[Entertainment] Chen Guang

At the end of September, the summer in Seoul, Song Zechen's least favorite, is finally coming to an end.

The upcoming album "wings" draws inspiration from the book "Demian". After reading it, Jin Nanjun exclaimed that he thought a lot.

"Go and read Demian." Jin Nanjun persisted in selling Amway, which is his recent mantra.

However, play games when you should play games, eat when you should eat, sleep when you should sleep, and avoid reading.

Song Zechen who came out of the room happened to bump into Jin Nanjun's muzzle. Before Jin Nanjun could say what he expected, Park Jimin stepped forward first.

"Brother, don't think about it, Zechen's mind is full of his math problems now."

"That Fu Heye, right?"

Park Jimin tried to ask questions about Song Zechen's studies, but after a few glances, his eyes hurt so much that he couldn't stand it. He stared at the back of Song Zechen's hard-working head with admiration but was helpless.

Song Zechen was dumbfounded, and nodded along in a daze.

Park Jimin affectionately took the opportunity to stroke his hair, the opportunity is not to be missed, it is rare to see this man in such a lost state, as expected, studying is the most charming little fairy.

The title of the album is "Blood, Sweat and Tears", which is a completely different style from the previous hip-hop, and it can even be said to have broken with hip-hop.

Even if they have been looking forward to their debut for some years, they will still be nervous, what should they do if their style is still not accepted this time, what if they are not as good as last time?

Before the "wings" comeback photos and the MV shooting, Cody began to work hard on styling again. Zheng Haoxi dyed brown-red, Park Jimin's gray hair, Kim Seokjin's pink hair, etc. Song Zechen waited after bleaching his hair.

"What will Zechen be this time?" After Xiaoputao and Xiaolizi, they are eager to try and show off their nicknames.

"Dye Zechen a deep wine red color." Cody answered their doubts with a smile.

"That's the little wine." Zheng Haoxi agreed with satisfaction.

"Is that color very dark?" Park Jimin flipped through the hair color comparison card.

"Well, if the lights are a little darker, you won't be able to tell it's red." Cody searched for words, "low-key scheming."

Song Zechen, who habitually shuts down the microphone every time it comes to hair dyeing, finally said: "It may imply that we are going to be black to red."

"Or we're going to be big."

"Then returning to Zechen this time will be our mascot." Jin Nanjun sighed.

It took a lot of time to put on the full set of makeup and hair, and everyone gathered together in twos and threes to look at each other in novelty.

"Where did the company find these colorful suits?" Min Yunqi burst out with disgust.

"We know Minni is unexpectedly suitable." Kim Namjoon gave a thumbs up to Park Jimin who came out, and Park Jimin digested his own unique style for this song.

"Brother Jimin is very handsome." Tian Zhengguo praised.

Park Jimin, who was praised by his younger brother, immediately broke his merits and laughed so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

While everyone was admiring each other and hating each other, the next second, Song Zechen came out of the fitting room, with burgundy hair, golden patterns extending from the black embroidered shirt, thin and straight, black and red Restrained yet presumptuous, the mobile phone was held by the ear and he walked past them expressionlessly. They even saw the gray-blue eyes under the long eyelashes for a moment.

The pause button was pressed in the dressing room.

"Who was that handsome guy who walked past just now?" Jin Shuozhen opened his mouth wide, grabbed Park Jimin's shoulder and shook wildly.

"That's Zechen, right?" Park Jimin opened his mouth only a little smaller than Jin Suojin.

The two stared at each other with round eyes, their mouths could not be closed for a long time.

"Big hair, a style I've never seen before."

Since his debut, Song Zechen has long insisted on a simple and capable youth style, and the tossing and tossing is the main campus style. At first glance, such a retro style, everyone was shocked.

"This is not my Song Chen, this is Song Ze." Jin Nanjun shook his head and sighed.

"Fairy Butterfly." Tian Zhengguo boasted without thinking, because the pattern on Song Zechen's clothes was a butterfly.

"This is Ze Chen's true face." Jin Tae-yi also surrounded him, "He is Greek like me."

The other six people: ""

When Song Zechen hung up the phone and entered the room again, everyone automatically formed a circle around him and looked at him repeatedly.

The dark red hair shone with a purple tinge under the light, and Park Jimin even wanted to lie down and look at his colored contact lenses.

"What are you doing?" Song Zechen didn't realize what these people were doing.

"Is this the man who ate gummy bears with me the day before yesterday?" Jin Nanjun asked.

"Is this the man who pulled his hair to study a few days ago?" Jin Tae was puzzled.

"Hello, handsome guy who are you?" Jin Shuozhen asked.

Song Zechen knew that Jin Shuozhen's addiction to drama had come up again, so he ignored it and glanced lightly.

Jin Shuozhen immediately covered his chest: "It's over, I heard the voice of love."

Song Zechen cooperated helplessly: "I'm sorry our age is not suitable, I like younger than me."

Seven pairs of eyes looked at Song Zechen, and Tian Zhengguo consciously smiled and jumped to Song Zechen's side, proudly puffing out his chest.

"What are you talking about? Have you been mentioned?" Jin Shuo really half-spoken the Busan dialect.

"It's not like my brother is almost half fifty." Tian Zhengguo grinned with big white teeth.

"We, Zechen, seem to like you."

"It's not like my brother is almost half fifty."

"Song Zechen is good, don't teach it, but teach the youngest about the repeater." Min Yunqi sneered and interrupted the meaningless conversation.

