[Entertainment] Chen Guang

On December 12th, the gods pinched their fingers and sent us Brother Zhenbao 4 ​​years ago.

Jin Shuozhen has been showing unprecedented excitement since December 12rd. He took a bottle of perfume from Tian Zhengguo and sprayed it on his wrist, full of a sense of ritual.

"You post black photos casually, I don't care about you posting them, I just wait for Zechen." Jin Shuozhen is very generous this year.

Of course, the teammates who heard this sentence will not disappoint his expectations. The pictures in the mobile phone album are scrolling down the pages, and they must find the most amazing ones.

After twelve o'clock, Twitter was filled with warm wishes, and Song Zechen rarely released the audio on time.

"It was actually posted on the hour today." Min Yunqi was a little surprised when he brushed it up.

"Come on, come on, I want to connect to the stereo and enjoy all the songs my brother sent me."

"Our Zechen hasn't come back yet, alas, he must be shy."

Jin Shuozhen couldn't wait to connect the bluetooth and click on the video.In the next second, he felt as if Tian Zhengguo had punched his face, and his smile stopped abruptly.What followed was the laughter of teammates around him one after another.

The sound effect is very wonderful, and the mountains and plains are full of suffocating laughter.

The exclusive remix version of electronic music will bring you a unique and refreshing audio-visual feast.

[Why are you laughing!Everyone is stunned! 】

[I can't even lock the two of dbq]

[Suo Jin, happy birthday, you must smile so happily every day, box box box box box]

[Of course we have a different memory on the first day of Shuozhen Half Fifty]

[BE, Zechen used his strength to tell us that Brother Shuozhen and I couldn't do it, so please stop knocking]

[My mother asked me why I put the glass outside]

【Help, I'm still in the library】

Even if the stereo was turned off, the hands of the other six people were still playing moving music one after another.

"Our brother Seokjin will always be so cheerful." Park Jimin blushed and sent the most sincere blessings to the shocked Kim Seokjin.

Jin Nanjun wondered if it was his own delusion, now Jin Shuozhen had the thought of "where is my medicine, I want to die with everyone" written all over his face, he was shocked and even sneezed.

After tossing all night, everyone except Jin Shuozhen slept until lunch with a smile.

Everyone ordered takeaway, Min Yunqi made his best noodles, and gathered around a table to share lunch.

As the birthday star, Jin Shuozhen was not idle today. He dug out the bright white porcelain dishes hidden in the deepest part of the cupboard and wiped them carefully with a rag. doctor, officer with bayonet.

"Brother, why does this scene look so familiar to me?" Jin Tae-jin asked Jin Nanjun in a low voice, and touched the inexplicable goosebump on his arm.

"I think so too." Jin Nanjun carefully laid out the tableware for fear that he might accidentally break it.

"In the "Blood, Sweat and Tears" MV, we sat around a table and Brother Seokjin stood up and toasted us, doesn't it look like this?" Zheng Haoxi joined the team they were secretly discussing.

"That's right, that's right, I said it's like a certain scene, so life comes from art." Jin Taiyi gave a thumbs up, and finally grasped the wisp of thought in his head.

"Last lunch." Jin Nanjun concluded.

"Did Brother Seokjin really poison us?" Park Jimin couldn't help but join the head-hunting team, thinking of the long-standing saying that Jin Suozhen would be poisoned if he didn't receive Song Zechen's song on his birthday.

"I think it's possible. Look at him, he looks like he's given himself a half-smile in advance." Jin Tae-jin glanced furtively at Jin Suo-jin, who was dressed formally and had a strange smile on his mouth, and touched himself again. Got goosebumps.

"Where is Song Zechen?" Min Yunqi stirred the milk, full of disgust, interpreting "Cats don't like milk" with all his heart.jpg.

"Early in the morning, I said that I went out to avoid the limelight." Zheng Haoxi met Song Zechen who was dressed in black again when he got up early to go to the bathroom. He was carrying a third-grade bag borrowed from the maknae, like an agent flying over the wall .

"He's smart." Min Yunqi sneered, and pushed the milk in front of Jin Taejun.

"Brother Yunqi, what's the matter?" Jin Taiyi asked with his big eyes open in confusion.

"Milk can detoxify, Goth specially prepared it for you. If brother Suozhen poisons you, you will be the only one alive." Min Yunqi runs the train every day.

"Oh." Jin Taiyi accepted it obediently, "Thank you Brother Yunqi."

Jin Nanjun couldn't bear to look straight at him and sighed: This silly boy.

Everyone at the dinner table exchanged their eyes with their own ghosts. Recently, Jin Suozhen and Min Yunqi watched a lot of Chinese costume movies together, and they were deeply tormented. So now he clears his throat and tries to remember the gangsters in the movie:

"Today is my birthday. Everyone is gathered together. It is a fate from heaven that we meet. Once we made a vow not to be born in the same year and the same month, but to be born in the same year..."

"I do not want!"

Tian Zhengguo interrupted Jin Shuozhen's lyrical aria without hesitation.

"I'm still young, and I still have a long time to live. It's not like my brother is really over fifty."

"Axi, you brat." Jin Shuozhen blew his beard and stared. A bad birthday started from being reminded of his age all the time.

Song Zechen was not there, Tian Zhengguo was too lazy to pretend to be a little white rabbit, and replied with a smile: "I will try my best to count for my brother in the future, the first day of half fifty, the second day of half fifty... I will take good care of it." Remind me, this is what my brother should do."

Jin Shuozhen took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and blushed.

