[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The weather in Beijing is more uncomfortable than in Nanjing.

Song Zechen felt as if his pores were blocked, he couldn't sweat, and his whole body was like an inflated balloon that was about to explode.

In the room where he was resting, Jin Nanjun's face was ashen, and he kept retching while holding the sink with his hands.

"Brother, how are you?" Song Zechen who heard the voice followed to the bathroom.

"It's okay." Jin Nanjun waved his hand to comfort Song Zechen.

"You're fine, it's not heatstroke." Song Zechen handed him a tissue.

"Maybe, just get over it with a little discomfort." Jin Nanjun turned on the faucet and splashed some water on his face, hoping to stay awake.

"Don't lie to me, the way you are now is worse than when Brother Yunqi had appendicitis." Song Zechen found a towel and gave it to Jin Nanjun.

"After the concert is over, we can have a good rest." Jin Nanjun buried his face deeply in the towel, blocking out the darkness.

"Brother, are you kidding? If you don't go to see it now, do you want to collapse during the concert? It will be even hotter in the venue when the concert arrives."

Song Zechen was annoyed by Jin Nanjun's attitude, coupled with the weather, his tone was a bit aggressive.

"We still have time for rehearsal. Don't rehearse now, go to the doctor to have a look."

He took a deep breath to calm down.

When Song Zechen was in the Chinese field, because he was more proficient in Chinese than other members, he temporarily assumed the role of vice captain, and the staff communicated well with him.At this time, he didn't care about Jin Nanjun's opinion, first he found a manager, and after communicating with the staff in the venue, he sent Jin Nanjun away with a strong hand.

After finishing this matter, Song Zechen stood in the middle of the room and clapped his hands: "Come here, members."

Everyone realized it together and stood obediently around him in a circle.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Song Zechen asked while observing the people around him for abnormal conditions.

"No." The remaining six people said in unison.

"Didn't you lie to me?"

"No!" was the unanimous answer.

"Brother Nan Jun seems to have a heat stroke and go to the hospital first, so there will be no rehearsal. If you feel uncomfortable, you must speak up first, don't force yourself, otherwise it will be even worse if something happens at the concert and fans will worry."

"Brother Haoxi and Brother Yunqi, please take Brother Nanjun's place temporarily."

Song Zechen quickly explained everything, asked them to disperse and continue to do their own things, and then found another manager and other people from the venue to check in.

After half a day, I returned to the room covered in sweat.

"Our Zechen is so handsome." Park Jimin joked with a smile, but he also spoke the truth.

Song Zechen's backbone-like leadership when he was standing in the middle to sort out the incident just now, seemed to be the same as the Song Zechen he had seen at school several times. He broke away from the team and became more edgy as an individual.

"Is there really nothing wrong with it? I worry about you the most." Song Zechen stared at Park Jimin worriedly.

"Ah, I've said it's all right." Park Jimin was very grateful for this kind of concern, he took Song Zechen's hand and placed it on his forehead, "Touch it, it doesn't matter if you don't have a fever or a cold. "

Song Zechen took the opportunity to "touch" Park Jimin's head, relieved, and thought of joking: "Brother is acting like a baby again."

"Where? Busan men don't act like a baby." Park Jimin retorted.

Song Zechen grinned, Park Jimin saw through his disdain for his words, and tapped his head: "Do you need to understand what brother is saying?"

"All right, all right, what my brother said is correct, and I will definitely take them as imperial edicts." Song Zechen wrote the editorial.

Just as Park Jimin wanted to express his pride with satisfaction, Song Zechen added:

"We are Busan coquettish ghosts."

"Song Zechen!" Park Jimin had just suffered setbacks from Tian Zhengguo, and today he paid special attention to the majesty of his elder brother.

"Ahhh, brother, I'm so tired, let me lean on you." Song Zechen grabbed Park Jimin's shoulders and distributed some force to him, and quickly became weak.

"You won't feel bad, will you?"

"I do not know."

"I'll help you to the sofa."

Park Jimin didn't know that due to his height, Song Zechen appeared to be very boyfriend-like, and their way of getting along was exactly the same as the way a young couple talked about him when they were arguing.

Jin Shuozhen, who was sitting on the sofa, sighed symbolically: I have seen too much with my eyes.

In the concert in Beijing, Jin Nanjun rushed to the stage at the last moment, and the concert ended in their enthusiastic interaction with Zhongmi.As before, they split between Korea and the countries they toured.The day after the Beijing concert, they flew back to Korea.

Song Zechen's production studio was once again lit up at night.

Jin Tai's head was hanging in the air, his feet were not touching the ground, only his middle body was supported by the small sofa. He was playing with his mobile phone in such a strange posture, but suddenly his hand was not steady, and the mobile phone slapped down on his face.

"Ow!"

Jin Tai was so painful that he showed his original shape, let out a howl of a little tiger, and rolled down from the sofa, seeing that no one paid attention to him, he began to mourn and pretend to cry after a while.

"Go to sleep." The other person present, Song Zechen, reluctantly took off his earphones and turned around, looking down at Jin Taeyi who was sitting on the floor from his seat.

"Don't cry, go home now."

"Why don't you let me sleep here?" Jin Taiyi howled louder, moved his butt to Song Zechen's feet maliciously, and pulled him from the chair to the floor.

"If you can fall asleep, you don't need to sleep with me anymore. Why don't you sleep in the comfortable bed at home."

