[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The sound of several car horns was particularly abrupt in the silent night. Jin Nanjun tossed and turned on the bed, after several struggles, he finally decided to leave the warm blanket and get up to go to the bathroom.

He walked in a hurry, and when he returned to his room, he realized that there was a faint light in the living room. Song Zechen was wearing a sky blue cotton pajamas and a pair of glasses. The light from the screen was reflected on his face, and his lips were tightly pressed.

"Why are you here?" Jin Nanjun knocked on the door a few times to prepare the other party so that he wouldn't be frightened, and asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid that the sound of typing will disturb the maknae." Song Zechen took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of the nose with marks, and breathed out briefly.

"When will it end?" Jin Nanjun took care of Song Zechen's lapel, folded it neatly, glanced at a large piece of ointment under his neck, and sighed softly in his heart.

"It's almost two weeks left." Song Zechen snapped his fingers, "Ten days or so."

"Go to sleep for a while." Jin Nanjun urged in a gentle voice.

"I'm not going to sleep, I'll catch up on the plane later." Song Zechen shook his head, "I haven't finished the report yet, and I've been thinking that I won't be able to sleep well, so I might as well finish it all at once."

"Okay brother, you go to sleep."

It's easy to think wildly late at night, and Jin Nanjun guiltily transferred Song Zechen's busy pressure to himself.

"You wouldn't have worked so hard, if..."

"Okay bro, you're thinking nonsense again." Song Zechen said helplessly to stop the empathy of the people around him, but he was too tired to say too many comforting words as usual, so he simply said it again: "go to sleep."

"Oh." Jin Nanjun understood Song Zechen's sleepiness that couldn't be concealed, but he still couldn't control the inexplicable loss in his heart. He turned around sadly and returned to his room, and took a last look at Song Zechen before closing the door. The light on his glasses made that person soft and sharp, Indescribably far away, like a cluster of beating flames far away.

When the sky really brightened, Song Zechen had already dressed neatly, changed from pajamas to a soft sweater, and was sipping Jinshuo's real love soymilk in small sips in the steaming heat, completely unexpected that this person said yesterday What a dirty word.

After clearing the dining table, as soon as he went out, he saw the other three members of the line who were energetic early in the morning.

"The joy of blowing bubbles!" Kim Tae-joo started happily.

"The joy of playing football!" Park Jimin happily answered.

"Happy whack-a-mole!" Kim Tae-joo continued happily.

"It's not even as happy as your birthday!" Kim Tae-joo and Park Jimin said happily in unison.

Song Zechen kicked the two of them onto the sofa, and handed the freshly squeezed juice to Tian Zhengguo.

"Too free, isn't it?" Song Zechen threatened lightly.

"No." Park Jimin shook his head vigilantly.

"I want juice too." Jin Tae-yi didn't snatch the cup from Tian Zhengguo's hand, and reached out to Song Zechen for it.

"Squeeze it yourself." Song Zechen replied as ruthless as expected.

"Ze Chen, I'm so cute, don't I deserve a glass of juice?" Jin Tae-joo acted like a baby.

"Of course you deserve it, but you have to extract it yourself." Song Zechen was hard-hearted and resolutely refused.

"Jungkook, am I worthy of having the juice in your hand or the juice you squeezed?" Kim Tae-jin shifted his target, trying to instruct the youngest youngest with his elder brother's majesty.

Tian Zhengguo quickly suffocated the juice in his hand, smiled coldly, and replied softly: "You deserve it? Pooh."

Kim Tae-jun: "..."

The days are spent traveling between South Korea and Japan, on the plane as soon as you open your eyes, and off the stage as soon as you close your eyes. Even the frequency of their trips to Japan made Song Zechen’s grandfather joke about moving to Japan to meet his grandson. Will the probability be greater.Song Zechen himself doesn't really like the feeling of flying. The waiting time is too long and boring. Even if he is upgraded from economy class to business class, he still often feels the cramped environment, which makes him feel bored. The distress of having nowhere to put the long legs."

As soon as he boarded the plane, Song Zechen put on the blindfold and began to catch up on sleep, and took off the blindfold after closing his eyes for a few minutes. The irritability that arose out of nowhere made him unable to fall asleep.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Haoxi sensed something was wrong and stroked his hair closely and concernedly.

"Annoying, I don't like flying." Song Zechen wrinkled his face together.

"Hey Yigu, what should I do?" Zheng Haoxi's tone seemed to be coaxing a child.

Song Zechen was amused by the tone, and kicked the question back to Zheng Haoxi: "What do Brother Haoxi think we should do?"

"Otherwise, let me praise the plane so that Zechen can see its advantages and like him more." Zheng Haoxi especially loves this younger brother, and even thinks his tone of voice is warm, but this younger brother usually regards him as an older brother coquettish.

"Brother, do you have an idea in this regard. Maybe it's a mixtape?"

Song Zechen just mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Our Zechen is so smart, what should we do if my brother is stupid?" Zheng Haoxi was helpless.

"What are you afraid of if I'm here?" Song Zechen proudly assured him.

"I know you are amazing, but you need to sleep first." Zheng Haoxi pulled down Song Zechen's blindfold and clapped his hands gently.

