[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After several cameras were set up, Song Zechen realized that the surprise that Fang Shihe said before sending them was to go to the United States to study hip-hop, and made this process into a variety show for broadcast.

It can be called a surprise. With the company's current financial resources, every penny has to be carefully calculated.Fang Shihe really paid a lot for sending them to the United States.

The other members were overjoyed. After all, they had never been there, and the youngest members who had been there often boasted that "the air in America is different", which made them yearn for it even more.

Song Zechen was not so excited. He squinted and glanced at the golden envelope in the manager's hand, and turned his gaze back to meet Fang Shihe.

Coming out of the practice room, Fang Shihe chatted with Song Zechen.

"How are you guys, I treat you well?"

"Then please ask uncle to give me more money." Song Zechen was the best at climbing up the pole.

"There's a lot of money in the envelope."

"really?"

Song Zechen looked Fang Shihe up and down suspiciously, confirming everything: "Okay, thank you uncle, I believe you."

Of course it's fake.

As soon as Song Zechen returned to the dormitory, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the passbook and dragged Park Jimin out.

"Zechen, what are you doing?"

"Go change dollars."

"Won't you give us money?"

"Do you think it's enough for us? No, is it enough for you?" Song Zechen smiled and gave Park Jimin a sideways look.

Park Jimin was convinced without principle: "Let's go!"

The air in the United States is a stimulant for them now, and those who have traveled over tell us that it may be an aphrodisiac in the future, but for Song Zechen, it is always a sleeping pill.

From the moment he boarded the plane, Song Zechen fainted instantly while holding a pillow, and fell asleep unconsciously.There was an airplane meal service on the way, and he also glanced at the lunch box with a pair of slack eyes, and silently pushed it to Min Yunqi without even bothering to speak, and continued to fall asleep with his head tilted.

When he stepped on the land of Los Angeles, Song Zechen, who thought he could be more energetic, found that he was even more sleepy.

So before getting into the car, he judged which seat was the least noisy when the car was full of people.

Eye lock, it's you.

Song Zechen threw the bag to Min Yunqi, continued to hug his pillow, and told Min Yunqi and Jin Shuozhen on the left and right: "Brother, take good care of me."

Don't worry, I added another sentence:

"Don't call me if it's nothing serious. You don't have to call me if you're robbed. Anyway, it won't help much if I wake up."

"Zechen, what's the matter with you, you've been sleeping all the time." Jin Shuo was really worried.

"I don't know, I'm really sleepy anyway, I'm going to sleep if you don't tell me." Song Zechen waved his hand, leaned his head on the car seat, and ignored the things outside the window.

So when the three tall black men broke into the car and hijacked their car, Jin Shuozhen and Min Yunqi looked at Song Zechen with his eyes closed and his face full of innocence with complicated expressions. It is stuffed with two high-tech earplugs that Tian Zhengguo bought together, which are said to be able to block all noises:

Song Jinkou's power is really not groundless.

The car was about to arrive at the hotel, Song Zechen's earplugs were ripped off by Min Yunqi who finally couldn't stand it anymore, only then did he hear some movement, and slowly opened his eyes to stare at the car board.

The car stopped, Song Zechen sat up and got out of the car in a smooth manner, and found that there were three more people nearby, but he was not afraid, and greeted him kindly, as if he met an acquaintance on the way shopping.

"hey bro"

Tian Zhengguo almost wanted to rush up and cover Song Zechen's mouth: Here we go again, don't you only say hello with this sentence, let's see the situation when you say hello.

The black man strangely did not refute loudly, and looked at Song Zechen with a perfect smile for a long time, lost the battle, turned his head and yelled: "Come into the house!"

Obviously, Song Zechen hadn't woken up yet.

But the long-term conditioned reflex made the only expression he can make in a state of confusion is to laugh.

And it was him who practiced the most perfect arc countless times in front of the mirror, the invincible weapon armed to the teeth, once let him win the love of the aunts in the whole community with this kind of smile, and almost earned back his pocket money for a whole year.

So, the next scenario is like this.

Black brothers herded them into the house.

Song Zechen smiled at him, and his voice immediately weakened a lot.

The black brother pushed Song Zechen to sit on the sofa.

Song Zechen smiled at him, but he scratched his head and did not continue.

Black brothers command them to move on.

Song Zechen smiled at him, and the expression on his face managed to maintain the fierceness before.

At the same time, Song Zechen is very sensitive to the camera. He once locked himself in a room and put a few moving cameras just to train his ability to quickly capture the camera. So now he saw the camera next to the TV at a glance. He smiled sweetly there with a dazed sleepiness.

……

Others have been shocked mentally, and have already walked out of the fear of being kidnapped, full of the sense of absurdity of entering the filming scene of the bloody shootout and the poignant love affair of gangsters.

After the three of them announced their welcome to the United States and left, Song Zechen stood up unsteadily and greeted everyone:

"Okay, okay, go to bed."

It's as frank as in your own home.

Everyone who hadn't recovered from the mental shock looked at each other in blank dismay: Is he awake?No, has he ever woken up?

Early in the morning, three more black men broke in and woke up everyone who was sleeping.

Everyone got up from the bed with sleepy eyes and walked out of the living room. On the sofa, they found Song Zechen, who had slept for almost 24 hours, looking radiant and neatly dressed.

