[Entertainment] Chen Guang

South Korea’s idol culture was originally spread from Japan. Japan’s record market ranks second in the world. The idol culture system is complete and copyright awareness is strong, so it has always been one of the focus of South Korea’s entertainment companies.

Of course Fang Shihyuk is not exempt, the goal that BTS set before their debut is to take into account the overseas market, especially the Japanese and Chinese markets.

Everyone added a Japanese class right before their debut.

Jin Nanjun's learning talent is naturally not bad. Song Zechen used to be an exchange student in Japan briefly when he was in junior high school. He has a certain foundation in Japanese. In addition, there is some overlap between Chinese and Japanese, so he can get started quickly.As for the other members, they are miserable. They speak mixed Japanese and Korean every day.

"I have never been so serious in school." Tian Zhengguo complained.

"It seems like you have been to school for a few days." Song Zechen passed by with a coffee.

Tian Zhengguo: ...

Min Yunqi rubbed his temples: "If I read any more, I'm going to hang myself."

Song Zechen, who was putting on his shoes at the side, took out the shoelaces without hesitation and offered them respectfully with both hands.

Min Yunqi: ...

Today is also a day to torture each other with the members.

The last rehearsal of the Japanese showcase.

"The children can go to rest quickly." Teacher Sun Chengde clapped his hands and announced the dissolution after checking the results.

Min Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief, there seemed to be a meat grinder cutting everything crazily in his stomach, he obviously took stomach "medicine" in the morning but it didn't help at all, and the painkiller "medication" also had little effect.But he didn't dare to have redundant expressions and movements, otherwise he would be discovered by the members soon.

Just get through this show.

He left quietly and turned to a quiet place where the members did not gather.

"Brother, don't sit down."

Song Zechen, who had been following behind him, called out to Min Yunqi who was going to nest on the sofa.

"Take two steps and show me."

"Are you sick? Why make this request if you have nothing to do?" Min Yunqi was taken aback, and quickly adjusted to grinning, trying to smile.

"Do you have a stomachache?" Song Zechen strode a few steps to Min Yunqi's side, grabbed his arm, and his voice became tight.

"Let's go, call the manager brother to go to the hospital together."

"There will be a performance in a while, what are you kidding, I know my own body, it will be fine in a while."

Min Yunqi continued to smile, wanting to take out his hand.

Song Zechen's hand clasped his arm tightly, and the cold temperature penetrated into his skin cautiously through the fabric.

Why are your hands so cold?

At this moment, Min Yunqi still diverged his thinking.

"Let's go to the hospital." Song Zechen repeated it again, like a stubborn child.

"Are you kidding, we have a performance in a while."

"There will be a lot after the performance, your own health is the most important."

"For the audience, there is only one performance, and I will be able to come back after seeing a doctor for my health."

"If this happened to you today, wouldn't you still insist on performing?"

Song Zechen bit his lip: "Yes, brother, I will choose to continue to perform, but I won't know that I have a problem and still bear it. I am a person who is afraid of death."

"I'm really afraid of death, brother." Song Zechen repeated unconsciously.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Didn't your situation appear in the morning?"

It's all his fault, he should have discovered it when he saw Min Yunqi staying in the bathroom for a long time in the morning, covering his stomach with his hands intentionally or unintentionally several times at the dinner table.

"Why didn't you say it earlier. If you said it earlier, you wouldn't delay your body or the audience's performance. Now you have lost the right to choose to continue performing, and you have to go to the hospital with me."

Min Yunqi was frightened by Song Zechen's crying when he said that he was "afraid of death", so he didn't dare to answer for a while.

What are you afraid of?

Song Zechen had already turned around and greeted loudly: "Brother Haofan, come quickly."

"What's wrong."

"Brother Yun Qi is sick, let's go to the hospital now, I will go together, there is still a period of time before the performance, I will go together and come back, time is enough."

There were people coming and going in the hospital, Min Yunqi was not very familiar with Japanese, it was like an alien language in his ears, which made his stomach hurt and his head hurt at the same time.

He quietly raised his eyes to look at the person next to him, with his lips tightly closed and his face serious. He had seen Song Zechen from this angle countless times, but he would still sigh how good-looking this person was.

Did he and I have a bad relationship with the hospital?

After checking in at the Seoul hospital, I went to the Japanese hospital to check in. I am a loyal fan of the hospital.

Min Yunqi suddenly came up with this thought, and was even amused by himself, ignoring the pain for a moment.

The result came out soon, it was not a simple stomach pain as Min Yunqi insisted, but appendicitis.

"I'm sorry to inform you that due to nationality reasons, our hospital cannot accept this patient. You need to go back to the Korean hospital for surgery."

"Why can't we just have the surgery here? We must go back to Korea. It's not like you don't know how painful appendicitis is."

"Sorry sir, this is the rule."

"I'll fuck the rules."

The manager who understood the Korean sentence turned to Song Zechen in surprise.

The man who has always been rational and self-sufficient has completely abandoned his usual demeanor at this moment. He has never seen Song Zechen have such a terrifying expression. He has a gloomy face, with turbulent waves surging in his eyes, and his whole body is like a volcano on the verge of eruption. .

Song Zechen took a deep breath and bowed to the frightened nurse: "I'm sorry."

"Brother, look at Brother Yunqi, I'll think of a way, first book the earliest ticket back to Korea and make two-handed preparations."

