[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The whole house echoed with uninhibited laughter.

Song Zechen faced the singing and dancing crowd with dead eyes. His heart was trembling with their laughter. He pressed his temples and covered his ears, hoping to avoid the sound of glass rubbing multiplied by seven times. mental pollution.

"So he broke his leg while skiing, right?"

Jin Shuozhen's words were not a question, but just to provoke his own laughter and ridicule Song Zechen.

Then he smiled heartily and lay on Tian Zhengguo's body.

Song Zechen didn't say a word, of course he wouldn't humiliate himself and ask "Is it that funny?", because the answer of this group of people is obvious.He maintained a disillusioned expression, and insisted on implementing the concept of "he will be strong by him, and the breeze will blow the hills. He will let him be strong, and the bright moon will shine on the river"*, waiting for the calm and restlessness of this group of people.

"Does Fang pdnim know?" Zheng Haoxi was still worried that Song Zechen would be scolded by Fang Shihe for this.

"He knows."

As soon as Song Zechen finished the operation, he called Fang Shihe to report. After Fang Shihe heard it, he couldn't find a suitable reply for a while. It was the first time he encountered such a wild operation.On the contrary, he comforted him, but fortunately, there was still some time before his return, enough for him to cultivate.

Park Jimin "touched" the plaster cast curiously: "I haven't seen this before."

"I hope you never see him again." Song Zechen folded his arms.

"But I see it now hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Park Jimin was poked at the point of laughter again, and the emotions that had finally calmed down were rekindled.

Song Zechen: ""

"Let's draw." Jin Tae-ju jumped out of the topic suddenly, and the others couldn't keep up for a while, so they cast doubtful eyes on him.

"Here." Jin Taiyi pursed his lips, and led everyone's attention to Song Zechen's clumsy right leg that had been casted, implying everything.

Song Zechen had an ominous premonition, but he couldn't move now, he was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, a fish on the chopping board, a small glutinous rice ball in Jin Shuozhen's bowl, and Tian Zhengguo's flourishing fitness equipment.

In short, there is no autonomy.

Jin Taixi rushed to the room to bring out a large box of watercolor pens, and everyone was gearing up to pick out the colors. They grinned at Song Zechen who was leaning on the sofa, and began to paint imaginatively on the plaster of Song Zechen's right leg.

Song Zechen didn't bother to stop them, so he let them go, commenting from time to time with great interest.

"Brother, do you want to eat cake again?"

Kim Seok-jin draws all food.

"I got fat during Chinese New Year and now I need to manage my body." Jin Shuozhen replied without raising his head, and suddenly asked: "How do you draw steak?"

Alas, I want to eat steak again.

"What are you painting?" He asked Jin Tae-joo.

"strawberry."

Song Zechen stared at the apple-like thing without saying a word.

"What about you?" He asked Park Jimin.

"Fried chicken, because I want to eat it."

Song Zechen ignored the stick figure chicken. There is still a big difference between chicken and fried chicken, okay?

"Brother, please sign again."

Although Park Jimin hesitated, he obediently signed according to Song Zechen's request.

"Why do you want to sign?"

"Perhaps you have heard of a painting called self-portrait, which is signed and authenticated after painting." Min Yunqi fully understood Song Zechen's intention.

Park Jimin:? ? ?

"Oh, Zhengguo painted One Piece." When Song Zechen talked about Tian Zhengguo's paintings, his tone changed immediately, from winter-like cold to spring-like warmth.

Tian Zhengguo carefully drew Chopper on it, with round eyes.

"As cute as maknae."

By the way, he rubbed the round head of the maknae, and he often misses this feeling when he is away from home. Now that his wish has come true, Song Zechen narrowed his eyes contentedly.

Park Jimin threw out his pen: Dog boy boy!

Everyone is generally very satisfied with their artworks. They kept taking pictures with their mobile phones, and the p-picture filters were completed in one go.

"It's over." Song Zechen, who had been thinking about something, finally caught the automatic reminder that flashed through his mind before, but it was too late.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Haoxi asked cheerfully and habitually, but in fact he didn't take it seriously, and was still immersed in the thrill of the completion of the creation.

Song Zechen felt his throat itchy, as if ants had crawled over it, and at the same time his hands were itchy, he moved his neck joints expressionlessly, and did a few stretching movements of his fingers.Slightly opened his mouth and threw out an explosive message:

"I am going to Seoul National University Entrance Ceremony tomorrow"

Everyone froze as if they had been immobilized, but their subconscious desire to survive made them take a step back at the same time to stay away from the dangerous Song Zechen and then continue to freeze.

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone will understand you hahaha." Jin Nanjun mustered up the courage to say haha, the "hahaha" at the end was full of embarrassment and fear.

Embarrassed tomorrow, fear the present.

Song Zechen looked harmless to humans and animals, and added quietly:

"I want to speak on stage as a freshman representative"

Originally, after he was injured, he communicated with the school to cancel the speech, but the school insisted on Song Zechen's event, so he had no choice but to agree.

