[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Song Zechen had been sitting on the sofa scrolling through online news and official cafes for a long time, and his whole body revealed the aura of "I'm depressed".

He also has to experience the mental pollution of his teammates gloating at his misfortune from time to time.

"Ze Chen, tsk tsk tsk."

"Zechen, look away."

"Zechen, it's no big deal, just treat it as a welfare broadcast."

Song Zechen kicked them accurately, kicking them out of his communication range one meter away, out of sight and out of mind.

Let's go back in time a little bit.

When Song Zechen got his own sailor suit in "dope", he "rubbed" his eyes suspiciously several times, and when he opened his eyes, the sailor suit was still beckoning and smiling at him quietly and told him "Yes, you just want to Wear Me Oh" sad news.

"Zechen, it's all settled and Fang pdnim also agrees."

Cody strikes first, implying that you just put it on obediently.

After Song Zechen came out after changing his clothes, his teammates let out a long and meaningful "oh".

"Primary school student Song Zechen." Min Yunqi sighed in admiration.

"Hahahahaha so cute."

"Why can you all be so cool?"

Song Zechen's mouth was full of bitterness, and he looked enviously at the youngest who put on the police officer system and transformed into Tian sir. Now the youngest looks much more mature than him.

Others have ties on their chests, but he has a bow tie. He has seen this tie in China, and it is exactly the same as the red scarf worn by the Chinese primary school student.

"cute."

Good old Zheng Haoxi comforts his depressed brother, and by the way, brings some private goods to "touch" the head that he has been coveting for a long time.

Cody has been inspired recently and is keen on how to change Song Zechen's face and body shape. Since Song Zechen's curly hairstyle was well received before, Cody is obsessed with packaging Song Zechen to look younger the better.Song Zechen's resistance was fruitless, and Ami seemed to like it very much, so he reluctantly accepted it.

This time, I used long bangs to simply cover the forehead to modify the shape of the face. The tail of the hair was slightly curled, and the sideburns were shaved short, which was fresh and natural.

Sure enough, as soon as it came out, the fans' reaction was as usual.

In addition to the collective white shirts and suit pants on the singing stage, there are several performances in uniforms, and the sailor suits are generally tailored to fit well, and the tops are relatively short.And today's little bow tie is red, he looks like a lively, clever and eccentric elementary school student, who is almost carrying a small schoolbag to school.

Song Zechen didn't feel anything else when he first put it on, but soon he found that his waist would be accidentally exposed when he moved a lot, but he didn't have time to find another bottoming shirt to change into when he was about to go on stage, so he could only report it as a fluke There will be no accidents.

But Murphy's Law never let him go.

"Dope" is their most intense dance so far. Kim Suk Jin and Kim Nam Joon almost cried when they learned it, thinking "I have never seen such a fast dance in this life".

Song Zechen will forget himself as soon as he enters the music, and he will concentrate on everything except walking and singing. Even the dance moves become a subconscious reaction of the body without too much hesitation. The cheers from the audience can be heard vaguely, so he On the stage, they are ignorant and unaware of whether they are naked or not.

As a result, as soon as he stepped off the stage, the manager with a treacherous smile on his face handed him the mobile phone graciously.

With a chill in my heart, I opened the social software as if I were dead.

Sure enough, a bunch of tags and messages frantically swiped the screen to occupy the layout.

#Primary school student Song Zechen's reversal charm#

#Angel face and devil figure#

#Song Conservative's Unexpected Welfare#

Then the accompanying pictures are all pictures of abdominal muscles taken by sister Song Zechen, who has sharp eyes, quick hands, red face and beating heartbeat, but her hands are still as steady as an old dog, which is admirable.

The waistline is smooth and the muscles are clearly defined, revealing a healthy and strong texture, full of powerful beauty.

There is also the wailing of Ami's capture of the comment area:

Song Zechen threw away his mobile phone, pushed away the annoying teammate who was always wandering in front of him but accurately calculated the angle and never stepped out of his sight, and settled down in front of the desk.

Learning and learning, only learning can solve thousands of worries.

He is going to take the college entrance examination this year.

Doing the questions requires practice, so he hasn't done the questions for a few months. His IQ seems to have regressed to kindergarten, and he looks confused when he looks at the blank textbooks.

After the "dope" event is over, they are about to enter the intense world tour stage.Song Zechen and Fang Shihe talked for a long time about their academic problems.Song Zechen made it clear that his ambition was to be admitted to the sky university, and it would be best to be the first one. Everyone is happy.

"It's good that you have such an idea, but don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Fang Shihe comforted him, the person in front of him visibly became thinner again.Song Zechen is usually such a light sleeper, but now he sleeps on the bed without being woken up by anything, which shows his exhaustion.