Song Zechen adjusted the position of his legs and sitting posture, leaned against the table and cabinet, smiled and poked Jin Taejun who was pretending to be sad.

During the filming of "Hwarang", Kim Tae-il lost a lot of hair, and the hair quality of the usually dyed and permed hair was not damaged so much.

Because of too much pressure, I often suffer from insomnia. Later, I put a pillow in Song Zechen's production room, and went to the company on time and ahead of time to pass the time here.

According to him, the songs Song Zechen wrote are all gentle ballads, which are extremely hypnotic. Ever since he fell asleep on a chair after listening to the song inexplicably crying and tired, Song Zechen's production room has officially become his second station. land.

Song Zechen couldn't bear the sight of him sleeping on a chair with his waist sore and his back aching. In his already small production studio, he just cleared out an empty space and placed a small sofa, which was barely enough for him to sleep until dawn.

Jin Taiyi felt that it made sense, and the burden was finally unloaded. The voice in his heart that had been urging him to move forward disappeared. The reason for insomnia before was that when he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but imagine what would happen if the performance failed, and what would happen if the team was blackmailed. ?

"Then I'm already here, let me sleep here first, I'm too lazy to go back tonight."

"Don't stay up late, you stay up all night every day better than Brother Yunqi."

Jin Taiyi shook his head at the pale-faced Song Zechen, persuading him, this person really did not sleep during his work and rest, occasionally squinting for a while when he was tired, and then ran home after five o'clock and lay down for a while before getting up again, his work and rest were completely chaotic. "messy.

"It will be like this for a while, and it won't happen after a while." Song Zechen took off his glasses and "rubbed" the bridge of his nose where the marks were left, closing his eyes hard, hoping to blink away the little blur in front of him.

"Are you writing a solo song?"

Fang Shihyuk announced the next comeback, in addition to the main and non-main, each member will have his own solo, and all members will participate.

"Ah."

"What are you going to write?" Jin Tae-joo became interested.

"Hmm, rice song?" Song Zechen put on his glasses again.

"But isn't "2! 3!" that we wrote together already a song for Ami?"

Jin Tae-yi thought that Song Zechen would write a song that perfectly matched his voice and usual sadistic style, but he didn't expect it to be given to fans.

"Then write another one to thank them. It doesn't matter if you give Ami a few songs."

"I want to try r&b." Kim Tae-jin brought the doll bear at home today, and now he "touched" it from the sofa and grabbed its ear in his arms.

"Then go try it out, isn't solo just to show your 'characteristics'?"

"Zechen, are you still sad?" Jin Taiyi pulled out a variegated hair from the little bear's ear, the white in the brown was particularly conspicuous.

Song Zechen's ability to write rice odes is probably because the fans tried their best to make up for the unreasonable disaster he suffered.Although Song Zechen didn't like to talk to them about the previous incident, sometimes they would meet Song Zechen slowly refreshing the fans' comments in the dark. The white light of the screen was reflected in his dark pupils, making it difficult to see the content clearly.

The subconscious mind of Jin Taejun told him: that person is crying in his heart.

"Not sad." Song Zechen now also set his sights on the little bear.

Jin Taiyi stuffed the doll into Song Zechen's arms: "Fool."

It's not sad, but I try my best to make up for the people involved, who is obviously the most injured person in the center of public opinion, and always wants to give others a hand.

Really silly.

Thinking of this, Jin Taiyi couldn't help biting his lips and sighing, suddenly there was pain in his mouth, he twitched his cheeks and covered his mouth.

"what happened?"

"It seems that the oral ulcer has become more serious." Jin Taiyi covered his mouth and lisp.

"Aren't you taking 'medicine'? Tell you not to eat those snacks."

"Did you forget to bring it during the tour?" Kim Tae-joo used a loud voice to hide his guilt, he was too troublesome to bring it, the concert was too self-forgetful and the food in a foreign country made him forget the pain, and now he remembers it and feels uncomfortable.

"I'll see the doctor tomorrow." Song Zechen saw through his lies, "I'm still calling hot pot lamb skewers with my youngest every day."

“Hot pot and mutton skewers can't give up!”

"let me see."

Song Zechen sat a little closer, touched Jin Taejin's lips with slightly cool fingertips, and gently pulled down to examine carefully.

"Why are there two more bubbles?"

Jin Tae felt that Song Zechen was carefully controlling his breath so as not to offend him, he could see Song Zechen's distinct eyelashes and the little mole at the end of his eyes.

Song Zechen happened to raise his eyes to meet his gaze, looking into Song Zechen's eyes, it was as if there was spring snow, soft and peaceful.

"You" Jin Tae-jin said in a strange way.

"Ok?"

The lighting effect is just right, exactly the same as in the TV series. According to the following plot, it is possible for the two of them to do anything.

Of course there is another possibility.

"What are you doing?"

The iconic drunken voice exploded in their ears.

Song Zechen and Jin Taiyi turned their heads at the same time, Min Yunqi was still holding the doorknob, his eyes were obviously small, but they could see the laser-like gaze in his eyes at this moment, after all, the distance and behavior between the two were too ambiguous.

"Are we cross-eyed?"

Jin Tae-joo tried hard to be funny in the two sentences of hehe, and the fluttering ending showed that the speaker himself did not believe it.

Song Zechen turned his face away in disgust.