Thinker in the entertainment industry

"What are you talking about, do you know Thinker?" ra·vi was busy watching TV, but couldn't hear what Li Taemin was talking to himself.

"What's his real name?" Li Taemin came back to his senses and gave Kim Jongin a complicated look, but he didn't say anything, but asked ra·vi such a question.

Ra·vi shook his head: "I don't know, I'll go back and ask."

"Oh," Lee Taemin exhaled, "He reminds me of an old acquaintance."

South Korea's strict seniority order system means that only people of the same age can be friends, unless both parties don't take "seniority order" seriously - this is relatively rare, so most of the time, artists still find peers friends playing together.This is the case with Lee Taemin, Kim Jongin, and ra·vi.In fact, apart from being the same age, they don't have much in common.The three belong to different groups, and Lee Taemin and Kim Jongin are both sm, they are both dance lovers, Kim Jongin and ra·vi both debuted in 12 years and are of the same generation, other than that, there is nothing else.

However, there were not many idols born in 1993, and they still had to be able to chat. After such a screening, there were not many left.As an idol, he debuted at a young age, and the probability of making friends of the same age in other occasions such as school is not high.It's good to find friends when we usually get together to talk and talk, so why pick and choose.

They all knew it in their hearts, so ra·vi wisely didn't continue to ask, otherwise it would sound like a shallow conversation.

Kim Jong-in didn't want to talk about it either, but Lee Tae-min didn't let him go. After r□□i left, Lee Tae-min and Kim Jong-in went back to the company together. On the way, Lee Tae-min said, "Have you heard of this name?"

"Ok?"

The "sleepy face" didn't work this time, Li Taemin looked at the ground with a sullen face, "Zheng Zhiyong", he said, "When you joined the company, you should have heard some rumors, about me, and about this person." .

Jin Zhongren was silent for a while: "I don't believe it."

"Thank you", Lee Taemin said, "But, you don't know what happened at that time, I can't say that I didn't do anything, but it's really annoying to put such a certain label on for no reason."

"At the end of 2007, the company decided to launch a men's group in 2008. Like TVXQ's predecessors, there are five or six members, not a large group. Lead singer, sub-singer, lead dancer, appearance, the competition for each position is fierce. Brother Hyun, Brother Jinji, it was confirmed earlier. I was not good at singing at that time, and I was fighting for the position of lead dancer. The one who competed with me for a position was my friend, Zheng Zhiyong. In fact, he was in 1992, and I also I keep calling him Brother Zhiyong, but we are actually almost friends, he has a good family background, and people always go abroad, so he doesn’t care much about it.”

"Actually, at that time, everyone, including myself, thought he was the one who would be selected. His dancing skills were similar to mine, but his memorization of movements was much faster than mine. I joined the company two years later, but he joined the company. The company didn’t learn to dance before, and the speed of improvement is not comparable. As for singing, we couldn’t say how outstanding it was at the time, and we were worthy of the status of non-lead singers, but I haven’t finished the voice change period, but he has. Other aspects , he is better than me, the company he joined first in the appearance group, his appearance is considered superior in SM, his grades in the acting class are good, and his personality is also good. That's what I thought at the time, if I was the one who debuted , the biggest possibility is that the front man in the group also has to take the acting route, he will be reserved for the next boy group, I can't think of other situations. However, I was younger and practiced in the company The time is also shorter, and if I have to leave one for the group behind, my possibility is even greater."

"One day, a few of us went out to dinner together at night—"

Li Taemin changed the topic.

2007, winter.

"This buckwheat noodle shop is special, what size bowl do you want, brother Zhiyong?" Li Taemin asked.

"Buckwheat noodles?" Zheng Zhiyong blinked and looked down at the menu on the counter, "Forget it, I don't want to eat this, just give me some seafood noodles."

"It's hard to come out once, you order the most common seafood noodles." The trainee who came together shook his head in disapproval.

"That's it, don't give me some buckwheat, do you hear?" Zheng Zhiyong rubbed his face with a smile, "No, I'm a little tired, I'm going to wash my face first, Taemin, take it for me when it's done." .

