[Entertainment BTS] 100 confessions and 99 rejections

"Sister Yalin," entered the club, entered the reserved private room, and saw Sister Yalin watching TV there, and Brother Zhilong playing with his mobile phone there.

The two play their own way, both of them are very cold on the outside, but in private they have a dull and cute expression.

"Here?" Sister Yalin waved lazily, and I sat beside her and leaned against her.

"Where's your little boyfriend?" My sister glanced at me, "There's really no one in today's round, and that guy Soo Hyuk isn't here either."

"No, it's time for a break," I breathed out, "There are so few people today, how can we play..."

"Oh, we finally broke up." Brother Zhilong raised his head, raised his eyebrows and spoke viciously at me, "I was curious about how you two got together at the beginning."

He complained like this, and I was helpless.

"Please! Don't say that, okay?" I spread my hands, "Is it dyed in a new color? I'm so envious, the company won't dye it..."

I didn't see clearly just now, only to realize that my sister was dyed into grandma gray.

I stroked her hair enviously.

"When you stay in the company for a few more years, they won't care about you," she shrugged, telling the truth in this circle, "I'll go dance later."

As she spoke, she was about to stand up and drag me away.

"You go first, I'll play here for a while," I pitifully took out my phone, "Forget it, let's play the game, and go home at one o'clock, do you want to form a group?"

I poked my brother, he nodded and said, "Wait, this game is over."

"Yes, you two are having a good time here," Sister Yalin spread her hands, "Come down and accompany me."

She exited the private room neatly.

"Are you okay?" I poured myself a glass of champagne, drank a few sips, and felt a little high, "You are so weak."

I couldn't help my tongue, and shook my head at Brother Zhilong's game interface.

He gave me a strange look and said, "I have something on my mind, and I'm starting to get high now? Well, well..."

I flicked my sore wrists and began to concentrate on playing the game.

After playing for a long time, Sister Yalin came back and we were still playing. She took out her mobile phone beside her:

"You two are a breath of fresh air in the nightclub..."

I guess she's mostly complaining about the radiation-proof rimless glasses I wear to play the game well.

I think it's very pretty. Wearing it like this, it also protects against radiation. How nice it is!

"Ah, your brother and I don't have good eyesight now," my brother said, taking away my good glasses and putting them on by myself, which is quite suitable.

Seeing him quit the game immediately and start taking selfies there.

But I still want to roll my eyes.

My sister took another picture, probably posting it on INS.

"Stop playing!" I threw my phone on the table, took a few sips of wine, "Go dance!"

I hurriedly pulled Sister Yalin, and then she smiled and went out with me on her arm.

It was crazy again in the middle of the night, Zhilong, the only one in the nightclub who didn't drink, sent us home one by one.

He's an absolute breath of fresh air, really.

I woke up with a terrible headache in the morning, and I didn't drink much.

"Brother, what's the matter?" The ringing of the manager's phone almost killed me.

"Ah! You played with them again?! Didn't you say that the company wants to make you a healthy and uplifting image?" My brother has always disliked them.

"I'm healthy," I scratched my head, "I drank some champagne, danced and played games, so brother, you were scolded by the president to teach me because you went to play."

I already know the reason why you were trained, brother, so don't bother me anymore, okay?

He choked on me, and retorted: "Stinky girl! The queen model contract I just talked about almost got ruined again, please be careful."

In fact, it’s okay to play, but it’s not good to be posted on ins.

Obviously, what I posted during the day was a photo of a healthy life.

Hmph, if Nan Zhuhyuk was also an accomplice, he wouldn't be staring at me and arguing like this.

what...

My head hurts...

Just as I was lying on the sofa complaining of a headache, another call came.

I thought it was the manager brother who hadn't finished talking just now, but it turned out to be sister Zhiyu.

"Hello, Miss Zhiyu?" Then I remembered yesterday's missed call list, "I haven't contacted you for a long time."

"Ah, damn girl, I didn't know you were wandering because I couldn't get through the phone." Even though we hadn't seen each other for a long time, Sister Zhiyu still scolded me mercilessly, "Is your apartment still there?"

"Well," I moaned and got up to squeeze juice for myself, "what's the matter?"

I grumbled, scratched my hair, and sipped juice for energy.

"I'm here, you open the door."

When she said that, I almost spit out.

I couldn't believe her words until she rang our doorbell.

When the door opened, it was really her.

"Ah, did you play too hard yesterday? You look so pale," she glanced at me, and hurried in with her bags, "But she's really a star, and she's getting better and better."

Liar, you just glanced at me.

"That must be, the school beauty is not for nothing," I still took her words, helped her carry things, put them away, "" What are these?

Of course I knew what it was, but I kept asking her because I was very excited.

"Small dishes made by my mother." She changed the slippers and helped me put them in the refrigerator one by one. "The things the children asked you to sign, as well as my clothes, come and stay for a few days..."

I think she is my mother, and my mother never took care of me like that.

I was a little excited to see her tell me.

"Okay." Of course it doesn't matter if she comes to live with me, "what's the matter?"

I'm actually more curious about this.

"Ah, you are too much," she sighed, and turned to look at me, "Haoxi is on stage for the first time, and he was so close before..."

She looked at me with some resentment, but didn't say anything serious.

Yes, very dear.

"Really?" I put down the glass and looked at him, "So soon?"

This name has been popping up a lot lately.

"Hurry up, our Haoxi has been practicing hard for three years," Sister Zhiyu glared at me, "The bad girl who only went to see him once must go this time, the previous few times were all excuses for work, our Haoxi Xi knows that his sister Can'er has successfully become a model."

Well, she's angry now.

"..." You Haoxi also know that his sister Can'er broke up recently, "I know."

And it's still the first-class audience at the scene, with tickets.

I wanted to find another excuse or something, but when I thought of her staying at my house, I would definitely be found out.

I went shopping with her for a day, and was dragged to watch their first debut showcase the next afternoon.

To be honest, there are really not many children who come here. I hope he will succeed in the future.

First, they introduced themselves one by one. His stage name is Jhope, and I think it suits him very well.

"Where are uncles and aunts?" I black-lined, and poked and patted Sister Zhiyu.

"Backstage," she was really serious, "I'm going to take out these black histories and blackmail this kid hahahaha..."

"Are you really brothers and sisters?" I blacked out, pursed my dry lips, and continued to watch their stage.

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