[Entertainment] Chen Guang

As soon as Song Zechen pushed open the door, he saw Park Jimin staggering with his left foot and his right foot, struggling to stabilize himself.

"pat"

Park Jimin finally fell to the ground in the shape of "big".

Song Zechen took several steps back.

Slowly raise your hands above your head as a gesture of surrender, indicating that all this has nothing to do with you.

There are so many people touching porcelain these years.

Park Jimin immediately got up with his hands on the ground and patted the ashes on his knees.Blushing, embarrassed by the situation: "I'm sorry."

Song Zechen didn't care too much, and casually said: "Brother Zhimin, you should pay more attention in the future, be careful."

After speaking, he bypassed Park Jimin, walked up to Jin Nanjun, and handed him a stack of A4 papers.

"Brother Nan Jun, Fang PDnim said that the lyrics of this paragraph need to be changed." Song Zechen pointed to the circled paragraph on the paper.

"I recently had a temporary quiz at school and I'm about to start cramming. When I'm done, I'll talk to my brother and Brother Yunqi, the producer brother, and the others to link up the lyrics."

Song Zechen received a call from the head teacher before, saying that there was a recent selection competition related to the bonus points policy for the college entrance examination, and he hoped he could try it, and Song Zechen agreed.

"If Zechen has any questions, you can..."

Park Jimin is always paying attention to what's going on here, and when he hears the conversation, his thoughts move, but just as the words come out of his mouth, he wakes up again.Song Zechen is the person with the best grades here, he knows what he doesn't know, and he certainly doesn't know what he doesn't know.So the "you can ask me" in the second half of the sentence was stillborn, and I couldn't say it again.

But Song Zechen heard it, turned his head and nodded to him: "Thank you Brother Zhimin."

A smart person who can always guess what others mean.

Park Jimin responded bitterly by pulling the corner of his mouth, but anyone could see the frustration revealed in his expression.

"Okay. You should also pay attention to your health." Jin Nanjun took the stack of papers and didn't flip through them right away, but focused on another issue seriously.

It's not that he doesn't know that Song Zechen has a desperate attitude when he does things, and he can take care of him in the dormitory on weekdays. Now that Song Zechen has moved out, they can't take care of his work and rest at all. They are afraid that Song Zechen will stay up late even worse.

Moreover, it must not be a quiz to make Song Zechen distracted and spend time at this juncture, and he will definitely go all out.

"Okay." Song Zechen agreed wholeheartedly.

"Let's check it out while we're free."

Song Zechen randomly found a corner and sat on the ground, scribbling on the paper.

He dug out a cup of bottled coffee from his bag, staying up late one after another made him exhausted, and poured coffee down like plain water every day in order to gain a little more energy that he had stolen.

Because of the lack of rest, my hands and feet are weak, and the joints of my whole body are protesting like they are rusted.

The bottle cap was so tight that Song Zechen couldn't open it even with a lot of force.Stretching out his hand, the palm was already red, and there were still vertical stripes printed on the cover.

Shaking the hot and sore hands, after thinking for a while, he took out a plaid handkerchief from the breast pocket of his shirt, covered the bottle cap again and twirled it vigorously, and the coffee was opened smoothly.

Park Jimin lowered his eyes, and quietly withdrew his hand that was about to reach out for help.

The whole process is unknown.

Ever since Song Zechen lived in the composition room, everyone has become frequent visitors to this small room.

Right now, for example, someone is trying to have a serious conversation with him.

"Ze Chen."

Jin Shuozhen took out several bags of Hokkaido matcha biscuits from his pocket, feeling full of reluctance.

"Ze Chen."

Jin Shuozhen took out several large bags of beef jerky and dried pork, all of which were mixed.

"Ze Chen."

Jin Shuozhen called affectionately, and piled a pile of colorful jelly on the table like a magic trick, and his mood gradually became depressed.

"Ze Chen."

With a bitter face, Jin Shuozhen took out all kinds of small cakes from the bag: cocoa brownie, black forest, red velvet, tiramisu... They were all neatly arranged in a blink of an eye, making this place like a window displaying cakes.

