[Entertainment] I became a world superstar

Song Yujun pulled the clothes off his head, looked down, and confirmed that it was Jin Taiheng's woolen coat.

The fans in the pit in the front row laughed out loud when they saw this scene, and the arrogant laughter went straight to Song Junjun's ears.

Song Yujun silently hugged Jin Taiheng's fur coat, and quickly followed the members who had already walked to the extension platform.

"Come, come, turn your back to the audience." The host directed.

Song Yujun covered his face and pouted his buttocks to write out his name. Fortunately, his stage name is a single character.

Jin Suozhen and Min Yoongi next to him twisted very vigorously. In order to make it easier to twist, Jin Shuozhen directly took off his coat.

[A-Zhen and Mao Mao are so good at twisting! ]

[Min Bao looks like a big girl with yellow flowers about to get married, why is she so shy, you see how open the brothers are! ]

[Jin Shuozhen learns from Kim Tae-hyun and loses his clothes hahaha, it's a pity that Jin Tae-hm has a clothes hanger and min to pick up clothes, you don't! ]

[Is it the lack of human nature or the loss of morality, I am here to watch eight superstars twist their butts? ]

[Writing names with buttocks is a trick hahaha black history, black history, take it out after a year or two, those who are the most twisted must regret it the most! ]

"Isn't it enough to just write the stage name?" The host said, "Then let our BTS write BTS in Chinese characters!"

What the hell?Chinese character?

Is it the language of the country next door?That gesture is too much? ?

"An to An, to An, to An!" Song Yujun crossed his chest with both hands, "Too many."

It's a pity that Song Yujun's protest was useless at all, and the BTS in Chinese characters was directly released on the big screen.

"Why did you release it—" Song Yujun shouted in despair.

"This way, defense, bullets, youth, years, and regiments, one person writes one," Park Jimin said, "The last three will compare Hart with their butts."

"Compared to Hart with his butt?!" Song Yujun lost his voice, "How is this compared?"

"Hahahahahahaha compare Hart with your ass!"

Park Jimin was lying on the ground by Song Junjun's rhetorical question, and hammered the floor twice, and the other members also laughed.

Song Yujun choked speechlessly, it was obviously what you said.

It's useless if you don't follow through, you are still forced to draw a big heart with your butt. From the corner of your eyes, Song Yujun has seen many fans pull out their mobile phones to record this black history-like existence, and closed their eyes in despair.

As long as I can't see it, I don't admit that I have such black material.

"Use army to write quatrains, ah, this is in English, ah English!"

"Let's see who won this penalty task."

"If brother rapMonster is drawn, it will be solved perfectly." Song Yujun didn't know that he had opened his mouth, "That's not punishment."

"Aniani, that's boring." Jin Nanjun waved his hand.

The big turntable slowly stopped on the name of rapMonster.

"Oh Mo?" Zheng Haoxi was surprised, "Could it be that Wulimin's mouth has been opened? It's amazing."

"Ah, that's boring." Jin Nanjun sighed, he still wanted to see the embarrassment of the members.

"TO"

"rapMonster/is"

"messaging/to"

"You"

"A/rapmonster/is/messaging/to/you."

"Wow! oh my god!"

"Perfect, perfect! rapMonster is indeed our English leader!"

Before the next game started, the fans in the audience started booing and shouting Tian Zhengguo's name.

"Let jungkook have one too?" the host asked, "Then let jungkook have one too."

"Hey jungkook don't run, don't hide behind the turntable."

Jin Nanjun went to pull out Tian Zhengguo who was hiding behind the turntable, and patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, you can definitely do it!"

"jungkook has encountered the biggest crisis in his life!" Min Yoongi joked.

"Come on, come on, A!"

Tian Zhengguo pursed his lips and glanced at the big screen: "army"

"Oh~army, R!"

Tian Zhengguo brainstormed quickly, thinking of words starting with r in his mind. "remembers"

"remember! I have a hunch it's a big move! M!"

"M...M...Min...Minsuga?"

Song Yujun was taken aback, why did he think that Tian Zhengguo wanted to say his name at first?

He wasn't the only one who had this idea, the other brothers couldn't laugh or cry when they heard this answer.

Jin Shuozhen took the mic, "Minsuga? Why don't you say minjun?"

Min Yoongi looked at the camera speechlessly.

"Hahaha, what about Y?" Park Jimin said.

"Y..."

"Brother YoonKi?" Min Yoon-ki suddenly said.

Several members froze for a moment and burst out laughing.

"army/remember/Minsuga/is/yoonki?"