At the same time, the pressure made his appetite even worse. Jin Shuozhen racked his brains every day to stuff supplements into his mouth. She shook her head sheepishly to indicate that she couldn't eat anymore.Tian Zhengguo and Park Jimin didn't dare to bother him in his spare time, and quietly played with him or did homework by his side.

"Hmm." Song Zechen responded sullenly.

But Fang Shihe knew that he was determined not to look back, the answer now was just an excuse, and he would not be left behind when he should stay up all night.He told his agent to pay more attention to Song Zechen, but it might not be of much use.

"Don't worry, I won't affect the stage."

Perhaps the expression on Fang Shihe's face was too gloomy, as if he would turn into a fairy in the next second.Song Zechen added a guarantee, but it didn't bring much comfort to Fang Shihe.

Everyone knows that Song Zechen has almost become obsessed with his studies, which is even worse than the scene in TV dramas where he hangs his head and stabs his ass for the college entrance examination.Desperately squeezing my spare time to do the questions, post-it notes with recited content can be seen everywhere at home.Under such influence, Jin Tae-yi's literary knowledge level has improved in a straight line, and he joked that the content of his third year of high school is not as much as it is now.

What they really can't let go of is Song Zechen's mental state. People are easily irritable in a state of lack of sleep. Song Zechen was only "confused" for a few seconds when he was woken up, and after closing his eyes heavily, he turned into a smiling face to welcome people There was nothing unusual about him, and they would have preferred him to get up a little, at least to have a gap and a way to vent his pressure.

When Min Yunqi came back late at night, he found Song Zechen wearing a white T-shirt cross-legged on the balcony, sitting in a posture like an old monk, holding an exercise book in his hand, but his eyes were closed.

The night was as cool as water, and the wind on the balcony lingered on the trees for a long time.

Min Yunqi thought that Song Zechen was asleep, and planned to carry him to the bed.

As soon as he walked in front of him, Song Zechen's eyes opened immediately.

Min Yunqi withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "I thought you fell asleep."

Song Zechen knocked himself on the head with his fist a few times: "No, the temple hurts, close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Go to sleep." Min Yunqi's eyes were full of worry, Song Zechen was like an overly tight string that might break at any time.

"Wait a while, wait until I finish reading these pages."

"Don't worry about this moment, you have to rest before you can study." Min Yunqi held back for a long time and found a reasonable reason for this person to go back to sleep.

Song Zechen laughed out loud: "Brother, what you said is exactly the same as the saying that you have the strength to lose weight when you are full."

"Ah, then I don't care, you go back to sleep now."

Min Yunqi realized that being loud and angry didn't work, so he changed his face instantly, and kicked Song Zechen to get him up.

"Brother's face-changing ability is getting better and better. I am a distinguished college student. With such a high status, brother should treat me better."

Song Zechen was joking, and reluctantly stood up, the long-term cross-legged posture made his blood flow numb.

Min Yunqi noticed this detail, supported him, wrapped his hands around his neck, and drove him forward: "Who can blame you for toasting yourself and not eating fine wine?"

After walking a few steps, Song Zechen suddenly felt something was wrong: "Brother, where are you going? My room is not here."

"I know, you should stop quarreling with Zhengguo when he is asleep. My room is empty when Brother Suojin is home, so you go to my room." Min Yunqi didn't even twitch his eyelids, and spoke out his thoughts openly.

"I don't want it, then I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Song Zechen gave Min Yunqi a suspicious look, but he was too sleepy right now, his mind was blank and he didn't have the strength to think about what Min Yunqi was fighting for.

"Brother, have I offended you recently? You want me to sleep with me, don't you want to beat me while I'm asleep?"

Song Zechen had a flash of inspiration.

"I didn't spill the water in your studio, it was Brother Jimin."

Min Yunqi pinched Song Zechen's back viciously: "Shut up."

"Wait, it's Park Jimin."

Min Yunqi grasped the point. Last time, the speakers in his production studio suddenly made loud noises. When he touched the speakers, they were actually wet. After asking, everyone denied it innocently.

Song Zechen realized in a panic that he had slipped his tongue, so he made up for it and didn't say a word.

Brother Jimin, I'm sorry, you have to forgive an elementary school student who doesn't get enough sleep and can't use his brain well.

Min Yunqi snorted softly, continued to detain prisoner Song and walked to his room.

Min Yunqi rummaged through boxes and cabinets and finally found a sheet.

Turning his head, Song Zechen was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Min Yunqi carefully adjusted the quilt for him, sighing to himself: how tired is he, he can fall asleep as soon as he touches the bed.

He also lay down and turned sideways, Song Zechen's sleepy eyes were close at hand, quiet and gentle, pure and defenseless, this person became thinner too fast, and became more angular, showing the youthful and mature blend between a boy and a man contradictory temperament.

But in his eyes, Song Zechen was still the high-spirited child when he first met him, so he gently squeezed Song Zechen's little baby fat.

Nasty ghost, beat you.