"Okay," Li Taemin readily agreed, "Brother, you are not feeling well, are you?"

"It's hard to say, the nose is really uncomfortable. If you catch a cold at this time, it will delay things." Zheng Zhiyong was still smiling, and after he finished speaking, he asked the boss, "Uncle, where is the bathroom?"

As soon as Zheng Zhiyong left, the noodles came out of the pot. Several people took away their buckwheat noodles, and Li Taimin turned back to the counter and brought Zheng Zhiyong's seafood noodles.

"I can see Zheng Zhiyong picky eaters in my lifetime", the trainee sitting opposite him sighed, "At the beginning, I knew that his family was rich, so I thought he would be raised very picky."

"Actually, I'm not picky at all. Brother Zhiyong eats junk food from roadside stalls, but he doesn't eat too much," Li Taimin said, picking up a chopstick from his bowl of soba noodles, "However, soba noodles, this Is the food hard to eat?"

"It's not because it's unhealthy." Another person said, "Looking at Zhiyong's resolute look, he must be not used to the taste." He picked it up and took a bite, "I think it's delicious."

"I also think that this store is doing very well, and there is a chance to return it."

Li Taemin also bowed his head and took a bite: "It's pretty good."

"Why don't you put some in Zhiyong's bowl? Apart from dog meat and live octopus, which may not be acceptable psychologically, other picky eaters just don't have enough taste." Someone suggested.

"That's right, isn't he an atheist, and he doesn't have any religious taboos."

"Even if you believe in religion, there is no religious taboo against buckwheat. Taemin, add some to Jiyong's bowl."

"Wait for brother Zhiyong to come back and tell him no." Li Taimin said.

"It's a bit difficult for me. Sometimes dislike is a psychological factor." Someone said, "When I was young, I refused to eat cow's brain, and I felt guilty when I saw it. Later, my dad told me it was tofu, so I said If you eat it, it's nothing."

"Could that be the same thing?" Li Taemin laughed, "And, why don't you come."

A few people who were wolfing down: "We are not close to him, what if he wants to find fault with our saliva?"

Li Taimin was speechless: "Then..." He carefully picked out a few noodles from his own bowl and put them into Zheng Zhiyong's bowl of seafood noodles.

"Why are there only a few, add more."

"If Brother Zhiyong can't stand it, what if we put in too many flavors?" Li Taimin said, frowning unconsciously, "I still think it's better to wait for Brother Zhiyong to come back and ask him, but it's already been put in... "

"So don't regret it, wait for him to come back and see the effect."

At this moment, Zheng Zhiyong came back with a blank face.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Seeing Zheng Zhiyong like this, Li Taemin asked.

Zheng Zhiyong rubbed his nose, with an unlovable face: "It seems that I really have a cold. At this time... alas." He sat down, resting his elbows on the table, and picked up the chopsticks absently.

"Relax, your health is not bad." Someone said.

Li Taemin also comforted: "That's right, I haven't seen you sick in the past two years."

"It's because I haven't been sick for two years that I'm worried," Zheng Zhiyong plunged his chopsticks into the bowl with his right hand, and turned his head to Li Taemin with a wry smile. "The seafood noodles here are a bit salty," he said in a vague voice.

"I told you to eat soba noodles. The soba noodles are very good."

Zheng Zhiyong shook his head with a smile, but in the next second, his smile was distorted.

"Cough, cough, cough..." With an earth-shattering cough, Zheng Zhiyong's body curled up, and he spat all the noodles in his mouth on the ground.This is not the end yet, after spitting out what was in his mouth, Zheng Zhiyong stretched out his hand without hesitation, and put the index finger of his right hand straight into his throat, obviously trying to induce vomiting.

Other people in the restaurant all cast their gazes over, while the trainees who were at the same table with Zheng Zhiyong were dumbfounded.No matter how approachable Zheng Zhiyong is, he has never shown such a distressed look. The most embarrassing moment for him was when he accidentally fell while dancing and it was funny. How could he be kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face? A puddle of vomit.