"Ami, don't you forget that Minsuga is Yoongi?"

"It seems to make sense, hahahahahaha"

[Why do I feel that what Guozi wanted to say at the beginning was min?After all, he stopped at the syllable of min for a long time, and in the end it was his brothers who gave him a wink before changing to minsuga]

[front!I agree!I always feel that tonight's fruit pays too much attention to minbao, so I have to take a look from time to time! ]

[Don't ask, asking is talking]

[Min Yoongi: I'm tired of blocking this cabinet door]

[Min Maomao: Aixi——you little lovers are so affectionate, can you not pull me to show your affection openly? ]

After playing several weird games, this session also came to an end. The exposed abdominal muscles and shaved head that Song Yujun was afraid of were really not selected.

It seems that the company is still sensible.

So far, all the game sessions of the meeting are over, and only a few songs are left on the stage.

"Ousou, Fat Egg Bridge Miji!"

Fortunately, dope and IneedU did not make the same collision mistake as the man just now, and everything ended smoothly, but when Song Yujun jumped halfway to IneedU, he felt a little short of breath, and he barely danced through the whole song.

Between the two songs, the agent had agreed with them before, and it would be reserved for them, especially Song Yujun, to rest and recover.

As the lights dimmed, Song Yujun fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and pale in front of his eyes.

Several staff members came up to help him down, let him sit on the floor, unbuckled his belt to let him breathe, and while holding an oxygen tank in front of him, they wiped his sweat with a towel.

It was obviously cold in January, but Song Junjun was sweating all over. Song Haofan came over and reached out to check his junior, and found that Song Junjun's back was covered in cold sweat.

"The foot injury recurred?" Song Haofan asked with a frown.

Holding the oxygen bottle, Song Yujun shook his head feebly, and then took the oxygen bottle away when there was no white light in front of his eyes: "The feet are fine, but I can't breathe for a while."

In fact, Song Yujun himself doesn't know what's wrong with him. According to his physical activity today, it is actually not as good as one-third of the previous concert.

An outsider can use his body to support the next concert, why can't he even use a third of it?

But he is indeed the one who is out of breath now.

Jin Shuozhen touched Song Junjun's forehead worriedly, "Could it be sick? Is it hard?"

Dazed, Song Yujun took off Jin Shuozhen's hand on his forehead and rubbed it subconsciously, "It's really fine, just take a rest, brother, let's change clothes first."

Jin Shuozhen was rushed to change clothes jointly by his agent and Song Yujun. The staff brought the clothes that Song Yujun was going to change next and helped him change directly.

Song Yujun didn't need his family to dress him since he was five years old, but now that he's grown up, he still needs help from others to dress him, and he felt ashamed for a while.

"Nu Na, I can wear it myself." Song Yujun awkwardly refused the baked sweet potato that offered to undress him.

"Don't move." Song Haofan stared, and Song Junjun obediently remained silent, "Take it easy, you have to go on stage later, if you can't recover from the restless movement, don't go up there."

Song Haofan's threat was quite effective, roasted sweet potatoes put Song Junjun in a black windbreaker, and took out a makeup brush to touch up his makeup.On the other side, someone reached into his clothes with a towel to wipe his sweat.

Holding the oxygen tank, Song Yujun felt like he was disabled at the third level, as if he couldn't do anything by himself.

"Can you hold it?" Song Haofan asked, "If you can't hold it, don't go on stage, there are not a few songs left."

Song Yujun hesitated for a moment, although he was a little uncomfortable physically, but when he thought about the hard work of the members who practiced the new movement line with him before, he felt that giving up so easily seemed a bit sorry for the efforts of others.

Tian Zhengguo pretended to pass by Song Junjun inadvertently, and his eyes dimmed a bit when he heard the manager's question.

Sure enough, do you still want to give up?

"No, I'll go on stage, I can do it." Song Yujun said, "I feel like I can hold on, I've already reached here, let's make it complete."

Song Haofan took a deep look at Song Junjun, said nothing, and shouted at Tian Zhengguo behind him, "Zhengguo, are you done? Come and help me look at Junjun first, I'll go to the other members have a look."

Song Yujun:?

Song Yujun turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, he saw Tian Zhengguo standing not far behind him, flustered by being called by his manager, and when he saw him looking over, he came over calmly.

"Brother, leave this to me, you go to work." Tian Zhengguo waved to Song Haofan.

Song Haofan nodded, and as he said, he walked towards the bulletproof locker room.

Song Yujun and Tian Zhengguo were left looking at each other.

Song Yujun: When did this kid appear?Do you walk without making a sound?