[Entertainment] Chen Guang

In the movies of three people, there is usually one person who does not have a name, but among the three of them, there will be no one, because health care does not need to speak, and they are acting in mimes without lines.

There were three people lying side by side on Song Zechen's bed, which fully proved that the quality of the bed was good, and there was no creaking sound from the weight of the three people.

"Can you go back to your room?" Song Zechen couldn't help breaking the calm.

Jung Ho Suk and Park Jimin pretended not to hear.

Song Zechen put down the book, and turned his head unbearably: "Don't you think you are a little too much?"

Park Jimin tearfully looked away from the phone screen, choked up and shook his head: "I don't think so."

Zheng Haoxi stopped the game and grabbed the paper at the head of the bed and handed it to Park Jimin, and by the way, secretly swept the biscuit crumbs under the bed.

"Thank you." Park Jimin took out a piece of paper to wipe away his tears, sobbing, "I'm so sad and you still attack me."

Song Zechen gritted his teeth: "I didn't force you to read abuse articles."

Park Jimin was unmoved and said to himself: "It's too cruel, why are they still not together? I think my soul is clearer after washing with tears."

"My sheets became even more dirty with your snot and tears." Song Zechen saw a small dark spot on the sheets and his temples began to jump up and down.

Park Jimin took a breath to evade Song Zechen's accusation, looked at the novel on the screen and began to cry again, and unconsciously pulled the quilt to his face to let the fabric absorb the tears, because the protagonist of the novel did the same.

"The world is so quiet, and I am so small while wiping my tears secretly under the quilt."

Park Jimin cried louder and wiped his face with the sheet harder.

Song Zechen: "..."

Zheng Haoxi was so choked by Park Jimin's crying that the biscuits were hard to swallow, he glanced at Song Zechen with a guilty conscience and smiled flatteringly.

He knew that his behavior of eating scumbags on the bed would be provocative and dangerous to Song Zechen, who loves cleanliness, but he was too lazy to get out of bed.

"Eat, eat, I'll change the sheets later." Song Zechen waved his hands in displeasure.

Zheng Haoxi's appetite suddenly whetted, he ate and played games with peace of mind, and connected with Tian Zhengguo who was far away in Busan.

"Jungkook thought we were all at home. Do you want to tell him that we have returned to Seoul?" Jung Hoseok asked the people around him.

"Whatever, didn't he say this year that he would stay in Busan for a while before coming back? It doesn't matter if we come back or not."

Song Zechen remembered that Tian Zhengguo had told him before that he planned to step back to Seoul.

Park Jimin blushed from under the quilt and exposed his head, sobbing: "Don't tell him! Anyway, we met for separation, it's better not to know each other from the beginning."

Song Zechen couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the quilt with his hands and pushed Park Jimin back down again.

It is obvious that Song Zechen's ideal life will part ways sooner or later due to the different ideas of the other two, and will break up.

"Ze Chen, my abs are melting!" After eating, Park Jimin discovered this amazing fact and came to report.

"My belly becomes soft every time I poke it." Zheng Haoxi shook his head, body management made him anxious.

"We are too degenerate." Zheng Haoxi, who has not been fully corrupted by capitalist health care, is suffering verbally, but his heart is as unmoved as a mountain.

"It's all Zechen!" Park Jimin took the opportunity to throw the blame away.

The blame man Song Zechen didn't even lift his eyelids, and took the tablet to sort out the files.

"Zechen wasn't like this before, was he? I remember that he was very motivated and worked hard during the holidays." Zheng Haoxi recalled Song Zechen who was at the desk all day, in stark contrast to Song Zechen who is now paralyzed.

"I'm in college now." Song Zechen was confident.

Park Jimin held back for a long time, unable to refute, and commented dryly: "Oh, college students are amazing."

"Thank you." Song Zechen thanked politely, covered the tablet and looked up, "Are you going to practice dancing in the practice room? Exercising just happened to save your abs, although it's useless."

"Okay." Zheng Haoxi didn't say anything, and acted instead of moving.

"But is there electricity? Are the switches at the security office turned off?" Park Jimin knew that Song Zechen had a spare key, but he wasn't sure if he had one at the security office.

"The staff haven't gone to work yet. I wanted to come to the company last time. My little brother thought that I was affecting his rest and wasting electricity and refused to come and turn on the switch for me." Song Zechen was rejected once more than ten days ago. The key can only open the floor where the practice room and production room are located."

"Then what should we do?" Park Jimin felt uncomfortable after not dancing for too long.

"Do you want to go to Fang Shihe? He must have the key."

Song Zechen spoke lightly, and Zheng Haoxi and Park Jimin were startled when they heard it, and hurriedly stopped them: "Farewell, please, let's go to my little brother and ask again, please trouble him."

"Would it be a waste of electricity if there are only three of us?" Before making the call, Park Jimin worried that the three of them were still not enough weight.

"Brother, stop joking, isn't three people enough? Think about how many people we have in our company?" Song Zechen assured him with disdain.

When the phone was picked up, Park Jimin would lose his eyes when he smiled, stomping his feet and begging to the other side of the phone: "Please brother, we really need to use the practice room, and the holiday is coming to an end so we can use it a few days in advance... ...."

"Our Zhimin is really a coquettish ghost, it will be like this unconsciously, so cute." Zheng Haoxi whispered into Song Zechen's ear.

"Brother, just help..." Park Jimin continued to smile cutely, and chatted with the other party for more than ten minutes. Before he finished speaking, he took the phone with one hand across his cheek.

Song Zechen entered the stage: "Hello."

The staff who originally wanted to tease Park Jimin before coming over suddenly had goosebumps all over their bodies when they heard Song Zechen's deep voice.

