[Entertainment] Chen Guang

#官咖热论评论 These two people I met at the airport in Japan are Eden and Suga?At that time, I felt that the height of these two people seemed a bit similar, but how could they wear such thick clothes? I didn’t dare to recognize them. When the tall boy passed by me, I whispered “eden” and he waved his hand to pull the hat lower. Now, Xinmi is still not sure. I came here to ask the attached picture jpg#

"You said that the two of you are not ashamed."

After Jin Shuozhen put down his mobile phone, he pointed at Song Zechen and Min Yunqi who were silently browsing the webpage and dared not make a sound.

Turning around, he moved his finger to Zheng Haoxi who was holding back his laughter: "Are you ashamed?"

Zheng Haoxi immediately sat upright.

Jin Shuozhen took a sip of cold water to relieve the fever caused by over-excitement. After the Chinese New Year, he dragged bags of souvenirs back to the dormitory. He stayed downstairs in the community to chat with the security guard for a while. The security guard enthusiastically helped He carries luggage.When the two arrived at the stairs, Jin Shuozhen heard a very penetrating scream from what seemed to be his own unit, followed by some inarticulate sentences, which made him tremble all over. A chill.

"Perhaps" the security guard hesitated, Jin Shuo really felt that he couldn't describe the embarrassment, confusion, shock, mixed emotions on his face, and finally concluded that "friend, you are really good" The security guard with an expression cautiously probed, "Maybe your dormitory raises chickens?"

Kim Seok Jin: ""

He quickly dropped his luggage and ran up the stairs, and what he saw was the three-legged scene of Min Yunqi, Song Zechen, who was completely covered up, and Zheng Haoxi, who maintained a shocked posture.

Uncle Security seems to be very sorry, poking his head, hoping to see the chicken raised in the dormitory with his own eyes. Before leaving, he told him: "Everyone has different hobbies, I understand, but you still have to be a little civic and don't disturb other people." He vowed that he would never forget the "36 Strategies for Chicken Raising" that the security guard sent him not long after he left.

At the end of the memory, Jin Shuozhen's anger fermented more fully in the memory, and he said bitterly: "Do you think you are ashamed?"

"It's okay bro, we're moving soon, and we won't be able to see that security man soon." Song Zechen tried to appease Jin Shuozhen.

"Ah, are we going to move again?" Min Yunqi followed Song Zechen's words and diverted Jin Shuozhen's attention together.

"Well, our company's debts have been paid off ahead of schedule, and we may have the money to move in a while."

"That doesn't change the fact that we're ashamed."

Jin Shuozhen snorted coldly, but Song Zechen quickly got up and dragged out a bag filled with snacks from the room, and presented it respectfully: "Brother, there is a reason for our embarrassment, and the snacks for you took up a lot Part of it."

"Oh, that happened for a reason, so I forgive you." Jin Shuozhen changed his words in satisfaction after he quickly judged that there was a chocolate jelly matcha cake in it.

"Thank you bro."

Min Yunqi lowered his head to the floor and crazily pursed his lips to restrain himself from laughing: Only some of those snacks were brought back from Japan, and most of them were bought by him and Song Zechen in the supermarket, and they were stuffed casually to fill up.

The members came home one after another, and as soon as Jin Taeyi put down his bag, he ran to hang it on Song Zechen: "Zechen, let's go play now."

"No, I have something to do in a while." Song Zechen didn't stop and let Jin Taechen pull him.

"Ah, why is it important for us to play? Zechen!" Jin Taeyi vigorously shook Song Zechen's shoulder.

Song Zechen was caught off guard and almost fell. He held the person behind him with one hand and worried that he would be hurt. He grabbed the edge of the table with the other hand to stabilize him: "Ah, be careful."

"Oh, alright." Jin Taiyi complied unjustly, but soon he regained his energy and went straight to the point: "Then you promised to go out with me."

"Wait a little longer, okay, that matter is really important." Song Zechen comforted in a low voice.

"Then let's pull the hook." Jin Taiyi stretched out his little finger and retracted it, "No, we have to make a written statement."

After finishing speaking, he jumped off Song Zechen's back, ran to his desk, found a pen and paper, and carefully wrote down one stroke at a time: "Song Zechen swears to Jin Taechen that he will definitely go on a trip with Jin Taechen. If he can't travel, At once"

"That's it..." Jin Taizhen struggled and didn't know how to write the punishment, Song Zechen looked like he was waiting for the elder brother to say something amazing.

Sure enough, Kim Tae-jung's clever little head never disappoints: "Let Song Zechen be in charge of Kim Tae-jung's Coca-Cola Fried Chicken for a year, contract Kim Tae-jung's clothes, panties and socks for a year, and always respect and love Kim Tae-jung, Focusing on Kim Tae-joo, Kim Tae-joo needs water when he’s thirsty, or whatever when he’s sad.”

After eloquently listing almost a piece of paper, Jin Taiyi pretended not to see Song Zechen's half-smile eyes, and bravely handed the paper to him: "Come on, Zechen, sign it."

The tone is similar to that of the witch telling Snow White to eat the apple.

Song Zechen folded his arms and sneered, "Brother is really good at business."

"Of course, the fortune teller said I had a business mind when I was young."

"Did the fortune teller tell you that you, a business genius, might accidentally encounter a career crisis when you were young?"

"No, he told me that there is a nobleman named Song Zechen who will save me from danger." Jin Taizhen replied innocently.

Song Zechen was still defeated, reluctantly took out the pen, and wrote his name on it.

"Why don't we make another handprint." Jin Taiyi miraculously took out a red ink pad from his pocket, smiling.

Song Zechen understood now: "You have already planned it."

"Hee hee hee hee." Jin Tae-joo continued to smile.

