[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Song Zechen shook the chair and threw small tomatoes into his mouth one after another. The sour taste occupied the tip of his tongue, and his brows became more and more wrinkled with the sourness.

The phone interface lit up, and Song Zechen looked at the time to reply to the message.

After putting it down, I picked it up again and thought about making a call.

"I finished writing the thesis and sent it to the teacher. It's up to her whether she is willing to give it to me or not."

Jin Sang-won could hear the exhaustion in his voice, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Just a piece of broken paper makes you feel so uncomfortable. That teacher is really annoying."

"Okay, the teacher is rigorous in his studies. It is because I have missed so many classes that it is difficult to make up for it, so I am struggling now."

"All right, I know, I'll just complain."

Jin Xiangyuan's voice suddenly changed, and he was furtive and excited: "Zechen, have you watched 202?"

Song Zechen lamented in his heart: Here we go again.

In life, one of the best friends is the peaceful passerby party who is willing to listen to your star chasing experience and occasionally praise a few words in agreement.

Song Zechen became the target of Kim Sang-won who had nowhere to vent his love for idols while he was studying.

"You're posting those things all day long." Song Zechen perfunctory, although he quickly brushed over and turned a blind eye.

Although Kim Sang-won could hear the other party’s evasion, star-chaser boys must have an indomitable desire to tell. Once you start, you don’t want them to stop: "The popularity of 202 is even bigger than last season. Many people around me are chasing after me. Last season's planners tasted the sweetness and couldn't let go. I kind of want to write a thesis on this..."

"I just watched the first episode." Since Song Zechen was fine, he spent time with him in a good-tempered manner.

"Are you actually going to see it?" Jin Xiangyuan was surprised that Song Zechen was free, and asked enthusiastically, "Do you have a pick? Let me know."

"I just read a little bit and didn't know what to pick and what not to pick. Your tone is like a pimp." Song Zechen complained, and after thinking about it, he replied seriously, "It's not bad to have a pink hair."

"The one with pink hair?" Kim Sang-won didn't expect to come up with a name, trying to search for memories, "His name is Jiang Daniel, but the company doesn't seem to be very famous."

"Oh." Song Zechen suddenly came up with inspiration, wrote down a line of lyrics in the notebook, and figured out what he should do next.

"What!" Jin Sang-won's reaction was more excited than usual, "You are always like this, no wonder the number of relatives who have debuted for so many years is pitifully small."

Every time he whispered in Song Zechen's ear, he hoped that this person would suddenly feel interested in someone and become friends.

Song Zechen was right, he was a pimp in a sense, and he was worried about Song Zechen's physical and mental health.

It turned out that Song Zechen was lucky, he remembered all the information about idols he chanted, but it was treated as information, and he used a few words of conversation when he met.As a result, everyone left a good impression of Song Zechen, but Song Zechen looked like a scumbag among thousands of flowers who didn't touch his body.

"You worry me to death." His muffled voice came through the receiver.

Song Zechen understood the feelings of the other's old father: "Your hair fell out because of these unnecessary things, and besides, you don't have any special friends."

"You really have no conscience. I'm not the same as you. You're under so much pressure." When it was time to hang up the phone, Kim Sang-won said, "Okay, I won't bother you, go get busy."

"Well, you go to work too."

Song Zechen waited for the notification sound that the call ended, then put down the phone.There was a string of ellipsis after the lyrics that he wrote just now. He sank into the chair, put the notebook flat in front of his eyes, and wrote and drew lazily.

During the tour, he wrote a lot of songs, but he kept them in his hand and didn’t show them to anyone. The new series has members’ solos. Since he doesn’t want others to interfere with his songs, he has to submit a satisfactory answer to satisfy the company. .

Since returning from Hawaii, Song Zechen has been full of enthusiasm for work and study. Anyway, in a sense, anything is better than traveling.

Staying up all night in your own small world is always more secure than staying up late in a foreign country. Song Zechen and Min Yunqi, the two production studio Aoye brothers, stay in the company as usual, meet with Jin Nanjun and Zheng Haoxi from time to time, and the four of them occasionally open a few bottles of wine .

I love working.

Song Zechen uttered such a cry from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother, let's go and have dinner." Song Zechen knocked on Min Yunqi's door and beckoned him to clean up quickly.

Min Yunqi habitually blurted out words of refusal, but he also knew that if he said he didn't want to go, he would be dragged away by Song Zechen in the end, so he decided to shut up to save some energy.

"What do you want to eat?" Song Zechen asked casually, and Min Yunqi was expected to answer "I don't know." He immediately continued, "I thought about it for a long time and decided to eat black pepper steak rice. I don't think you have any objection."

Min Yunqi squinted his eyes: "Do you have a chance to speak to me?"

"I'll help you save your energy."

Song Zechen smiled and pulled Min Yunqi into the car without any refusal.He got his driver's license not long ago, but it was too easy, which made the agent worry about what happened to his negligence, and repeatedly asked him to pay attention.