The uncle owner also came over: "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

He can't come if he doesn't come. Didn't you see that the other customers in the store put down their chopsticks!The owner was also afraid that something was wrong with the food.

At this time, Zheng Zhiyong coughed again, and finally spit out the undigested noodles with the sour taste of gastric juice. He gasped, stared at his vomit for two seconds, and then responded to the owner's inquiry. There was a reaction, "Is there hot water?" Zheng Zhiyong reluctantly got up, his voice was hoarse and harsh, "I am allergic."

The shopkeeper, who was relieved, quickly brought over the hot water. Zheng Zhiyong skillfully took out a small transparent bag from his pocket, took out the white pill inside with trembling hands, swallowed it with hot water, and took it from the table again. He wiped his face with two facial tissues: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I have something to ask you."

Zheng Zhiyong and the owner walked towards the counter, the waiter came to clean up the vomit, several people in the seats looked at each other, Li Taimin stared blankly at the two types of noodles that had not been digested, and suddenly felt that he had made a big mistake.

Not long after, Zheng Zhiyong came back, his eyes were still red, but he didn't know whether it was from the tears just now or from anger.With his hands on the table, he tried his best to restrain himself and not let his body tremble: "Let me ask, has any of you put soba noodles in my bowl?"

Zheng Zhiyong's hoarse voice made Li Taemin's heart tense, his mind went blank, and he couldn't make any response, but the others responded—they subconsciously looked at Li Taemin together.

"Taemin, did you let him go?"

"I..." Zheng Zhiyong's temper has always been very good, even if he gets angry, he will restrain himself with restraint, but now he looks obviously mad. Li Taimin's head is a little confused, and he can't say anything to explain except acquiescence.

Zheng Zhiyong's livid face became even darker, and his hands on the table were unconsciously clenched into fists. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging. "Go out and talk," he said in a hoarse voice.

Li Taemin followed Zheng Zhiyong out anxiously, his brain was running fast as he walked, thinking about how to apologize, and the others who came together quickly followed, and it was not just Li Taemin who was frightened by Zheng Zhiyong's unstoppable anger That's all.

It was already late, and the noodle shop they went to was in an alley, and there were not many people on the road.So just two steps out of the door, Zheng Zhiyong stopped, turned his head and stared at Li Taimin, his voice was hoarse and even a little scary: "Put allergens in the other party's food without his knowledge, and the dead will do it." It'll be all right, nice way to legally murder, huh?"

Li Taemin, who was about to say sorry first, was suddenly slapped with a big hat that he couldn't imagine by Zheng Zhiyong, and he was stunned.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Taimin's face flushed rapidly, because of embarrassment, worry, and a little resentment: "Brother, you didn't tell me..."

"Don't call me brother!" Zheng Zhiyong was still furious, "Didn't I tell you that I don't eat buckwheat noodles, why did you let it go secretly when I didn't know?" He stretched out his hand and pressed his throat, "Now you are very satisfied?"

But Li Taemin only had the words "can't back down" in his mind. Zheng Zhiyong's accusation was too serious, and he couldn't admit it: "You told me you were allergic and I definitely wouldn't let it go, and you didn't say it directly. Picky eaters!" Li Taemin's resentment towards Zheng Zhiyong came from this: You are allergic to buckwheat, can't you just say it?

"We had a big fight. He's a year older than me, and he's well-bred. I've known him for two years and we've never had a fight, but that night..." Li Taimin sighed, "You're not allowed to enter the company for these things." I should have heard it when I was there, Zhong Ren, some people said I really didn't know, some people said I did it on purpose..."

Jin Zhongren nodded. It was already 2008 when he entered SM, and he still heard these rumors. One can imagine how strong the rumors were when Zheng Zhiyong just disappeared: "Did it spread from other people present?"

"That's right, there's no one else."

Jin Zhongren hesitated to speak.

Seeing him like this, Li Taemin knew who Jin Zhongren was suspicious of: "Actually, there are other things that they don't know."

"what?"

"That wasn't the last time I met him," Lee Taemin said, "After we broke up, I walked to the dormitory alone, and I met him on the way, no, it should be, he came to me."