The audience was silent, everyone's brains were running fast, hesitant to speak, and tongue-tied in an attempt to save the situation. The space was full of small fans running at high CPU loads to reduce heat and noise, and in the end it crashed directly. There were a few dry laughs in his eyes-hehehe.

Min Yunqi covered his eyes in despair and was ashamed of tomorrow's embarrassment in advance.

"Why don't we go buy white paint and paint it on the plaster?" Jin Tae-yi slapped his head and came up with such a genius idea, thinking seriously about its feasibility.

Min Yunqi gasped, grabbed Park Jimin's hand and stepped back a few steps. Park Jimin, who didn't understand why Min Yunqi did this, understood after a while and thanked him deeply.

Song Zechen cracked his fist and made a crisp sound. With the flexibility that a sick patient could not have, he restrained Jin Tae-soo on the sofa. On the way, he hit Chi Yu and attacked the people around him indiscriminately. The "caress".

After regaining consciousness, the other people who dodged far away listened to Jin Tae-joo's wailing and felt sympathetic and joyful: Tae-joo, you sacrificed your ego to preserve the whole, thank you for your hard work.

Kim Sang-won smiled at Song Zechen's look for 5 minutes as if no one was there, and the suit on his body was wrinkled due to too many movements.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Ski skier."

"And what about the graffiti on it?"

"Drawn by the members."

Jin Xiangyuan held on to the railing and choked with laughter. The students next to him looked at him in amazement, as if they had never seen him like this before. By the way, he took a few peeks at Song Zechen. The picture of the two handsome guys getting along was very eye-catching.

"Why are you here?" Song Zechen was helpless.

"I belong to the student union, and I'm helping the teacher."

Song Zechen looked at Kim Sang-won's hair sprayed with hairspray: "You look like a dog."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"The plaster cast on me and you was the left leg. This time it is the right leg. Absolutely. The mathematical symmetry is beautiful, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder is very satisfied."

Kim Sang-won clicked his tongue in admiration, and squatted down to focus with his mobile phone: "Don't move, take a panoramic photo for me, a masterpiece of our babies."

Song Zechen raised his crutch slightly and overturned him.

After the joke was over, Kim Sang-won was still a little worried: "Are you all right?"

The dialogue was like a riddle, but Song Zechen understood that he was worried that he would be laughed at. His identity as an idol has attracted much attention, and his education at Seoul National University must not make mistakes under all eyes.

"fine."

Others naturally would not miss such an important moment in Song Zechen's life. They got up early in the morning to pack themselves, followed the company's car to Seoul National University, and waited upstairs in the auditorium.

"It's so boring, when will Zechen come out?"

"I don't know, I forgot to ask."

"Come out, come out!" The freshman representative spoke at the end of the introduction process.

When Song Zechen took the stage to give a speech, there was an uproar in the audience. Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures and pointed at the performance art plaster on his right leg.

The seven people were not in high spirits, and they blamed them for messing around, making the memorable opening ceremony an oolong. They saw several people with disdainful sneers on their faces, and looked down on them nakedly. .

"Why are they like this? Aren't they students of Seoul National University?" Tian Zhengguo was indignant.

Song Zechen pretended that he didn't hear the commotion in the audience, adjusted the microphone, and said calmly, "Hi everyone, I'm Song Zechen."

The voice was low and gentle, like an old-fashioned record CD player. Once it opened its mouth, it took away everyone's attention, and the audience fell silent.

"To be honest, I didn't expect to stand on the stage like this today. I thought I could show some youthful demeanor and share my achievements. I didn't expect to achieve the fracture achievement first, so life is still full of variables."

With a smile on his lips, Song Zechen teased himself openly, most of the people responded with a tolerant knowing smile, and the crowd of students burst into applause.

"So today, I will talk to you about the changes and changes in college life."

The following are actually clichés, but standing there, Song Zechen is a scene, young and energetic, everyone is watching closely, the clean voice is not compromised by the sound quality of the broadcast, a rare picture.

Jin Nanjun watched proudly. This was the second time he had listened to Song Zechen's speech, and he still couldn't help smiling and admiring. This child was born to be looked up to, and he became the focus of the crowd like a star.

After the words fell, the audience applauded thunderously, the light was dazzling enough that no one cared about the innocence of this person.

After Song Zechen went out to find the company's staff, seven people surrounded him with a huff.

"Zechen, I'm sorry."

"Ace, I'm sorry."

"Chen, I'm sorry."

Song Zechen looked surprised: "What's wrong with you?"

"We shouldn't scribble casually, causing you to be laughed at by them." Zheng Haoxi bowed his head.

"Brother, you think too much. Is there no reason for them to laugh at you? Just laugh, what's the matter with me?" Song Zechen said indifferently.

After watching around the crowd who were still in a low mood, he laughed out loud, "Brother Nan Jun, please return my mobile phone to me."

"Okay." Jin Nanjun handed it over in a hurry.

Song Zechen asked them to open their mouths to let the light in, and took several photos of his right leg plaster, shaking the page with puzzled eyes: "Here, the person involved personally authenticated."

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