"Okay, bring the ink pad." Song Zechen opened the lid of the ink pad and covered it with his thumb. Under Jin Tae-jin's expectant eyes——

He quickly clamped Jin Tae-jin's hands, and without hesitation put ink paste on the face of this dead brother.

Reward classmate Jin Taiyi with a face full of red flowers, and wish him a prosperous business, just like his current artistic face that is as bright as spring flowers.

The composition work was on the right track, and Song Zechen habitually continued to stay up late. Last night, he suddenly had an inspiration for the lyrics, which he wrote halfway through the night but got stuck. He went to bed depressed.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a cold hand touching his warm skin in his sleep, and his skin got goosebumps.

"What!" He waved away.

"Did Seoul National University produce results?" Min Yunqi's signature drunken voice appeared.

Song Zechen covered his head with the quilt, turned over calmly and prepared to go back to sleep: "It's none of my business."

"Hurry up and take a look when it's out!"

"Can you let me finish sleeping first?" Song Zechen's mind was now blank, and what Min Yunqi said leaked out without even getting into his ears.

"Zechen, tell us your email password to check." This is Zheng Haoxi's voice.

Song Zechen muttered a series of numbers.

The seven people didn't surround him any more, they gathered together to form a circle.

Jin Tae-joo rubbed his fists and swallowed, "What's the matter with me being so nervous?"

"Me too, my legs are shaking." Jin Nanjun supported the wall.

"Well, who will enter the password?"

"We can't let Jimin come, what if bad hands affect the result?"

Park Jimin silently glanced at the crowd who all agreed, but he was actually worried that his stinky gene would affect the result.

"I'll do it." Jin Shuo really showed the demeanor of a big brother, but after he finished typing in the account number and password, his thumb was hanging on the "Confirm" button, and he looked up and looked at the six nervous faces.

"Come on!" the crowd urged.

Jin Shuozhen shook his head frantically: "My hands are shaking! I dare not!"

"I thought that every time I try my luck, I won't get much money in red envelopes."

"Who's coming then?"

"I haven't won the lottery a few times in so many years." Min Yunqi waved his hands again and again when he saw that everyone changed their targets.

The mobile phone at this moment is like a hot potato that no one wants to hold in their hands, and Song Zechen on the bed sleeps soundly and ignorantly.

"Let Zhengguo come. Zhengguo is lucky." Park Jimin suggested.

"That's right, right, Golden Maknae." Jin Shuozhen hurriedly threw the phone to Tian Zhengguo.

At the moment, Tian Zhengguo, who thinks the title of "Golden Maknae" is extremely heavy, stared at the phone page in a daze, and raised his eyes cautiously: "Then I ordered it?"

"hurry up!"

Tian Zhengguo closed his eyes, looked at death as if at home, and confirmed the login, and then searched in the inbox. The more he searched, the colder his heart became. His excited heart seemed to have been poured with cold water, and there was no email from Seoul National University at all.

how could be?

He couldn't help but think of Song Zechen's painstaking efforts for the college entrance examination, and the dim yellow lights that were lit in the middle of the night.He obviously got full marks in the written test, so why didn't he pass the interview?

The more Tian Zhengguo thought about it, the more sad he became, and a big teardrop fell on the phone screen.

Seeing the maknae rushing around to appease him, the others said, "What's the matter, Zhengguo? Why are you crying when you're fine?"

"No." Tian Zhengguo choked out two vague words.

Song Zechen, who was in a daze, heard someone crying, got up from the bed in fright, and bumped into Tian Zhengguo's tearful eyes.Tian Zhengguo squeezed out of the siege and threw himself into his arms, crying loudly. Song Zechen ran away from all sleepy bugs, hugged his maknae in a panic, and patted him on the back: "Zhengguo, it's okay, what's wrong?"

"There is no email from Seoul National University." Tian Zhengguo's tears flowed more and more, especially Song Zechen's voice was still hoarse and low when he just woke up.

Zheng Haoxi's mouth turned into a drooping "human" shape, and he held the phone solemnly: "I didn't see the email from Seoul National University, so it hasn't been sent yet."

Now everyone's faces were pale, and the air was slowly freezing. No one could accept the news that Song Zechen might not have been admitted.

"That," Song Zechen said while "rubbing" the maknae's hair in his arms, "Do you look at the spam column?"

"what?"

Before Zheng Haoxi could react, Jin Nanjun, who realized something, had already snatched the phone to check it first, and after a few quick taps with his fingers, he remained motionless as if he had been immobilized, not even blinking his eyelids.

Everyone saw that the dimples at the corners of Jin Nanjun's mouth became more and more obvious, and his eyes slowly narrowed into a line.

"bingo!"

This simple word popped out of Jin Nanjun's mouth, and Min Yunqi rushed over like a monkey and approached the phone screen to watch, and soon turned into Jin Nanjun's kind fatherly smile, Jin Shuo really didn't want to be outdone and squeezed in.

Immediately, the whole room was filled with Jin Shuozhen's bohemian laughter: "Please forward this offer to me, I want to print a hundred copies for my relatives and friends, I won't allow others I didn’t know that my younger brother was admitted to Seoul National University.”

Park Jimin had already started to manually edit the text messages "My brother passed the exam" and send them easily.

Tian Zhengguo's crying paused, and he got up from Song Zechen's arms in a daze to watch the crazy zoo scenes: cats and cats rolling, bears jumping, alpacas cleaning the glass and so on.

It took him a long time to understand the meaning of this scene. It turned out that he had lost his mind, and turned his head in surprise to meet the smiling Song Zechen.

Song Zechen stretched out his hand with a smile, and Tian Zhengguo threw himself into the man's arms again, his chest resonated with joy, and he fluttered up to the sky.