My stash is gone.

Jin Shuozhen burst into tears in his heart, and he was in pain.

Song Zechen went from being a little surprised at the beginning to calmly raising his eyebrows now, quietly admiring Jin Shuozhen's performance of the annual drama for him—reporting the name of the dish.

No, it's the name of the snack.

"Ah, ah, ah, Zechen."

From nowhere, Jin Shuo conjured another oversized box of strawberry milk chocolate and put it on the table with a "bang".

The apparently simple movements were performed by him to show the vicissitudes of vicissitudes of vicissitudes that need to be broken, and the strong man will never return.

Emotional and dusty.

Song Zechen looked at the tin box and saw the familiar trademark. It was an imported chocolate that everyone in the dormitory wanted to try before, but because the price was too expensive, everyone had to give up.

Song Zechen cleared his throat, faced Jin Shuozhen's expectant eyes, and spoke slowly.

"Brother, just now..."

"Did brother lose his temper with me just now?"

"No no."

Jin Shuozhen's originally sluggish body sat upright with lightning speed, picked up the iron box again, and put it gently on the table, respectfully and sincerely, this time there was no movement at all.

"Ze Chen."

"right……"

Before he could say sorry, Song Zechen interrupted him.

"Thank you brother for your kindness. I don't lack snacks here."

"I have eaten well recently, so don't worry about me."

Song Zechen didn't give Jin Shuozhen a chance to finish his sentence, and Jin Shuozhen also knew that Song Zechen had cleverly vagued the purpose of his visit this time, and didn't give him a reason to say it again.

A few words cut off his way to apologize.

Jin Shuozhen stared at the younger brother in front of him, but he didn't feel the anger of being offended, but instead felt a sense of distress.

He grew up in a happy family, went smoothly, and grew up in love. The only setback is probably the distress of not being noticed and practiced by his parents occasionally.

But Song Zechen is said to have joined the company at a very young age, and he has rarely heard Song Zechen mention his family for so long.He didn't know what kind of experience it was that made Song Zechen have such a natural defensive attitude and obsessed with the solitary bravery of fighting alone.

"It's too troublesome to bring these snacks back now, bro, go back first, I'll pack them up later and send them back to you."

"Don't worry, I will be very careful and won't let my manager brother find out, but I have to work hard to hide it again."

Song Zechen winked at Jin Shuozhen.

"you"

Jin Shuozhen looked at the strawberry-flavored snacks on the table.

The kid knows everything.

But now the reason why I can try to figure out Song Zechen's heart wantonly is because Song Zechen has really opened the door to accept them, and let them have the honor to see all his softness.

"These are just for you to eat. What do you say when you come back?"

"But I really don't have much interest in it. It's a waste to put it here. I'd better return it to my brother."

"But I still need to manage my body, so it's best to eat less."

Jin Shuozhen opened his mouth and found that he couldn't refute, Shen Sheng replied with a syllable: "Yes."

At this point in the conversation, Jin Shuozhen understood Song Zechen's implied dismissal order that he didn't want to have any more conversations, so he got up and left.

"Take good care of yourself, and you must remember to eat normally." That's all he could tell.

He waved his hand again: "Don't stand up, you don't have to send it off."

Song Zechen stared at the closed door for a long time, his smile gradually subsided, and he sat for a long time, emptying his face with a blank expression.The air seemed to be stagnant, and even the sound of breathing was silent.

After Jin Shuozhen closed the door lightly, Jin Taeyi, who had been waiting at the corner, trotted up to meet him.

"Brother, how is it?"

The twilight was deep, and in the dim yellow weather, Jin Tae-jin's eyes were shining brightly, as if they were wrapped in thick syrup.

Jin Shuozhen shook his head without saying anything, just sighed.

Jin Tae-jin's eyes dimmed quickly, and he clenched his fists.

Jin Shuozhen touched Jin Taeyi's drooping head, but still didn't speak.

Rolling clouds burned in the sky, the setting sun cast shadows on everyone, the two outside the house stood silently, and the people inside closed their eyes wearily.