Zheng Haoxi has a magical power that can make people calm and smile. The fire that Song Zechen nestled in is slowly buried by the soil, and the sleepiness is recovering.

"Do you want my brother to sing you a lullaby?" Zheng Haoxi came up with a stroke of genius.

Song Zechen smiled and pinched Zheng Haoxi's cheek precisely, and pushed the arrow.

Once again, there is a short respite in Korea. With the upcoming broadcast of the TV series "Hwarang", it is completely different from the reaction that other people are excitedly expecting. When I read the preview information late, I can't help but bite my finger and read the comments. When I see something related to myself, I will hold my breath and read it word by word carefully.When I encounter good comments, I can be happy for a long time, and when I encounter bad comments, I feel depressed alone with my head covered in a quilt, but I adjust my mentality in a flash.

"Brother is too stressed to adapt?" Song Zechen once asked secretly.

Kim Tae-yi thought for a long time, and answered honestly and relaxedly: "Actually, it's okay. It was like this at first, but you, ARMYs, and Hwarang brothers are all comforting me. I feel very happy."

Song Zechen smiled gently on his slightly serious face after hearing this, and Jin Taiyi asked suspiciously why he was so happy all of a sudden.

"Because there are very good people who like our very good brother Tae." Song Zechen rubbed Jin Tae's hair to form a small antenna, and smiled brightly without any grievances.

As the countdown to the exam was approaching day by day, Song Zechen sat back at his desk after work every day, and the number of exchanges with Kim Sang-won increased visibly with the naked eye.But at this critical juncture, he faced the life-and-death difficulty that every candidate would face at the end of the semester: review?Or chasing drama?

Yes, the long-awaited "Hwarang" has finally started broadcasting, but Kim Tae-joo's character, Han Xing, is still half-hidden and half-hidden.

As Kim Tae-jung's first screen work, of course they have to give full support.Watching the broadcast time, a bunch of people gathered around a TV to catch up with the drama, prepared snacks early and made full preparations.

Except for the miserable Song Zechen, who is in the room with a soaring apple head, swipe to preview the ten lines at the speed of one page in five minutes, and review at the speed of one page in half an hour, as if returning to the time when he was sprinting for the college entrance examination.

"Remember to call me when Brother Taiyi comes out." He resisted the feeling of scratching his heart and lungs and told others.

But what's annoying is that there are a group of uneasy friends outside deliberately making noises in his room.

"Oh? Is this the male lead?"

"Does Tae-jin have any rivalry with him?"

"Oh oh oh oh----"

"Zechen, are you really not coming to watch with us?"

Song Zechen couldn't bear it anymore and got up and closed the door to block out the booing.

"Ze Chen, Tae Yi came out." Jin Shuozhen roared loudly.

Song Zechen hurriedly ran to the living room with the exercise book in his slippers, only to find that he had been tricked again. There was an advertisement playing on the TV, and there was no sign of Jin Taejun for a long time. Jin Taejun himself was eating the advertisement at the moment The same type of jelly in the store, innocently opening his eyes and giggling with him, like the silly son of a landlord.

"Really, it just appeared, and you didn't come when you came." Min Yunqi hoped that Song Zechen could see the sincerity in it through his eyes, "You can tell by my eyes that what I said must be true, I didn't lie to you, really I didn't lie to you."

Song Zechen took the jelly that Park Jimin threw to him, tore open the packaging bag and swallowed it in his mouth, while looking around vaguely:

"Brother Yunqi, where are your eyes? Why can't I find your eyes?"

"Go back and write your math problems." Min Yunqi choked out this sentence through his teeth.

Song Zechen threw the jelly shell into the trash can in a fixed-point shot, patted his butt and turned around to hide his merit and fame.

"Zechen, don't you really want to watch it? It's very good-looking!" The outside repeated again unwillingly.

"I told you I won't read it!" Song Zechen stopped the pen in his hand and retorted, "I'll watch the cut after the exam."

Soon there was a burst of frenzied laughter. There were many people in various colors, some were cleaning the glass, some were humming, some were playing the old demon of Montenegro, and some laughed extremely arrogantly: "It's too miserable to see the cut after the exam. Is it something our Ami often say?"

"Young lady, you are graduating early next year, why don't you hurry up and study with me!" Song Zechen criticized one of them by name.

The Montenegro old demon's laughter stopped, and after a while Tian Zhengguo's round head grabbed the door frame, and obediently said:

"Azer fighting!"

"Go, go, go after your drama, go play your game."

Song Zechen waved his hand in displeasure, and finally found the earplugs that made him famous in the United States from the bottom of the cabinet next to him. After putting them in his ears, he claimed that he couldn't even hear the explosion of the universe. Of course, he did. Neither can be heard.

As if sealed in a closed space, Song Zechen discarded distracting thoughts in his mind, and it was difficult to be affected when he really focused. The faster and faster writing speed proved the state of people's gradual precipitation.

There was a loud bang outside.

Song Zechen was so frightened that his first reaction was to complain to the manufacturer about the quality of the earplugs.

Second reaction: Did the universe really explode?

It was belatedly that he realized: Is my family going to disappear?