Song Zechen, who had suffered an indiscriminate disaster, had a question mark on his face: "What happened to me?"

Min Yunqi only glanced sideways and didn't speak.

On the other side, Jin Shuozhen was still performing hotly, stepped forward and covered his heart: "Brother, come and suck my blood."

Song Zechen felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and took a big step back to distance himself from Jin Shuozhen: "Brother, are you crazy?"

"Cut, it's boring, I'm just speaking in the tone of a fan in advance to let you get used to it, okay?" Seeing that no one cooperated, Jin Shuo kept everyone away from him and returned to normal state.

"Zechen and Jimin have subverted too much this time, and everyone will be very surprised."

Straight man Song Zechen couldn't accept the atmosphere of collective praise and dragged Tian Zhengguo away first.

The shooting scene was as tiring as ever but joyous.

This is the most expensive scene since their debut, and the breath of money is everywhere.

Song Zechen was ordered to sit on a small bench and not move around. The reason was that it affected the performance of others too much. He would laugh out loud if his teammates watched alone, and it would affect the emotions of his teammates too much.

As for any "sexy" wind, he didn't feel it at all, and the behavior of the others seemed to be based on his laughter.

Zheng Haoxi wanted to laugh when he saw Song Zechen curled up pitifully on the stool.

"How can you blame me for this? Can you accept that the person who was sleeping next to you yesterday, almost drooling and kicking me out of bed, made such a lustful expression on that bed today?" Song Zechen was very dissatisfied with them An inhumane restriction of liberty.

That's right, it refers to Tian Zhengguo.

"Also, the people who were wearing big underpants studying uncle's jokes a few days ago are now looking at the oil paintings on the wall in a decent way."

That's right, it refers to Kim Seok-jin.

"More!" Song Zechen became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Yesterday, I played the role of a down-and-out rich kid who is frustrated in love and also frustrated in the workplace and hopes to jump off a building to relieve his worries. Today, he is really going to jump off the window sill."

That's right, it refers to Kim Tae-joo.

Zheng Haoxi thought about it for a while and felt that he really couldn't help it.

"Is it almost time for me?" Song Zechen looked at the progress and dug out his violin from the violin case ahead of time.

Min Yunqi's solo shot is playing the piano, while Song Zechen is playing the violin, and they bring their own props, saving the company a lot of money.

"There is only one word for Zechen's violin—expensive."

"Selling us all may not be worth this piano."

Ever since Jin Nanjun knew the price, he had been admiring it. He had known about Song Zechen's collection for a long time, but when he accidentally asked that day, the price he got made him dumbfounded.

"Brother, don't underestimate yourself, as long as you write songs without sleep for ten years, the copyright fee should be enough."

Song Zechen thought about it carefully and came to a conclusion.

"So expensive?" Zheng Haoxi's eyes were wrong, and he stepped forward to touch it in shock and anxiety.

"Brother Haoxi's words, Brother Haoxi's smile is worth a thousand dollars, and a few more smiles will be worth it." Song Zechen treated it with double standards.

Kim Nam Joon, who was treated unfairly, turned and left angrily.Zheng Haoxi showed his dimples in a funny way.

Song Zechen's scene ended quickly, and he was forced to huddle in Xiao Mazha after he got down.

Tian Zhengguo has been eating lollipops that can dye his tongue in color, so he walked up to the bored Song Zechen and squatted down.

"Look, Azer." Tian Zhengguo stuck out his tongue, it was blue.

"What does it smell like?"

"Blueberry, would you like to try it?"

"No, I feel like I'm going to bite my lip for a while, it would be bad if my mouth is full of blue." Song Zechen refused.

"Alright then." Tian Zhengguo continued to stuff the lollipop back into his mouth.

"Do you want to sit?" Song Zechen planned to get up and give the stool to the maknae.

"No, I think you are not as comfortable sitting as I am squatting."

Song Zechen's long legs, which had nowhere to rest, had changed more than a dozen positions in the few minutes since he came.

"Why are you so excited today?"

Getting along day and night, Tian Zhengguo immediately understood that Song Zechen didn't know what he was having fun with, so he was so energetic and had a low smile.

"My friend was accepted by his favorite band, and I'm happy for him."

Song Zechen propped his head and smiled, the phone call he received earlier was the good news.

"Wow, that's great."

"Really?" Song Zechen smiled and diluted the evil spirit in the makeup, turning it into the unique vitality of a big boy, and showing off with pride.

"Min Yunqi straighten your back for me."

Song Zechen howled when the director hadn't filmed yet, but Min Yunqi was in his chair and was ready to shoot playing the piano.

Then everyone witnessed with their own eyes that Min Yunqi's back straightened up reflexively and then bent down on purpose for a while, turning his head and shouting: "Song Zechen, you don't call me brother!"

Song Zechen smiled brightly, Tian Zhengguo stared at Song Zechen's smiling face for a long time, curled his lips.

He had never encountered a situation that could make Song Zechen so happy, so emotionally mobilized, so happy from the bottom of his heart.

"What kind of friend? That La Damu"

Tian Zhengguo just wanted to say the one who played the big wooden saw, but realized that it was wrong and changed his words: "The one who plays the cello?"

"Ah, you said Roy, not him."

"Why don't I know?" Tian Zhengguo's tone became sour.

"The three of us grew up together, and he was the conductor." Song Zechen replied lightly.

Tian Zhengguo secretly wrote down in the small notebook:

On September 2016, 9, in addition to the one who pulled the big wooden saw, there was also a stick swinger. I will have to minor in a carpentry major when I have time to beat them.