Thinker in the entertainment industry

"When, Where, and How" is a solo song by Park Kyung. The quality of the song is good, but the content...is a bit yellow.There are hundreds of pornographic songs in the underground. For example, aomg is a famous production base of yellow songs, but Park Kyung’s song is especially because it is placed in blockb’s album, which challenges the purity of young female fans. soul.Although the current male idols are becoming more and more filthy, the little girls are getting farther and farther away from the word "pure"...

Closer to home, although Jung Jiyong’s reasons for refusing to sing Park Kyung’s songs sound reasonable, the word “shy” he used still drew some people’s ridicule: “Is thinker still a virgin?”

Don't think that men don't gossip, it's just that they focus on different things. Anyway, "experience" is one of the hot topics.

Others were not malicious, although Zheng Zhiyong didn't like it, he didn't show a trace of negative emotion, he still didn't change his face and his heart beat, "Yes", he smiled, "The fate has not yet come".

Standing where the eyes meet, his figure is straight but not stiff, his aura is gentle but not timid, his voice is quiet and sweet, his appearance is even more speechless, plus his well-known talent... No matter how you look at him, this kind of person is amazing. It's because I'm picky, not because I don't want it, that I'm single now.

You know, even in the underground, if you talk about cknut's singleness, you can just say "you are so low that no one likes you", but if you talk about Zheng Zhiyong's singleness, you can only start with sexuality and function.

Zheng Zhiyong has a good impression on everyone now, they don't think so unscrupulously.

Anyone who is familiar with Zheng Zhiyong knows that this guy has a special feature on stage - most of the time he stands still as if he has been immobilized, and occasionally moves a few times without much movement.If he hadn't created a rather aura of posture, hip-hop's requirements for "swag" would definitely not be satisfied.

But this time, Zheng Zhiyong is quite face-saving, at least there are no nails on his feet-to be honest, although Park Jae-bum did not comment on Zheng Zhiyong's unnatural movements during the team task, the worry in his eyes made him laugh. Zheng Zhiyong felt uncomfortable all over.

It seems that I really should have a good understanding of how far I can do on the stage.There is no way around the physical limitations, but at least the psychological limitations should be removed as soon as possible.

For an occasion like a party, give it a try.

"You don't know what it means to be handsome. Look at your bad manners. Standing on the stage and playing around without restraint is the right answer, breakitupreadygo."

Zheng Zhiyong was leaning on the table next to him, his eyes were clear, but his smile was somewhat cynical.It's not pretending to be rebellious, but: it's just a bit of indulgence, which is not a bad thing, you should know it.

With his left hand propped on the table, he made an "up" movement, and at the same time he raised his right hand sharply: "Start today."

Lee Min Hyuk and Ahn Jae Hyo raised their hands together: "Character is zero."

Zico and Park Kyung were also very supportive and raised their hands together: "Character—zero!"

This is the atmosphere of a birthday party.

Except for Zico, there were all strangers present. Of course, Zheng Zhiyong couldn't let go completely, but he found that it was no problem to cater to the atmosphere of the scene.

"You should sing more high songs", Zico also taught him when he left, "It's no good to give others the impression of bitterness and hatred, and you haven't reached that level."

"It's still a little bit, isn't it?" Zheng Zhiyong, who was thinking about whether there is time to improve the movements now, or whether to wait until the two programs are over, responded somewhat perfunctorily.

After the show ended, the people who came to the party left one after another. Park Jing and the others had other things to do, so they didn't go with Zico. Not long after, Zico's agent arrived by car.After being excited and tired, Zico took out the car keys several times before giving it to the agent, and then opened the rear door, allowing Zheng Zhiyong to sit in the back with him.

Of course Zheng Zhiyong had no objection to this, he leaned his head down and sat behind the driver's seat, Zico sat next to him, and another person said he was a little motion sick, so he sat in the co-pilot——Zico is not only taking Zheng on the way Zhiyong one.

When the manager asked the two hitchhikers in the car where their destinations were, that person also mentioned his situation by the way. He drank a little too much. Although walking is no problem, it would be better to have it delivered to his door.

Not Zheng Zhiyong, he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, and he was in good spirits, but because he had a good relationship with Zico and was on the way, he saved himself from standing on the side of the road to take a taxi and might have to deal with the taxi driver who recognized him.

