, it can actually end within a few days. Song Zechen felt that the concept of grouping was very interesting in the general environment of the South Korean entertainment industry, so he took the opportunity to spend a few more days.

Moreover, there are few people in the company, and everyone is very interesting, especially the seven people in the boy group who often meet him inadvertently, and after contacting him, they will run away like frightened little animals.

It's a novel experience.

At least it’s something he’s never had in so many years. His friends are as restrained as he is, and the interactions with the classmates he’s known since childhood in elite education have become stylized. At least they won’t just pick up plastic stars or eat a delicious meal. Boldly ran to show off in front of him.

Obviously, the seven people showed great enthusiasm for Song Zechen.They were delighted simply by seeing this man, and the innocence of the young man made them act immediately.Although Song Zechen's warm appearance and implied coldness made them a little discouraged, they firmly believed that "a strong man is afraid of being entangled", this is their declaration of friendship.

The recent entertainment life of all the dormitory staff is to frantically search for videos of Song Zechen performing abroad on various websites.The company hears the classical music from their electronic equipment and thinks that the children have suddenly cultivated their sentiments, which used to be used as a lullaby.

Actually they are not really interested in art, they are only interested in men.

When Song Zechen passed by, these people secretly closed their mobile phones to look at the scenery, and he didn't think much about it, and ran in a hurry.

His parents and elders finally decided to raise funds. In fact, Song Zechen's visit was meaningless, probably because the elders wanted to torture him.On the contrary, he suddenly accepted a performance in Seoul, and recently came to the company less and less frequently, practicing in the old house.

The seven sighed and counted the days on their fingers.

The third day without seeing a man...

They even hope that if there is some problem with the investment, Song Zechen will come a few more times.

Of course, the investment must be successful in the end.

They want money!Men want them too!

On the Nth day when they didn't see a man, they received an invitation letter from a man.

Bronzing hollow printing, low-key luxury and connotation.

After a long absence, they put on their suits and went to the music hall. They saw Song Zechen in a formal dress, holding a violin in his hand.

"Fang PDnim said that you are interested in classical music recently, so I specifically want a few concert tickets." Song Zechen explained to them.

Oh, it turned out to be Fang PDnim's request.

Everyone was very frustrated, but no one could think of where Fang Shihe's energy and affection came from, but it was just a passing mention.

Song Zechen led them to their seats and rushed backstage.

"The sublimation of the soul." Zheng Haoxi sighed in admiration.

Park Jimin then sighed: "The power of a man."

Song Zechen's opening solo was more shocking than watching him through the screen. It seemed that only when he was playing could he have a romance that was different from his calm image.

Going back to the seats at the edge of the auditorium, the seven people pretended to praise him calmly, and then devoted themselves to the next track. In fact, they forcibly suppressed their restlessness and played on their phones and looked at Song Zechen again. .

Tian Zhengguo was quietly picking his nails, and Song Zechen was sitting beside him. He mustered up the courage to ask: "What is this song? It sounds very good."

The piano is being played on the stage.

"Bach's well-tempered temperament." Song Zechen moved closer and lowered his voice, worried about disturbing others.

"Oh." Tian Zhengguo secretly made a note of his intention to go home and make a serious inquiry. If he asked on the spot, it would appear that there was a big gap between the two, whether it was good or bad.

But Song Zechen continued to say thoughtfully: "Several voices continue to develop, and eventually they are symmetrical one by one, connecting the head and the tail in series."

Gathering like going round and round in reincarnation.

After a performance, Jin Shuozhen offered to invite Song Zechen to dinner, and Song Zechen readily agreed.

"Zechen, are you leaving?" Jin Nanjun was so sad when he mentioned the news that he even missed a few mouthfuls of fried noodles.

The chopsticks in front of Song Zechen didn't move a few times: "Yes, I will go back to school after staying in Seoul for another half month."

"Oh..." Park Jimin dragged his tone, a little downcast.

"You can contact me if you have anything to do. I can send you something when I go back."

The optimist Kim Tae-joo has always been optimistic: "That's right, we can still date online!"

"Huh?" Song Zechen thought he heard it wrong.

"Hahaha Tae-joon means that he likes you very much, so chatting with you is as happy as a lover." Jin Nanjun quickly remedied.

Song Zechen breathed out a soft breath: "I like you very much, and it will be much easier than usual if we get along for a while."

Everyone's eyes lit up: "Really? What a coincidence."

"Yes, what a coincidence."

After saying "what a coincidence" many times during a meal, Song Zechen rested his chin and looked at the rowdy group of people. A strange sense of familiarity swept over his body, as if he had experienced this before.

"Can we meet again?" Tian Zhengguo was pushed up as a representative to talk to Song Zechen at the moment of parting.

"Yes." Song Zechen rubbed his head naturally, and waved goodbye to them.

They watched his back gradually sinking into the darkness, and they always had the illusion of wanting to catch up side by side.

We often call coincidences fate, but there are always people who deliberately make coincidences affirmed as fate.

On the night of returning to the dormitory, seven heads gathered around a desk, and Park Jimin, the most conscientious writer, wrote the pen. All the staff brainstormed and discussed enthusiastically, and finally wrote passionately on the blank notebook.

Letter-

"Eighteen Skills of Chasing Chen".

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