Song Zechen and Song Haofan nodded, squatted down and held Min Yoongi's hand: "Brother, hold on for a while."

Min Yunqi, who originally wanted to smile and reply "I'm fine", was frightened by the seriousness and sadness in Song Zechen's eyes, and nodded in a daze.

"Okay, brother Haofan, please go through the transfer procedures, let's go to another hospital."

Song Zechen reported the list of hospital names, and soon walked aside to start endless phone calls.

When registering, Song Haofan took out his mobile phone and quietly checked the name of the hospital to which he was transferred.

A terribly expensive private hospital.

He glanced at the young man who was still on the phone, half of his face was immersed in darkness, and the other half of his face was pale and bloodless, as if he was the one who was sick.The three-dimensional facial features that seemed to be carved by an artist were blurred, but still exuded a chilling aura.The thin lips were pursed lightly, communicating with the person on the other end of the phone.

It must be Yun Qi's business.

His heart was touched and distressed.

"Brother, please take care of Brother Yunqi, I'm going back to perform now."

Song Zechen still needed to rush back to the TV station, and hastily translated the precautions reminded by the doctor into Korean, wrote them on a piece of paper and handed them to the manager, before rushing downstairs.

Song Haofan came to the window to watch him off. In the evening, Song Zechen's shadow was stretched very long. He stopped a taxi and quickly disappeared into the busy traffic.

When Min Yunqi woke up, it was dark outside the window, the moonlight scattered in to brighten the room, and there was a dim light in the room.

Everyone has finished the show.

After sweeping again, there was a person nestled on the small sofa, with long hands and long legs twisted into a ball, and the posture was very uncomfortable. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand, but his head was lowered, as if he was dozing off.

Why don't you go back to sleep?

Song Zechen on this side suddenly lowered his head and woke up in a daze, subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the hospital bed, happened to meet Min Yunqi's eyes, jumped up from the small sofa and walked in front of him, opened his mouth slightly to say something.

"You don't want to scold me, do you?" Min Yunqi smiled preemptively and made a joke reflexively.

Song Zechen didn't reply him, but bent down to help him tuck the quilt carefully.

"Others want to see you, I told them to go back first, they have not slept for almost a day. Rock paper scissors decides who stays, and I lose"

When have you ever lost this game.

Song Zechen can guess punches, and playing this kind of games is like a cheating device. After playing with them a few times at the first time and figured out their punching routines, he never lost again.

But today I lost.

Min Yunqi saw the red blood in Song Zechen's eyes, and his throat was inexplicably dry.

Song Zechen didn't make eye contact with him, but gently lay down beside Min Yunqi's bed and closed his eyes.He rushed over as soon as the performance was over, and he had no time to rest. While waiting for the man to wake up, the manager asked him to sleep for a while. He tried to fall asleep but was upset when he closed his eyes. Now that Min Yunqi woke up, he could finally Breathe a sigh of relief, the aftereffect is that the tiredness rushes in like the sea.

Min Yunqi swallowed again, his mouth seemed even drier.Song Zechen's hairy head was resting on his hand. Because it hadn't been dyed yet, the hair quality was still very good. It was black, soft and shiny, unlike his own which had become a pile of straw.

He accidentally put his hand on Song Zechen's head, he thought Song Zechen would wave it away quickly, but the man just froze for a moment and then quickly relaxed.

He went from probing at the beginning to completely filling the gaps in his hands.

Min Yunqi didn't speak, and moved away slightly to signal Song Zechen to lie down.

"No, I'm afraid I'll touch your wound."

When Min Yunqi insisted on giving in, Song Zechen sighed and lay down on it, but most of his body was suspended in the air, which didn't take up much space at all.

They rarely have such tender moments.

Min Yunqi has been thinking about the relationship between him and Song Zechen. It seems that only the two of them have the most aggressive atmosphere in the same team. When they encounter problems, they have to say a few words. Cold, tore each other thoroughly, and then sneered at each other, intending to tear the other's painted skin.

But tonight seems to be a little different.

Maybe it's because the night is too ambiguous, maybe it's because his anesthetic hasn't passed its strength yet, maybe it's because Song Zechen is too tired.

"Sorry to keep you busy again."

"Why do you say we always meet in the hospital?"

"What kind of bloody novel plot is this, the protagonist has dated many times in the predestined place..."

In order to eliminate his discomfort, Min Yunqi deliberately brought up a topic, but there was nowhere to escape in the densely woven net of Song Zechen's quiet eyes, and gradually began to panic and talk nonsense.

"Then change the location."

Song Zechen interrupted him, indifferent and focused.

"Whether it's a coffee shop, a bookstore, or an amusement park, don't be in the hospital anymore..."

"Let's date somewhere else, not in the hospital anymore."

"What date? What kind of adjective is this? Why are you following me and using words casually..."

"That's not a date, you can say whatever you want."

"elder brother."

Song Zechen grasped Min Yunqi's hand vainly, but didn't stick it tightly: "Then promise me one thing. Take good care of yourself, and don't let this happen again."

Song Zechen carefully rested his head on Min Yunqi's neck, putting away all his teeth and claws like a docile little beast.

Min Yoongi finally smelled the fragrance of grass and trees on Song Zechen's body that Tian Zhengguo had been shouting about, if there was nothing, it was warm and clear, not intrusive at all, just quietly lingering around him.

He heard Song Zechen say so.

"Because of my brother."

"You are precious to me."