[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Park Jimin didn't understand Song Zechen's words, and put Xiangli on the table with question marks all over his face.

"That's Zhengguo's table, you can put it where I am, otherwise the kid will mutter if it gets dirty." Song Zechen gave his brother his remaining rationality.

"Oh." Park Jimin obediently changed the route and put it on Song Zechen's desk, then couldn't wait to crawl back to bed.

"Brother, delete the latest news, if you don't want to be laughed at by others." Song Zechen reminded him friendly.

Park Jimin suspiciously picked up his phone and clicked on his homepage, took a breath in the next second and hurriedly deleted it, then smiled and pretended nothing happened: "I just voted, please support yourself!"

Song Zechen didn't expose it, and nodded with a smile to let the accident pass: "It's good."

"So if you were asked to vote which song would you choose?" Park Jimin raised this question again.

Song Zechen didn't answer "I don't know" right away this time, but remained silent for a long time, as if he was trying to compare and compare in his mind, and parted his lips slightly under Park Jimin's nervous eyes for a long time:

"do not know."

Park Jimin was so angry that he pulled his hair.

"Is it Zhengguo? You wrote it sweetly, and you just wrote about loving him." Park Jimin knew the art of speaking and asked Song Zechen to make judgments.

Song Zechen silently took out his earphones and was stopped by Park Jimin: "It must be Zhengguo."

Speaking angrily and sadly.

"I think our development is not right. If we continue like this, we will quarrel and affect the happy life of lying dead." Song Zechen thought about the development of TV dramas in the past, "If I say it is Zhengguo, you will be depressed. If it is not you, you will continue to question, human The essence of it is..."

"That's right." Park Jimin was too involved on a whim, completely forgetting the original intention, just because he thought it was fun to read the disputes in the comments.

"So brother, you should put down your phone now and enjoy yourself in time. Is it because the fragrance is not good enough or you can't sleep well? Do you want to spend time worrying about it?"

Song Zechen pressed a large quilt on Park Jimin's body, and the thick stack squeezed the air in an instant, trying to occupy Park Jimin's thinking space by the way.

The days passed quickly in waste, and their biggest problem every day was eating. Both of them were not good at cooking, and occasionally they got up to cook and the rest of the meals were taken out to make ends meet.

Park Jimin's strange thing is that Song Zechen obviously doesn't eat much, but he is very fond of Seoul's food.

"Where did you find so many delicious things?" Park Jimin was so moved that he wanted to lick the plate to show his respect for the food.

"They are all old stores. When I was a child, I would roam around Seoul and walk all the alleys when I was free. I was surprised that they have a takeaway function."

"Technology changes life." Park Jimin wondered whether to start with that plate of steamed buns. He felt that he ate a lot more than usual, usually only [-]% full, and broke his own rules these days.

"Eat." Song Zechen pushed the plate to him, tempting like a devil, but the sentence he wanted to hear most.

Park Jimin immediately started eating happily.

"Zechen? Where's the scale in our dormitory?" Park Jimin asked Song Zechen who was digesting after eating, "It was obviously placed there before."

Recently, he eats a lot and does little exercise. He doesn't want to face the facts and doesn't want to weigh himself. Now after eating the noodles with fried sauce, he feels guilty and wants to weigh himself on the scale.

"I'm hiding it." Song Zechen walked slowly.

"What are you hiding that for?"

"I think it takes up space."

Song Zechen lives very clearly. Anyone who eats, sleeps, and sleeps knows that he should not give hope to himself for maintaining his weight. He is worried that Park Jimin will finally relax and lose weight because he feels guilty about his weight. Song Zechen simply hides it from him.

Park Jimin is really too thin, and he managed to grow some cheek meat but it can't disappear again.

"Let's go, take a walk with me to eliminate food, borrow the fitness equipment of the young lady to play, and we will digest all we eat." Song Zechen pulled Park Jimin to his side, and the two of them circled back and forth in the small living room Circle, he just covered his body in sweat.

"That incense is about to expire, we have to use it up." Coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Park Jimin found the production date of the incense, and ordered another one based on the principle of not being wasted.

Song Zechen sat down by the bed while drying his hair, plugged in the plug of the electric blower, and handed it to Park Jimin after his hair was almost dry: "Blow dry."

"Oh." Park Jimin suddenly thought of something in the whirring noise, ran back to his room to get a box, sat down on the floor like a treasure, and tore open the packaging bag.

"Would you like a mask that my relatives gave me?"

"No." Song Zechen wrapped his legs with a quilt.

"It's fun." Park Jimin persuasively persuaded, "If it's not fun, hit me."

Song Zechen was finally willing to look at Park Jimin.

Zheng Haoxi returned home with light clothes. He couldn't stay idle during the rare vacation, so he finished early and decided to go back to the dormitory to adapt to the next busy schedule.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by two pairs of shoes neatly closed, as quiet and serene as their owners.

Someone is back?

He took off his shoes and inhaled a strong scent in his nostrils. Looking carefully, there were still a few wisps of smoke floating in the room, which came out of Song Zechen's room.

