[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"My eden, my cub, I miss you so much."

Song Zechen indifferently blocked Jin Sangyuan's approaching face: "Don't bother me, I want to make up notes."

Kim Sang-won, as Song Zechen's back table and golf friend, followed the BTS because of Song Zechen, and successfully became a fan.

After their debut, they quickly registered as official cafe members and star chasing trumpets. They were addicted to fan circles in their spare time and could not extricate themselves.

And for a period of time, the poisoning was too deep, and he regarded himself as his father's fan, and sent text messages to Song Zechen every day:

"Did the maknae sleep well today?" "Did Xixi get hurt from dancing again, take good care of your body!" "Baby Yunqi, please eat well" "Our Jimin cried today, I feel so sorry for you"...

Spam text messages like this filled the inbox of the mobile phone, and the tone was pretentious, as if possessed by a literary youth, but in fact, I was the captain of the basketball team before this, and together with Song Zechen, the reason why I deviated the topic of the composition to the ends of the world Science master.

Song Zechen shuddered when he saw this information, as if someone opened the lid of the sky and let out a breath of air: You are a 1.9-meter-long man with a big waist and a thick back, why are you covering your heart.

"I'm your baby Ami too, how could you treat me like this. I'm so sad, I'm going to take off my meal."

Supporting the desk, Jin Xiangyuan watched Song Zechen flipping pages and copying notes, without stopping for a moment, like a high-speed copier.

"Why don't you have any intention to get me back at all, have you listened to me carefully? I told you that I'm going to turn from fan to black."

Song Zechen still didn't put down the pen in his hand: "Take it off, it's enough for us to stop at classmates."

"I can't bear to just be your classmate." Kim Sang-won sat on the table shyly and twisted it, which made the table tremble. Song Zechen's pen instantly crooked, and an extra black line appeared on the notebook.

Take a deep breath.

"If you don't speak well again, I will tear up the autograph that Brother Nanjun gave you."

Yes, recently Kim Sang-won successfully climbed the wall to Jin Nanjun, and sent a message in the middle of the night: "Our Nanjun, how can we rap so well, remember to bring me his autograph when we come to class the day after tomorrow, okay?"

Song Zechen once again felt a gust of wind blowing in the composition room late at night, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't, don't, why are you so ruthless." The classmate finally returned to his usual appearance.

"Oh yes, I'm taking a year off from school."

Song Zechen put down the pen and looked up, rubbing the callus of the middle finger of his right hand. He hadn't written so many words for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't adapt, and felt a dull pain.

This is also the purpose of his visit this time. In addition to taking the final exam, he also submitted an application for suspension of school, and the class teacher agreed with a helpless sigh.

"Can't bear it?"

"Ah."

He still underestimated the pressure of both studies and activities. The daily practice and schedule are already full, and the time squeezed out for studying is too fragmented, and there is no way to sort it out systematically.The short-term suspension of school was postponed indefinitely, and finally he and Fang Shihe decided to set aside a period of time in next year's schedule for him to concentrate on preparing for the exam and continue his studies.

"Wow, don't you become my junior, and the senior will protect you from now on."

Kim Sang-won patted his chest with a satisfied face.

"But what school are you planning to go to?"

"Are you planning to major in art if you are in Sky University?"

Jin Xiangyuan and Song Zechen have a good friendship, and Song Zechen is not as defensive towards him as he is to other people. In addition, this person looks like a fool and has no serious business but has a delicate mind, so he can vaguely sense Song Zechen's ambition in this regard.

"I'll think about it again."

The South Korean people have always been very clear about this aspect. If they are admitted to majors such as design and music in sky colleges and universities, some people will complain that this is an art student who uses his own artistic expertise to get in. There is nothing to brag about.Only by taking the college entrance examination in an upright manner can one be impeccable. Obviously, with Song Zechen's temperament, he intends to hand in such a perfect answer sheet.

"Come to me if you need help, I can still study."

Jin Xiangyuan and Song Zechen are the same kind of people, the proud son of heaven, at least in academics, they belong to the kind of people who seem to be able to easily get enviable grades without working hard. It is not considered arrogant of him to say such a thing.

"Well, I will trouble you then." Song Zechen nodded.

"Are there any plans recently?"

"Isn't the end of the year the busiest time? I will go to Japan to perform in a few days."

"what."

Jin Xiangyuan hammered Song Zechen's shoulder with his fist, and squeezed his throat again.

"Eden must remember to think of me as Ami, Ouba fighting!"

"Your oppa is leaving." Song Zechen also showed his fist and responded with a crisp punch. After successfully seeing Kim Sang-won's expression of suffering from internal injuries and about to vomit blood, he threw his schoolbag behind him in satisfaction.

Compared with me in strength, who is afraid of whom?

"A certain Ami, let me warn you, next time you tell me your overwhelming feelings at night, I will block you as an illegitimate meal."

"Be good."

He smiled, and stroked Kim Sang-won's furry but slightly sparser hair compared to ordinary people, and immediately fled the scene with happy steps before the man could react. .

Soon, a roar came from behind: "Song Zechen, don't you dare try to pluck my hair. My hair is priceless. If you lose it, you will pay for it!"

Yes, this lovely Jin classmate is obviously also a deplorable balding family.

In Seoul in December, the sky is covered with goose feather heavy snow, and the whole sky is light gray.The cold wind is like a thorn and a sharp sword entrains snowflakes, trying to hinder people's progress.

Song Zechen pushed open the glass door of the coffee shop, and the wind chimes jingled at the door. The warmth instantly swept through the whole body, and the rich and mellow aroma couldn't wait to drill into his nose.

Someone has been waiting a long time.