"Hello, Happy New Year." He replied with all his hair on his back in full armor.

"Happy New Year." Song Zechen wished calmly, "Did you have a happy New Year?"

"...I'll be right over." The phone was hung up immediately.

Park Jimin stared at Zheng Haoxi dumbfounded: "What did Zechen say? Is that all right?"

Zheng Haoxi shook his head in bewilderment, expressing that he was also puzzled.

When they arrived at the company, the staff members met each other, helped them arrange everything and then ran home.

"Thank you brother." The three bowed and thanked.

"You're welcome." The staff signaled that they don't have to be so polite, and when they passed by Song Zechen, they added something viciously, "Didn't you promise me when you called me to turn on the switch last time? I found the next spring, but I don’t know where the next spring is, my current girlfriend broke up with me during Chinese New Year, Song Zechen, I hate you!"

Song Zechen patted him on the shoulder: "I'm just being polite, I didn't expect brother to have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

Park Jimin and Zheng Haoxi silently lamented the power of Chrysostomy.

The practice room hadn't been used for a long time, and there was dust flying in the air. Song Zechen stepped forward to open the window for ventilation, and turned his head to look at Park Jimin when he thought of something.

"Oh yes, Brother Jimin, can you dance "Spring Day"? If you can, can you dance it once for me to see? It's weird how many times I danced."

"The choreography of "Spring Day" is Jimin style." Zheng Haoxi took off his down jacket and took out the small video posted by Sun Chengde and watched it again.

The expressions on the faces of the three of them immediately became serious when they talked about the dance, and they practiced hard for hours when they got together and shouted the beat.

During the intermission, Song Zechen frowned and wiped off the sweat on his face:

"The dance I learned is really ugly, it's not light at all, and I may have to trouble Brother Jimin next."

"It's okay, Zechen, you'll be able to imitate quickly." Park Jimin comforted Song Zechen who was dissatisfied with him.

Song Zechen has always been so strict with himself on the stage that he will go crazy, and will repeat the whole day for small transitions or the texture of an action.This time the choreography didn't meet his satisfaction, he will definitely live in the practice room again.

Song Zechen recorded the video of Park Jimin's demonstration and went to the side alone to dig out the details in the mirror.

Soon Park Jimin, as one of Zheng Haoxi's three-piece bed toy set, and the two immediately played together again, and Song Zechen, as Zheng Haoxi's bedside vase, was in charge of elegance, sitting in the corner silently playing his own video, and by the way replied Min Yunqi, "I'm home, where are you?" "Information.

"Brother, let's play Arhat Stack."

"How do two people stack up Arhat?"

Song Zechen secretly sighed about the bad conversation.

"I can stand on your shoulders and do a backflip to stand on the floor, brother, I'll show you a show."

"Jimin, it's too dangerous, so I don't want it."

"Yes." Park Jimin excitedly rubbed his fists, "Zechen, look at me."

Song Zechen silently kicked the cushion to their side.

Park Jimin stood tremblingly on Zheng Haoxi's shoulder, Song Zechen turned the camera on them calmly.

With a graceful arc, Park Jimin landed his face on the sponge cushion steadily.

Song Zechen and Zheng Haoxi panicked and quickly knelt beside Park Jimin, not daring to touch him.

"Jimin, are you okay?"

"Brother, are you okay?"

"How dare you fall even on flat ground?" Song Zechen made up his mind after confirming that Park Jimin was fine, and settled the score afterwards.

"Before debut, I did a good job practicing stunts, but now I forget that I haven't practiced for a long time." Park Jimin smirked while covering his face.

"Did you apply ice to reduce the swelling?" Zheng Haoxi gently touched Park Jimin's red and swollen skin.

"The floor is ice." Song Zechen suggested maliciously.

"It's dirty!" Park Jimin twisted Song Zechen's ear.

"It can be considered." Zheng Haoxi joined the ranks of troublemakers with a smile, and pressed down Park Jimin's face that was close to the floor.

"It's quite comfortable." The icy cool texture relieved the burning heat on Park Jimin's face, and he did not mind getting dirty with a grounded cold compress.

"Huh?" A small question appeared.

"Why are there footsteps?" Park Jimin raised his face in surprise, and asked Song Zechen and Zheng Haoxi with wide eyes. Facing their distrustful eyes, he argued loudly, "Really! There are really footsteps! The company is not just the three of us ? Where did the other people come from? The staff who opened the door have already left!"

Zheng Haoxi's face turned pale, and he bent down reluctantly and put his ear to the floor: If there is no one else, is it a ghost?

"Really, why did I hear footsteps! It can't really be a ghost!" Zheng Haoxi's hands trembled slightly, and his voice was crying. Countless ghost stories related to the company flashed in his head, and the fear that dominated him since his trainee career mood.

Park Jimin teased Song Zechen and signaled him to listen quickly. Although Song Zechen didn't really believe it, he still leaned over and listened helplessly.

It seemed that there were really footsteps.

The door can always be pushed open by such a coincidence.

Min Yunqi, who came to the company to look for them, received the greatest blessing since the Chinese New Year. The three human beings who were suspected of his teammates kneeled side by side reverently, with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky. It was a standard New Year salute posture, although it was a bit strange to face the ground.And after he opened the door, two of them screamed and hugged each other tremblingly.

Min Yunqi was also frightened and took a step back, covering his heart and his pupils trembling.

Time becomes slow and absurd, even the dust in the air can be seen, pulling out a gentle afternoon shot.

Song Zechen raised his face calmly, with the courage to not change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, lightly patted off the dust on his face, pretending to have seen the calm and calm world: "Happy New Year."

Min Yunqi: "...Happy New Year."