But when it comes to drinking... Zheng Zhiyong sniffled, "Brother", he patted the shoulder of the friend in front of him who had drunk too much, "You drink grapefruit-flavored soju, right?" Sitting next to him at the party, Zheng Zhiyong even went to smell it, but he has a lot of things to do, so he didn't drink alcohol today.

The one nodded: "Yes, that's right."

"I seem to smell another kind of wine." Zheng Zhiyong's eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

"You think too much." Zico, who was tired after the trouble and was about to squint in the car for a while, rubbed his brows, "None of us spilled the wine."

Zheng Zhiyong thought about it, and was about to sit back, but his eyes glanced at the rear-view mirror in the car inadvertently.

——Looking in the rear mirror, Zico's manager, sitting in the driver's seat, bit his lip with his teeth, and his eyes wandered.

"Wait a minute." Zheng Zhiyong said.

He took off his seat belt, pushed open the door, got out of the car, and took another step to the side of the driver's seat.Through the car window, he clearly saw the guilty expression of Zico's manager.

Zheng Zhiyong's back muscles tensed up, he took a breath, temporarily suppressed the restlessness in his body, and knocked on the car window with his hand.

no response.

"What's wrong?" Zico asked.

"Lower the window, let me smell it," Zheng Zhiyong tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and said loudly, "Just smell it."

He put his body on the car window, and his posture clearly wrote: If you don't agree, don't even try to drive the car out of the parking space.

"Brother, lower the window." Zico was sleepy, and Zico's patience was short, "Then tell us, what did you smell?"

The window next to the driver's seat was finally rolled down a crack, but it was not enough for Zheng Zhiyong to poke his head in, only the voice of the person inside could be heard outside: "That...before I came here...I Had some wine."

Zico, who was originally groggy, froze for a second, then suddenly woke up.

And Zheng Zhiyong has already opened the car door - the car has not been turned on, so the door is not locked, "You drank alcohol, didn't you eat shochu-flavored chocolate, right?"

Use non-honorific.

"How do you talk!" Zico's manager was older than Zheng Zhiyong, and his sensitivity to disrespectful language immediately overwhelmed his guilty conscience.

He was answered with a punch in the face.

Zheng Zhiyong's punch hit him on the bridge of the nose, blood was seen immediately.But Zheng Zhiyong felt nothing.

No, it should be said that he could see the astonishment of the person in front of him and the two red streams of blood under his nose, he could hear the screams on the other side and Zico calling him "Zhi Yong", and he could also feel the force of the fist colliding with the bridge of his nose. The pain came from the interaction, but he couldn't control his body.

Anger was burning, in his brain, in his red eyes, in the curled fingers of his right hand, in the muscles of his arms, in his spine that still aches from time to time, in the In the right left leg, in his once healthy body, which is now unnatural to even complete a "lively" stage, it took over Zheng Zhiyong, making him do inappropriate actions without hesitation.

He grabbed the opponent's collar with his left hand, trying to drag him out of the car, but because the manager was wearing a seat belt, Zheng Zhiyong only pulled his upper body out of the car.

It doesn't matter.

Zheng Zhiyong's lips were tightly pressed together, and his face did not move at all, like a piece of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.He raised his right hand and punched the exposed face hard again.

"what!"

The manager finally came back to his senses a little bit, and instinctively raised his arms to cover his face.

The third punch landed on his wrist with the sound of the wind, and the burning pain of dislocation was not inferior to the punch on the face.

When Zhang Xiansheng arrived at the police station, Zheng Zhiyong answered the police's questions with a straight face.

When seeing him, Zheng Zhiyong was obviously a little surprised, and shrank back a bit: "Brother, how do you know..."

"You told me where you attended the party, and I searched for the nearest police station." Zhang Xiansheng raised his phone, the phone map is something that needs to be used flexibly.

Zheng Zhiyong was silent. When he told Zhang Xiansheng that he had something to break the appointment, he shouldn't have told him about him at the police station.Zhang Xiansheng is not a smart person, nor is he so stupid that he can't find his location unless he mentions it.

