[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The sky was gray and bright, and the air was filled with the chill of dawn.

Zheng Haoxi sat on the floor gasping for breath, beads of sweat kept rolling down.

I leaned closer to the mirror and looked carefully. I don't know when there was a cut on my face. No wonder it hurts so much when I sweat.

He flung his clothes over his shoulders, picked up his water bottle and walked out the door, shivering from the chill that hit his face.

Walking alone along the empty hallway, like he used to walk every day.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

A man was lying on the railing of the wall in the corridor, holding a book and chanting.

It's Song Zechen.

Song Zechen seemed a little cold, stomped his feet occasionally, turned the book upside down with his hands on his face, and checked whether he remembered it from time to time.

It was too far away to see clearly, but Zheng Haoxi knew that Song Zechen must be holding a pen in the other hand and turning the pen carelessly.This is Song Zechen's little act of reading.

When he noticed this detail in the past, he thought that Song Zechen just swallowed the jujube when he read the book, how could he remember anything when he used two things at once.He took the book over his head, took the opportunity to test a few questions, and planned to catch Song Zechen's inattentive pigtail and teach him a few words, in order to avenge him and his several dance ideas.

In the end, Song Zechen answered all the answers, took back the book in his hand, rolled it up and patted his hand, and told him triumphantly, "Brother, don't underestimate people."

He could only scratch his head resentfully.

Memory condenses into an amber in time.

Realizing that the other party seemed to be turning around here, Zheng Haoxi was startled, and hurriedly hid in the dark corner of the corner, hiding in the darkness.

Quietly probed to observe, and found that Song Zechen didn't look here at all, just stretched, took a breath of fresh air, and put himself into the book again.

While Zheng Haoxi breathed a sigh of relief, he also laughed at himself for being surprised.

In a blink of an eye, he smiled wryly: I was right to do this, he doesn't want to see me now either.

From the last time he left the team hastily to the silence of the subsequent quarrel, he stepped on more minefields than others, could he be called unforgivable?

He also tried to find someone to apologize, but every time he saw Song Zechen surrounded by people, his courage seemed to be taken away by the ebb tide, and he couldn't move a single step, and couldn't move forward at all.

Sorry is it hard to say?

No, it was because he couldn't think of any weight that could aggravate that flimsy apology and fill that hard-to-fill gap.

The heavier the burden, the harder it is to speak.

The term "near-native feeling timid", which he learned in elementary school but never understood, does not seem to be very applicable, but it aptly describes his current state.

The hand that wants to touch and then withdraws, is timid to approach you.

Like the wound on the face will heal slowly and be as good as before, will Song Zechen also fade away that scar and forget the past that happened.

Also forget the feelings between them.

Zheng Haoxi pressed his cheek, the tingling reminded him of the existence of the wound.

Secretly made a decision:

No matter what, we can't procrastinate any longer. Let's ask Song Zechen for a serious apology when he finishes his busy days.

Left in the dark and took another path.

Song Zechen rubbed his face that was a little stiff from the wind, breathed into the palm of his hand to warm himself, and covered his red ears.

I forgot to take an extra coat when I moved out.

But he was reluctant to enter the room, the cold would make him clearer.

Feeling that someone was watching him, Song Zechen stared at the shadow for a long time, but he didn't notice any movement for a long time. He shook his head, laughed to himself that he was tired and dizzy, and his head was too sensitive, so he returned to the textbook.

The alarm clock rang again, Song Zechen picked up his schoolbag, said goodbye to his classmates who participated in the project, and caught the last bus.

After returning from school, he hurried back to the dormitory, took a shower, wiped his half-wet hair carelessly, and ran to the room at the corner of the corridor on the second floor.

"Here we come." Shen Donghyuk heard the movement and turned his head to motion for him to come.

Shin Dong Hyuk was a member of the underground South Korea Association where Kim Nam Joon used to work, and joined the company as a trainee in the same batch as Kim Nam Joon.Because he could not accept the company's idol project, he quit the trainee group and finally applied to become the company's producer.