The small shop was found by Song Zechen the year before last, and they happened to be a little earlier than the meal time and missed the time when there was a lot of traffic.

The ordered meal came to the table quickly, and Song Zechen naturally helped Min Yunqi mix the rice first. Just as he was about to pinch the beef to him with the chopsticks, his hands stopped suddenly, and he shook his head: "It seems that there is no need."

"I can't eat that much." Min Yunqi watched silently, "It's already past the age of growing up."

Talking about this, thinking that he was even the longest in the team, he poked holes in the rice unwillingly, glanced at Song Zechen, who was the tallest in the team, and sighed sadly.

Song Zechen guessed what the other side was thinking, it was nothing more than the topic of food and height, he was unmoved, and stirred the salad:

"I'm going to post the song I made for Senior Suran soon."

"Yeah." Min Yunqi was so busy that he almost forgot about it. Hearing Song Zechen mention it at first, he only responded when he recalled the time.

"If you make money, please treat me to dinner. Of course, you can't pay for this meal. It's too cheap." It happened that the waiter brought over the bill, and Song Zechen took advantage of the opportunity to joke.

"What about you?" Min Yunqi asked back.

"what?"

"A matter of cooperation."

While chatting with Slow Rabbit, Min Yunqi inadvertently learned that Song Zechen might have cooperation outside the team. He didn't care much about Song Zechen keeping things from them. He already knew that Song Zechen liked to inform after the dust settled, and didn't like uncertain factors.

"Ah, you already know, I was going to tell you guys after it's formally finalized." Song Zechen didn't panic after being pointed out, "Don't tell them yet, I'm afraid they will look forward to it more than me but they won't cooperate in the end."

"Yeah." Min Yunqi was silent for a moment, then suddenly added worriedly, "Pay attention to gossip."

"Don't worry, I've been an idol for so long, I still have this vision."

Afterwards, they stuffed their mouths with food in silence, without mentioning a word about work, enjoying the rare peace and the fun of emptying their heads.

After the meal, Song Zechen didn't go back to the company. He left a USB flash drive at home and had to go back to get it. He simply edited on the computer and went back to the production room.

When Tian Zhengguo came over excitedly with a stack of papers, Song Zechen held the USB flash drive in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his legs just in time to answer the phone.

"Hello, senior."

Song Zechen made a silent gesture to Tian Zhengguo, but he didn't deliberately avoid him.

"But I'm going to go on a tour abroad in a few days, and I can't meet you for the time being, I'm really sorry.

"The arrangement I finished will be sent to you."

"It's a pleasure working with you, too."

"I will contact you when I return home."

"Trouble my sister."

"Okay, goodbye sister."

The address on the phone changed from "senior" to "sister", and Tian Zhengguo lamented Song Zechen's self-sufficiency with admiration and disgust.

As soon as Song Zechen hung up, Tian Zhengguo couldn't wait to ask: "Are you going to cooperate with senior?"

Relying on his close distance, he saw the note on Song Zechen's mobile phone: "It's Senior Heize!"

Song Zechen didn't have a chance to intervene, Tian Zhengguo was as excited as a small machine gun: "This senior writes songs as emotionally as you, and your cooperation must be very good. From the tone of your chat, the cooperation must be finalized. It's really great... .”

It took Tian Zhengguo a long time to realize that Song Zechen hadn't spoken for a long time, and he scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm too excited."

"It's okay." Song Zechen was stunned at first, and then laughed more and more happily, "Thank you."

He was happy for him from the bottom of his heart, and the rambling words made Song Zechen's heart as sweet as if soaked in honey water.

"Why are you being polite?" Tian Zhengguo sat next to Song Zechen, "Of course I want to be happy for you if you can display your talents, otherwise you will always suppress the songs you write, and I, the audience, will not be happy."

Song Zechen didn't want Tian Zhengguo to think too much, for example, recalling the unhappiness that erupted at the beginning of the year, he glanced at the paper in the other party's hand and changed the subject: "What do you want me to do?"

"Oh oh oh." Tian Zhengguo patted his head in a panic, "The melody I thought of while practicing the piano, I think it's not bad, please help me to see it."

Song Zechen took it, and gently hummed the melody on the paper, softly and comfortably: "It's great, the sunshine is pure, it's your style."

Tian Zhengguo took the paper with a smile and said, "Really? I hope I can release a mixtape one day."

The child's longing and yearning language is as sincere as the promise to Ami that "you will come to listen to my solo singer stage in the future".

"Yes." Song Zechen rubbed his hair, "You will still be the solo singer you want in the future, stand on the stage, and I will support you from the audience."

Facing Tian Zhengguo's clear and lingering eyes, Song Zechen accentuated his tone mischievously. He knew that Tian Zhengguo was most afraid of him committing a crime, and accidentally slipped his mouth in front of outsiders: "If Fang Shihe doesn't give everyone personal resources in the future, I will scold him to death." .”

Sure enough, Tian Zhengguo's eyes became majestic because of Song Zechen.