"Okay, you've probably calmed down." The policeman on duty sitting across from him knocked on the table impatiently, "Let's talk about the ins and outs."

No matter what line of work you do in South Korea, you can meet entertainers frequently, but their police officers who are in charge of law and order are definitely at the bottom.Artists do drugs, gamble and evade taxes, and there are absolutely few fights, and people are beaten up in the street... The police uncles and aunts who have also watched the "Infinite Challenge" song festival feel that the image of the artist on the screen, It really is unreliable.

Although the thinker who did something like beating someone in the street really didn't show any hostility after he calmed down.

"Is there an alcohol tester here?" Zheng Zhiyong asked softly.

The policeman on the opposite side was taken aback: "Yes."

"Let him breathe a sigh of relief", Zheng Zhiyong turned his face, facing the manager who was sitting next to him and was rescued from his fist by Zico, "That's the reason".

When the police received the report, it had nothing to do with Zico and the others—this kind of incident brought to the police station was purely detrimental to Zico. A person dragged down and then punched, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a serious violence.After bringing the person to the police station, the police found out that the identity of the person involved was special, but they brought everyone here, so they could only do business.

After Zheng Zhiyong said this, they thought about it back and forth, and the ins and outs of the matter were ready to come out.

"Let him blow it," said the policeman in charge of taking notes.

Although I have never dealt with artists' fights, I heard from younger generations that the two artists involved are quite famous, and the popularity has been high recently. The old policeman who wrote the transcript has a little gray hair, and he is almost at the age of retirement. , the mind should be more careful.He thinks that this matter may attract a lot of media attention, and he has done all the procedures that can be done so that no problems can be found, and there is always nothing wrong.

The order of the country's violent agency is not as easy to evade and delay as it was when facing Zheng Zhiyong, the manager honestly blew.

All saw the red light on the breathalyzer.

"He wasn't driving," said the old policeman.

"I didn't drive out of the parking space, and I didn't even start the car," Zheng Zhiyong said flatly and sternly, "It doesn't constitute drunk driving."

He lowered his head, and his back, which was always straight, was bent down at this time, his arms were propped on the table in front of him, his eyelids were drooping, his eyes were slack under the fluttering eyelashes, and his whole body was full of exhaustion.It's not self-defeating, nor is it begging for mercy, it's simply... tired.

The old policeman lowered his head and scribbled a few lines on the record, then raised his head to look at Zheng Zhiyong, and sighed: "You...it's wrong for others to drink and drive, but you beat someone..." Just do it, As an artist, it is unwise to beat people like a palette in the street.

The following words were politically incorrect, and the old policeman didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry to cause you trouble." The police who are usually in charge of security issues are involved in the artist's affairs. It is indeed a little troublesome. "I don't have a driver's license. My friend is afraid of driving tired, so I asked him to help drive... ...", Zheng Zhiyong's voice was still trembling, and when he said this, his right hand, which was under his left arm, tightened unconsciously, "I'm so angry."

"calm down."

Zheng Zhiyong said to the younger policeman who was a little impatient at first.

Now their thinking has changed. Originally, they thought "I didn't expect him to be a violent person when I watched him look like a dog on TV", but now they think "I didn't expect him to have a bad temper when he looked elegant and polite".

Not every policeman has noble moral sentiments and a firm spirit of abiding by the law, but as a policeman, how risky is the risk of drinking and driving, and if the passengers of the drunk driver cannot prove that they did not know that the other party was drinking, they will be jointly and severally liable They are very clear about responsibility.The matter of Zheng Zhiyong's beating is another story, there is still some reason to be angry.

"Well," Zheng Zhiyong responded, "The thing has already been done, and I accept the punishment - how to deal with this situation?"

How to deal with it?Zheng Zhiyong's punches looked scary, and what they caused was a bruised nose and a swollen face. They didn't even count as minor injuries. His beating could only be regarded as a public security issue. "One is whether the victim is understanding. In addition, if you are leaving today, you need to find someone to bail you out."

"I come."

There were two people talking: one was Zico who accompanied Zheng Zhiyong and his manager to the police station, who had just been sitting next to the manager listening to the police talking to Zheng Zhiyong; Zhang Xiansheng didn't know who to send a message to for a long time, and now he finally put his phone in his pocket.