"Hello, I've been waiting for a long time." Song Zechen unbuttoned the long black down jacket, took off the scarf and gloves, and inside was a suit and school uniform.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Park Changhao lowered his voice, not in the mood to exchange pleasantries.

Song Zechen didn't respond, he hung up his coat by himself, opened the stool and sat down unhurriedly, called the waiter to come over and ordered a cup of Blue Mountain coffee for himself, while waiting for the coffee, he even replied to the school's angry classmate Jin's text message .

Finally, he looked up at the man with his teeth clenched in front of him. It could be seen that he had tidied up carefully, but he still showed decadence and anger.

Park Chang Ho, we can also call him b-free.

"Senior, you are joking. I didn't want to do anything, and I didn't do anything."

"I was also surprised when I received a text message from my senior that day. It's obviously a relationship that cannot be reached."

"Isn't it because of you that I've been so miserable recently?"

Park Changho grabbed his pants out of the folds, like a cornered beast.

The ep that he put on the agenda early was shelved because he couldn't raise enough money. The sponsorship he had originally negotiated told him that he might as well choose to pay by himself, and the endorsement resources he had were forced to be handed over to others.

"Oh, senior, have you been miserable recently? I'm sorry."

"What are you still pretending!"

"Whatever you think, but of course senior's behavior has nothing to do with me."

Song Zechen rested his head on one hand and casually stirred the coffee.

"Don't forget, I'm just an unknown member of an unknown boy group in an unknown small company. I don't have the ability to do this."

"As for me, I'm too busy writing songs and dancing at school every day. Senior really thinks highly of me."

"But seeing how decadent you look, I think you haven't had a good time these few days."

"Isn't it because I'm sick? Should I go to the hospital? I'm afraid it's because I'm confused."

Song Zechen smiled at the opposite side, his shell-like teeth gleaming with lustrous luster.

Each cusp is dripping transparent venom.

"Stop pretending to me, I already know it's you."

If someone hadn't hesitatingly reminded him whether he had offended someone recently, how could he have thought of the underground party before, and then contacted the boy group, and involved this gentle, clean and simple student-like boy in uniform in front of him? .

"I didn't expect that there were such resources around them, but the mud couldn't support the wall."

Song Zechen finally stopped tossing the coffee in his hand, took a sip, and ignored Park Changhao's words.

What BTS lacks is "temporary timing", lacking the luck to make a comeback, even if he has some family background, his grandfather is not involved in this aspect, and he is not as capable as this person imagines, he can say whatever he wants. They can get everything they want, otherwise they would have become popular overnight.

"After graduating from high school, your father gave you a plane ticket from Hawaii to South Korea. You came to Korea alone without speaking Korean, and wrote beat alone. After leaving the army, I met S, and he asked you to try rapping. You I went, and I am well-known in the rap industry, and I signed a contract with such a good label as HR. You won the award, and you have all the glory of flowers and applause."

Song Zechen suddenly recited the life of the person opposite him, and also made a comment.

"I heard about you a long time ago, a very beautiful resume."

How can there be no capital operation in the process of such a rapid rise, and the exposure of the announcement will not be less.

He just accidentally mentioned to his grandfather that he asked the old man to help convey a meaning. The entertainment industry, which is used to meeting with wind and wind, caused a broken link in the capital chain behind Park Changhao.

In fact, Song Zechen didn't do anything wrong at all, but simply gave Park Changhao a warning to understand that some words require a price.If the other party can restrain his arrogance, apologize and focus on his music quietly, the rest will naturally be solved.

It is a pity that this man became even more manic after a brief setback, and continued to slander and vent his dissatisfaction on social networks.

"I don't even know what happened to you recently. I should be surprised that you called me for a text message out of nowhere."

Song Zechen continued to smile innocently, as if he was really an unrelated outsider.

"I didn't expect you to know me so well, so don't overestimate your capabilities."

"Senior always thought I did something? Why? Did you also think that what you said to my brothers before was too much?"

Park Changhao was completely bewildered by Song Zechen's appearance. The only characteristic of such an ordinary child is his good looks. How could he have such a big trick to trip him up? There must be someone else .

So he returned to his arrogant posture.

"I still say the same thing, idols are poor people who can't get on the stage, just relying on showing off their faces to survive."

"Especially Jin Nanjun and Min Yunqi, one looks like a monster, the other looks like a thin girl, even if they stay in the underground, they will be unknown, no wonder they have to go to the stage to sell their jokes, but it's a pity that a loser is a loser, and everyone will not buy your account .”

"You too, relying on this face."

……

Song Zechen's gaze remained unmoved, as flat as a glass of boiled water, and like ice balls frozen under the eaves outside the window.

He suddenly felt very bored. It was meaningless to come here today. Instead of watching an unrepentant clown jumping around for free, it would be better to go home and lie on the bed with Tian Zhengguo to watch the golden eight o'clock family ethics dog blood TV drama.

I want to go home.

After Park Changhao relaxed and impulsively published a lot of swear words and diss, he stared at Song Zechen's reaction.

For a moment, I remembered a bunch of irrelevant comments from fans that popped up when I searched for the name "Song Zechen". Kind of affectionate.

But now he just felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, a cold air came from his spine, and if he didn't pay attention, he would be dragged into a cold swamp.

"Okay, senior, there is no need to continue the conversation, my brother told me to go home for dinner."

Song Zechen looked away, straightened his collar, stood up and pushed the chair back to its original position, gently covering the highest part of the back of the chair with his hands.

Condescending, slightly lowered his head and looked down, and smiled with Park Changhao.

The interlacing of light and shadow, ambiguous and lingering, made him holy like a god.

"Then the younger generation will give you a warm notice before saying goodbye:

Your smooth sailing life is really coming to an end. "