[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Where are you going? Do you want to go abroad or stay in China?" Park Jimin maintained his excitement until it was really bright, and jumped up from the bed, dragging Song Zechen up from the bed.

He knelt on the bed, holding his mobile phone and asking:

"Actually, I want to go abroad, but it's too arrogant to go abroad, why not stay in China?"

"It's you who said you want to travel, I can do it."

Song Zechen was still awake, his voice was vague.

Park Jimin was not flinched by Song Zechen's boredom, he searched for travel guides on his mobile phone with interest, and searched for "tourist destinations suitable for travel in June". Dazzling landscape pictures filled his eyes, and he tried his best to filter them.

"How about we go to Bali?"

"But it's too far away in Indonesia."

Park Jimin was very conflicted, he wanted to go, but he was worried that the journey would be too far and the company would not agree.

"It's okay, I'll talk to the company." Song Zechen got out of bed and put on slippers, "Zhengguo is gone?"

"Well, the broker's brother picked him up."

Song Zechen nodded, and took out the suitcase in the corner.

"Let's book a ticket for tomorrow, hurry up and go back, the company probably won't say anything about us." Park Jimin hesitantly added a rhetorical question, "Right?"

Song Zechen took out a tissue to wipe off the dust accumulated in the suitcase: "Don't worry at the company, as long as we come back earlier than Zhengguo, we won't delay the progress."

"I'm going to report this to Fang pdnim."

"But now the focus is on how to tell other people about it in an appropriate way."

"Especially Tae-jung." Park Jimin answered.

Brother Line might not save face and at most complain that they ran away without conscience, but after his relatives knew the news, he couldn't think of anything amazing.

"Otherwise, let's sneak away in the middle of the night and book a ticket for the middle of the night."

Park Jimin felt a headache just by imagining that scene, and he hid if he couldn't provoke it.

Song Zechen tilted his head and seriously thought about the possibility of Park Jimin's proposal.

So the moon was dark and the wind was high and the night was murderous, when no one sneaked away in the middle of the night.

The two black shadows stooped furtively.

"Puff, puff, puff." A black shadow uttered a string of syllables with unknown meanings as a code.

The other black shadow received the signal, carrying two suitcases with agility and walking like flying.

When he got downstairs, Park Jimin took off his hat and heaved a sigh of relief, brushing his hair chicly: "It's so exciting, I feel like an ancient handsome assassin."

Song Zechen sneered: "Of course you can look like an assassin if you throw all the suitcases at me."

Facing Song Zechen, who had a big suitcase in one hand and a third-class bag borrowed from the youngest on his back, bent over by the burden of life, Park Jimin felt almost negligible guilt in his heart: "You have worked hard, you have worked hard. "

"What are you carrying so heavy?"

"It's just clothes and skin care products." Park Jimin coughed uncomfortably, he didn't know why his luggage was so heavy, maybe it was left in density.

"I wear a lot of masks, men just want to be delicate."

Song Zechen smiled and pretended to kick that person.

The plane landed after a few hours of stability, and the sky in Bali was clear and blue at the moment. Song Zechen was looking for a way to the hotel on his mobile phone, when Park Jimin, who was next to him, uttered a crow cry that scared him all over:

"Ah! The sea! Here I come!"

Song Zechen lowered his peaked cap, he has realized that he must wear a peaked cap as an essential disguise when going out with the members, and always pretends to be a passer-by.

Everyone's way of traveling is different. If traveling with Min Yunqi is the meeting of two homeless people, then traveling with Park Jimin is probably the most simple place for ordinary tourists to visit.

Song Zechen went back to the hotel for half an hour to change clothes and finally picked out the clothes suitable for traveling, and spent another half an hour carefully applying sunscreen and choosing what shoes to wear. During the boring stage of partying, when Park Jimin announced the words "Let's go", he stood up from the sofa with a tired heart and straight eyes like an amnesty.

"Be happy, and smile more when you take pictures later." Park Jimin urged worriedly.

Song Zechen twitched the corner of his mouth soullessly.

Sunshine, sand, sea breeze, and large expanses of sunshine are the scenery and experience that Seoul's high-rise buildings have never brought.

"I haven't even seen the sea in Busan."

Park Jimin squatted down and let the waves wash over the soles of his feet, squinting his eyes and stepping on it several times.

Song Zechen squatted down in imitation, and wrote a big "bts" with his fingers on the beach. Park Jimin ran to him, grabbed a handful of sand and destroyed his masterpiece.

"That's great." Park Jimin sprinkled sand on his legs, enjoying the rough friction between his fingers, "There will be fewer and fewer opportunities like this in the future."

"Isn't there still a trip organized by the company behind us?"

"It's always different to have a camera on it than this."

"Aren't you used to being followed by the camera every day since we debuted?"

"You're right." Park Jimin began to sprinkle sand on Song Zechen's legs.

"It's amazing, I never imagined being looked at by so many pairs of eyes."

He gazed at the sea level from a distance, where the water and the sky lined up, as if being here could make him ignore his own narrowness.

"I didn't expect it either."

Song Zechen stared at a group of people riding the wind and waves on the sea.

"Zechen, can we be like them? Conquer?" Park Jimin hugged his knees and shook back and forth.

"I can."

"Oh yes, I forgot to take a picture!" Park Jimin's emotions came and went quickly, he patted the sand and jumped up.

"Where's the bts just now? Let's take a group photo there."

"It was ruined by you." Song Zechen held his forehead, because the unreliable person in front of him had an ominous premonition about the journey ahead.