Zheng Haoxi panicked and ran into Song Zechen's room in a hurry, thinking that he had discovered some fire hazard.He clutched the cell phone in his hand, ready to broadcast the fire call at any time.

As a result, Song Zechen's bed showed him a big transformation, two creatures covered with black and black unknown objects covered with quilts, as if their faces had just been pulled out of the mud, revealing a peaceful and satisfied simplicity breath.

"Zechen? Jimin?" He walked in cautiously, waved away the smoke, and twisted his face to identify who the two were based on their figures.

"Brother Haoxi, are you back?"

Park Jimin suddenly opened his bright eyes.

Seeing that nothing happened, Zheng Haoxi relaxed a lot, and then his eyebrows twitched: "What are you doing?"

Park Jimin's voice is melodious: "Meditate."

Zheng Haoxi: "...Then may I ask what did you come up with?"

Song Zechen opened his eyes: "The highest state of meditation is to think about nothing."

"Why do you talk about sleeping late?" Zheng Haoxi looked worriedly at the two people who seemed to be possessed by a demon, "What is that on the face?"

"Brother Jimin's relative Cheng Yun recommended the mask." Song Zechen made a sound even though his mouth was closed. It was probably a folk technique that had been lost for many years - ventriloquist.

"Personal testing is easy to use." Park Jimin added.

Zheng Haoxi blinked vigorously, blinking away the shock in his eyes, but doubts quickly flooded in, the amount of information was too much, he didn't know what to doubt for a while, the two of you seem to have walked around the sky after a year, and the words are illusory, but Song Zechen is still surprised Crazy to do such an image-destroying thing.

He was so worried about so many things that he even forgot to laugh out loud at the first moment, and took a black photo of the two of them, which proved to be a good brother.

After confirming that the two humans with weird behaviors were indeed humans and had clear thinking, he threw the backpack into his room first.

In the next second, he ran to them again: "How much incense did you burn? Even my room can smell it?"

"Brother Jimin ordered, I don't know." Song Zechen signaled him to ask Park Jimin.

"I didn't order much? The last time Zechen and I went to Bali, I bought it locally. Maybe the fragrance of Bali is more powerful." Park Jimin got up to pack the mask on his face.

"Oh?" Zheng Haoxi approached curiously, "Is it a magnet?"

"Yes, otherwise how can I say that Dong Zechen and I put on the mask together, he just took a fancy to this high-tech fun." Park Jimin replied while removing the mask.

Song Zechen eagerly tried to remove the mask.

Zheng Haoxi wondered if he was dreaming, and swallowed his saliva in surprise in front of the two people who were happily half white and half black. Mask process.

"Why don't you talk in the group chat during the holidays." After Song Zechen revealed his true face in Lushan, Zheng Haoxi suddenly realized and asked, "Zhi Minni chats in the group every day."

No normal person could have imagined that these two would stay together in such a state.He also thought that Song Zechen lived a literary and fulfilling life in Seoul, and Park Jimin lived a wild and wild life in Busan.As a result, the two lived mysteriously and nervously in the dormitory.

Zheng Haoxi felt that he did not use the wrong adjective. He was really scared and wanted to switch from calling the fire alarm to calling a certain hospital.

"I play on my mobile phone. Zechen reads. Zechen doesn't like to look at his mobile phone, but he will refresh and reply to messages two hours before going to bed."

Park Jimin's observations over the past few days have found that Song Zechen lives away from the Internet like a caveman. He feels uncomfortable if he can't touch his mobile phone, but Song Zechen can throw it aside without any scruples during the holidays and focus on what he likes. , the two of them, one holding a mobile phone and the other holding a book, lived in peace.

But it is also a lying corpse, Song Zechen may lie more educated and profound than him, but so what, he has reaped the joy of surfing the Internet.

"Oh, so you don't even reply to my brother's news?" Zheng Haoxi pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Did brother send me a message?" Song Zechen searched for his lost phone for a long time, and the message on the lock screen was Zheng Haoxi's message "Ze Chen'er, I'm back to Seoul!".

"Ah, sorry, I didn't look at my phone two hours before my bedtime."

Song Zechen sent a reply message with a smiley face to no avail, and in reality also showed a smiley face to Zheng Haoxi.

"Forget it." Zheng Haoxi waved his hand in a funny way to express his indifference, "Now there are people who can abandon their mobile phones and not play. If I don't have a mobile phone, I will be very anxious."

"Me too." Park Jimin agreed.

"Anyway, it's nothing serious to be on vacation. My eyes hurt from looking at the phone, so I don't look at it."

"Brother, are you tired? Do you want to wash up and rest early?" Park Jimin thoughtfully noticed that Zheng Haoxi's body was full of dust.

"That?" Zheng Haoxi hesitated.

"Yeah." Park Jimin and Song Zechen looked up at him at the same time.

"Is the mask fun?" Zheng Haoxi looked forward to it.

"It's fun." Song Zechen gave a thumbs up.

"Brother, do you want to use it? Let's play together." Park Jimin sent out the invitation smartly and warmly.

Zheng Haoxi's eyes lit up, without the slightest hesitation: "Okay, okay, I'll join you guys after I take a shower!"

The Health Preservation Bureau has added a new comrade-in-arms.