He was slowly spreading jam on the toast, holding up a teacup to taste it from time to time, so exquisite that it made people feel that this was a five-star hotel.

In the morning light, Song Zechen nodded at them reservedly, showing a gentle smile:

"Good morning."

Everyone stared at him dumbfounded for a while, and then looked down at his sloppy white vest and slippers, feeling that he was being ridiculed invisibly.

At the same time, anger welled up spontaneously: You kid finally woke up, do you know what you did yesterday?

Of course Song Zechen knew.

When he got up in the morning, he deeply reflected on yesterday's reaction like a wandering soul. He never repented. He felt that he was worthy of the sky and worthy of his teammates. He didn't do anything wrong, so he happily got out of bed and prepared breakfast. He didn't eat almost all day yesterday.

On the way, he ran into three black boys invited by the program group, and he graciously invited them to come and eat together and inquired about a lot of gossip.

After coolic, the godfather of hiphop, came out, Song Zechen had the real feeling that he came to the United States to study, and couldn't help but want to whistle.

It seems that Fang Shihe really spent a lot of money to train them this time.

It's not that Song Zechen has never been to the United States before, but at that time he was deeply in contact with classical music, which is why Song Zechen always lacked a foot in hip-hop.It's not that I can't write good melodies, but they are often evaluated by producers as lacking soul and floating on the surface.

The sparkle in Jin Nanjun and Min Yunqi's eyes when they talked about hiphop once made him suspect that he wanted to give up hiphop.

The first task released by coolic is to answer questions related to the origin of hiphop, and enter the community in groups to perform and give away their own group of rice cakes.

Song Zechen was in a group with two Jin brothers, Jin Nanjun and Jin Taeyi.

Pton is a poor street with frequent crimes in the United States and a hotbed of hiphop culture.Despite being followed by cameras, Jin Nanjun still explained the precautions tirelessly.

Except for Song Zechen and Jin Nanjun, everyone else's English is not very good.Naturally, the two of them took the lead, but the result was not satisfactory.

"It's okay, it's so dangerous around here, it's inevitable for people to be on guard."

After being rejected for the fifth time, Song Zechen shrugged and came back to comfort Tian Zhengguo, who was gradually depressed after witnessing repeated rejections.

After several twists and turns, the final winner is the "3j combination" - the combination of Zheng Haoxi, Park Jimin, and Tian Zhengguo. After all, this group has the most average strength and strong overall quality.

The second day was a cooking competition.

Song Zechen and the three frowned unanimously when they heard this.

"I think we're going to be at the bottom."

"We are cooking to poison the teacher."

The three of them are hard-working cooks, aside from the dark cooking of Jin Nanjun and Kim Tae-joon, Song Zechen never had the concept of a kitchen in his life before living in the dormitory. The seasoning can barely make a full stomach.

Sure enough, coolic took a bite of the sandwich they made and refused to take another bite, expressing his dissatisfaction with Kim Tae-jung's performance.

"It's great." Song Zechen and Jin Nanjun touched the head of the slightly frustrated Jin Taejun.

"Let's sneak out to eat ice cream at night, strawberry flavored." Song Zechen stroked Jin Taejin's hair again, comforting him with the tried and tested snack method.

Kim Tae-joo immediately beamed with joy.

Jin Nanjun who was ignored: You guys are so loud in secret.

In the evening, there is a short break with the camera turned off.

"what happened?"

Song Zechen handed the coffee in his hand to Min Yunqi, and asked about the communication between Jin Nanjun and the staff with puzzled eyes.

"The dante in our group didn't cooperate, and even beat Brother Jin."

Min Yunqi tried his best to use simple words to summarize what happened today, but found that the more he talked, the more angry he became, and he stopped several times in the middle to restrain his emotions before he could barely finish.

Song Zechen stood up straight with his body leaning against the door frame, drank the last sip of coffee, threw the paper cup into the trash can, and said concisely, "I see."

Min Yunqi watched Song Zechen roll up his sleeves and walked quickly to Jin Nanjun's side.This is his small movement to enter the fighting state, elegant as a nobleman, and like a cheetah finding the right time to strike a fatal blow at any time.

Jin Nanjun nodded with Song Zechen who was beside him, and continued to negotiate with the staff: "He has violated the rights of our members now."

The staff member vaguely meant to discriminate against Asians, and it was extremely false: "I am sorry for this, he will not be like this in the future."

It seems that he wants to be sloppy and vague.

"It's fine to just dismiss, why do you have to talk so much nonsense?"

Song Zechen, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth to draw the two people's attention to himself, and stared at the staff member.

"It's true that we are guests in the United States, but those people were hired by our company. Now they don't respect our members. Isn't direct dismissal the best solution?"

Jin Nanjun quickly understood Song Zechen's thoughts and changed his request: "We value the spirit of the contract. Such an approach must completely violate the terms of employment. We are qualified to fire him."

During a long conversation, the staff kept trying to discuss with them, but was cut off by Song Zechen's impatient "Since you value brotherly love so much, you can go with him" and was speechless.The staff member, like a defeated rooster, finally agreed to follow their practice and fired the black man.

"and many more."

Song Zechen stopped the staff who were about to leave, and smiled softly:

"We still need an apology from that person, and I'm sure we'll hear that soon."

"Is it right?"

Very polite notices and even orders.

The faces of the staff were even uglier.