For convenience, the two only booked a double room. Early in the morning, Park Jimin jumped up from the bed energetically, lifted Song Zechen's quilt, and pushed him to the bathroom to wash up together.

"Brother Jimin, you forgot to shave your beard."

After washing his face and opening his eyes, Song Zechen grabbed Park Jimin by the back collar, motioning him not to leave.

Park Jimin pressed the tip of his nose to the mirror, a green stubble appeared on his clean chin, and he looked more mature than before.

"This is a symbol of a man, okay? Why do you dislike it so much?"

Song Zechen turned the razor out and threw it on the table.

"Anyway, if you're out to play and want to take pictures, can you clean yourself up?"

Park Jimin reluctantly picked up the razor, but he didn't stop talking: "Everyone pays attention to their appearance every day like you, men just need to be less trim."

Perhaps relying on the advantages of their appearance, Song Zechen was refreshing, clean, and warm when their impressions were never sloppy, and kept elegant when they were unkempt. They tried several times to sprinkle some ashes on Song Zechen to make him and They are in the same boat.

Park Jimin deliberately grabbed Song Zechen's hand and placed it on his chin to stab him with beard stubble, but soon gave up embarrassingly. Song Zechen's hand was fair-skinned, and it turned red from the prick.

He gave up embarrassingly, and picked up the razor obediently.

Song Zechen glanced at the back of his hand, and then at him again. Park Zhimin immediately stood at attention, laughing and hoping to meet him with a smile, but that person didn't give him face.

There is a classic question.

"What's in the zoo?"

"There are Da Xiji, Xiao Ji Xu, Cerebellar Axe, Mei Fu Fu, Big Boa Shoes, Xiao Fu Ni, Xiao Hai Pain, Fa Fu Die"

Song Zechen rubbed his temples with a headache and told you: "There is another Park Jimin."

After Park Jimin entered the zoo, it was like entering his own home. Song Zechen couldn't hold back, and he could only see his happy back with a small schoolbag on his back, bouncing forward bravely.

The man had finally finished his high before he turned around and remembered that he had a playmate. When he came back, he ran to Song Zechen, took the coconut juice in his hand, and sighed with a smile: "You walk so slowly."

Song Zechen was sweating profusely under the sun, and couldn't spare his hands to wipe the sweat. He felt that after returning to Korea, he might have several more wrinkles on his face.

"Whose food do you think the elephant will eat first?"

"Well, let's make a bet, if you eat mine first, you have to promise me a condition, and vice versa."

When visiting the elephant house, the staff handed them two bananas for feeding. Park Jimin waved the bananas in his hand and did not forget to bet with the people around him.

The elephant's trunk was already moving in Song Zechen's direction. Park Jimin stood in front of Song Zechen with a whoosh, forced the banana to the elephant, and rolled his nose into its mouth.

Song Zechen rolled his eyes, decisively tore off the banana peel, stuffed the banana into Park Jimin's mouth, turned and left.

"Zechen, don't be angry, this is all arranged by God."

"Zechen, I would like to bet and admit defeat."

Park Jimin cheekily chased after him.

Song Zechen seemed to have aged several years at the end of the day, and when he returned to the hotel, he was listless and slumped.

"Zechen is willing to bet and admit defeat." Park Jimin repeated what he said again.

"What do you want?" Song Zechen was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes.

Next time I come out to play with them, he will eat chocolate ice cream live.

Park Jimin thought hard for a long time and couldn't find a request. His life was too comfortable, and if he had any special wishes, the people in front of him would usually agree to him.

He touched his chin and had a flash of inspiration: "Yes! Change your name!"

"Huh?" Song Zechen was puzzled.

"Nickname in the group!" Park Jimin stood on tiptoe and tried to get around Song Zechen's neck, but due to his height, he gave up and pushed Song Zechen.

The philosopher said that the first step to show affection starts with changing the screen name.

His brain was running fast, and when he thought of the scene in the morning, he clapped his hands: "Yes! Change it to "Park Jimin's mustache"!"

Song Zechen turned over on the sofa indifferently, with black lines all over his head, and finally struggled: "Are you serious?"

"Of course! Change it quickly!" Park Jimin urged.

Song Zechen's original group chat name was "Seoul Most Sleepable#

Now under Park Jimin's strong and persuasive gaze, he grabbed the phone and sighed, typing slowly.

The group business card became - "Park Jimin's Mustache".

#朴智敏的小胡子: Hello everyone.

Busan Seagull World is the best: ? ? ?

I didn't eat strawberries today: Is this a hacked account?

Didn't eat strawberries today: You actually went to play behind my back!

Gwangju Xixixixixi: Are you going too far? ? ?

Busan Glow Pepper: Hee hee hee hee hee

Busan Glow Pepper: Happy#

Song Zechen glanced helplessly at Park Jimin, who was holding his phone and grinning his teeth. Just as he was about to reply to an emoji, another person came online in the group.

#免费值人去Hong Kong: Who is this?hacker?Reported? #

Song Zechen was quite speechless. He had just finished typing the word "no" for "no", and then he got the first red "red" exclamation mark in his life. The group chat page displayed:

"You have been removed from the group chat by the group owner"

Song Zechen's fingers froze above the keyboard, hanging in the air for a long time, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, unable to accept the news.

He looked at Park Jimin suspiciously, and then turned back to the screen of the phone, the words in the transparent box were still so dazzling.

Park Jimin gradually began to twitch his shoulders, opened his mouth to laugh but lost his voice, rolled off the sofa and didn't care.

Song Zechen gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "Min Yunqi! Just wait for me!"