"You have been too busy to join us recently, and the debut title is almost set to be "NoMore Dream." Shin Donghyuk struggled to find a copy of the song draft from a messy table, and explained the recent progress of the song in detail.

Song Zechen nodded to show that he understood: "Is there a demo?"

"Yes, Namjoon recorded it before."

Song Zechen put on the earphones. This song has a strong hiphop style, with a strong sense of layering, and it matches Jin Nanjun's deep voice very well.

"This section can be considered to add a chorus as the background sound." He thought about it and added, "Would it be better if it was a high note."

Shin Dong Hyuk came over and said, "It seems that it can be considered. Anyway, it needs to be revised many times before it is formed, but if it is to be sung, it is either you or Jimin."

"I think there are so many raps in the debut song, the part that will be assigned to you will definitely still be raps."

After all, although Song Zechen was divided into vocals, his rap skills were not bad. There were several lead singers who couldn't rap, so naturally he couldn't divide their parts, so he reasonably guessed that Song Zechen would still focus on rap.

"Ah."

"You said you can do everything. You started cultivating your rap from the moment you joined the company, and you started to focus on vocal later on. Your interest is in dancing again. Yan is still good. I think the company must have struggled when it gave you a part." Shen Donghyuk continued to ramble.

"Well, whoever is suitable can play, there is nothing to be entangled with." Song Zechen flipped through the music score quickly, looking at ten lines at a glance. There are really too many things that have been left behind due to his busy studies recently, and he needs to spend a lot of energy to make up for them.

"The point is that I think you are suitable for both. Well, how do you say that sentence: you really died of drought, you died of drought, you died of waterlogging. If our company is not too poor, you should go solo with such conditions."

Song Zechen was stunned for a moment, and the tip of the pen accidentally cut open when closing the pen, leaving crooked black marks on the paper.

Turning his head, he looked helpless: "Brother, why are you so talkative recently? Is it because I haven't seen me for a long time and miss me?"

"We Zechen really understand brother's heart. You haven't played games with me for a long time." Shen Donghe leaned forward, wanting to hug each other in a hug.

Song Zechen flew over with a sharp glance.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, I'll shut up." Shen Donghyuk nestled back on the stool again, covering his mouth to signal that he would stop talking.

Song Zechen's whole body was still wet, his side face was thin, and his figure was frail. Under the white light, his skin was almost transparent.

"I'll blow on you now, will you float away?" Shen Donghyuk broke the tranquility with a strange sentence.

Song Zechen raised his eyes lazily: "I'll punch you now, can you wake me up?"

"Yeah, I'm a brother, no big or small."

Shen Donghe kicked in the void, pretending to have kicked Song Zechen to comfort himself.

"Brother has let himself go even more since he became a trainee. As soon as I came in, I felt that you gained a few pounds."

"It's a blessing to be able to eat. It's so painful to go on a diet every day like you. I don't know how I endured it." Shin Donghyuk recalled the random chicken breasts in his former trainee life, and couldn't help but beat a shudder.

"Oh, right."

"Why hasn't your log diary been recorded yet?"

Shen Donghe suddenly thought of this question, and it happened that the person concerned happened to ask here.

Shen Donghyuk didn't understand the company's decision, but it stands to reason that with Song Zechen's trainee qualifications and overall quality, he should have exposed fans early, but now Song Zechen still hasn't moved at all.

Song Zechen's eyes flickered slightly, he blinked, and turned to another page to continue his research.

"I don't know either. After all, the company has his decision-making, and I will follow suit."

"I don't understand, I don't want to, I get a headache when I think about these things." Shin Donghyuk no longer entangled in this, hung up his headphones and went to work.

Relaxed and cheerful electronic music sounded in the room, the drumbeat and the heart beat together, Shen Donghyuk shook his head and hummed a ditty along with the rhythm, intoxicated by it.

So he wouldn't notice that the document in Song Zechen's hand hadn't been turned over for a long time.