Park Jimin got up quickly to protect his younger brother, and Kim Tae-il followed suit and picked up his own milk.

Jin Nanjun and Zheng Haoxi stepped forward to fan Jin Shuo really and falsely.

Min Yunqi calmly sat at the dining table and typed a text message: Brat, come back to me quickly.

At this moment, Song Zechen is sitting in a coffee shop near Seoul National University, taking notes with his mobile phone page by page. While taking pictures, he mutters the words "It's over, I don't think I can finish memorizing", showing the truth of college students. The temporary cramming life.

When Min Yunqi's news came in, he casually replied "I'm busy", and exited the software.

He took a sip of the cold coffee at the side to calm down, he suddenly laughed, and pulled his hair helplessly: "I would never have thought that I would be like this before, pinching my fingers and fighting with the teacher Counting points, like playing some kind of game.”

In December, the autumn semester of the university is coming to an end, and before that, it is a long and suffocating week of concentration.Song Zechen needs to calculate subject by subject, which subject should be applied for deferment, and which subject can be scored at the end of the term with a sprint to get a painless result.Everything is to prevent someone from picking up his report card, so that the result will not be handed out and become a black spot worthy of carnival.

"It's hard work. If you didn't go to a well-known university, would it be less of a burden than it is now? Just go to an ordinary university or an online university, and people won't pay you much attention. After all, this is what most idols will do. choice."

Jin Xiangyuan chatted with Song Zechen one after another, and the movement of turning the book in his hand was also non-stop.

"A little bit, you also know our current situation. I'm really afraid that at this moment, someone will catch me wrong with the school and make me feel bloody."

Song Zechen paused with a wry smile, and let out a barely audible sigh.

From the live broadcast of the mama awards, it was shown that when they won the award, every popular post on the forum was all black posts from BTS. Whether it was domestic or foreign, the kpop circle swiped the screen and there was not a single good word about them.Song Zechen was really scared, and being caught in an unwarranted black spot gave the already stormy team a fatal blow.

"Ugh."

bring up the topic.Jin Xiangyuan lost his mind to study, and closed the book with a "slap", with the same expression as Song Zechen who was opposite.

"After meeting you, I finally understood the saying that chasing stars is really tiring. I was almost scolded and cried by other fans on the Internet these days." Kim Sang-won shrugged his shoulders relaxedly on the surface, but he was not as easy as usual.

Song Zechen put down the mobile phone in his hand, turned his gaze out of the window, and said in a faint voice:

"You know? After I won the big reward, I swiped my phone, thinking that the sum of the greatest malice I've experienced from birth to now will not be more than it is now. And I can't press my grandfather's number all the time. Don't know how to explain it?"

Instead of bringing honor to the family, it may bring them shame because of themselves.Even if it is fake, no one will care, just rush to discredit it.

Because they are BTS, everyone from fans to family members seems to be inferior because of them.

Such thoughts spread throughout the whole team, almost suffocating. Fang Shihe talked to them one by one, and adding self-adjustment made them feel better.

Worried about the worry of the person across from him, Song Zechen turned his gaze away and rubbed Kim Sang-won's hair. This man had recently dyed blond, and now he is a big golden-haired body.

"Ah, isn't it because you have less hair? If you dye your hair, won't your hair fall out faster?"

"I don't care anymore. I'll enjoy it while I still have hair, and I'll simply be bald in the future. Anyway, I'm good-looking and I can manage any hairstyle." Kim Sang-won changed the subject with a wink.

"So do you idols have any secret recipes for hair?"

"No, wear a wig if you have less hair."

Song Zechen smiled and pushed away Kim Sang-won's head that would involuntarily come to him whenever he heard the topic of hair.

"You and Brother Yunqi's color palette, I think you have quite a lot of hair left?"

"Natural, you can't compare." Song Zechen learned Park Jimin's signature moves, glanced at his watch to end the conversation, "Okay, I have to go home."

"Oh, that's right." Kim Sang-won slapped his head and took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from behind.

"What is this?" Song Zechen first replaced the action of taking over with a question.

"A gift for brother Shuozhen, isn't today his birthday?" Jin Xiangyuan signaled Song Zechen to hurry up with his eyes.

"Oh." Song Zechen unzipped the schoolbag and stuffed the gift box in, and slapped his head like Kim Sang-won, "Did I only send one tweet so far?"

"Yeah, it's Brother Seokjin's laughter." Kim Sang-won held back his laughter.

"I forgot to post the song. I originally planned to post it in the morning, but I was called out by you in the morning and I forgot everything when I was busy studying."

Song Zechen got up early and his mind is still in a state of confusion. He touched his nose in embarrassment, and opened his social software first to observe Jin Shuozhen's reaction.

However, the first to jump out is the information of the people who eat melons.

People come and go, all kinds of beings, and the deep friendship of teammates are all condensed in a few words.

"Chen, is it true that you can't write a song? Please just give Shuozhen a song that you wrote and haven't released before."

"We, Zechen, have to be careful, Wu Zuzu, brother Shuozhen won't be really angry with you, don't worry."

"Zechen, if you did a good job, you should kill brother Shuozhen's air, let him snatch my cake some time ago, and pinch my cheek."

"Zechen, remember to bring me a piece of fried chicken when you come back~"

"Song Zechen, are you bored with your 21 years of life? Hurry up and get the hell out of here so we don't get hurt."

"Aze, I don't want to take poison. Medicine QAQ"

Song Zechen grinned, and took a sip of iced coffee to calm down.

Things are like a wild horse that has run free, and a pheasant that has escaped from its cage is generally moving in an unpredictable direction.