[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Song Zechen bowed to the head teacher, and respectfully handed her the materials for applying for a suspension of school.

"Zechen, no matter how hard your practice life is, you can't forget your studies."

The head teacher looked at the boy in front of him, there was a small whirl on the top of his head.

Song Zechen's grades have always been good. Although the practice life is tight, he has been trying to find time to study. Science is no problem for him. The only weakness is Chinese history, which takes time to memorize.Even if you calm down and fight hard, Sky College has a lot of confidence.

The homeroom teacher didn't understand Song Zechen's choice, but the boy was always gentle and polite, he was clear about his goals, and he was ruthless towards himself. He was getting thinner and thinner visible to the naked eye.She was distressed and tried to help as much as she could.

"Yes."

"Okay, you go first, I will hand in the rest of the materials for you."

"Thank you, teacher." Song Zechen sincerely bowed ninety degrees again to express his gratitude. He remembered the teacher's care for him in his heart.

"Why do you always give such a big gift, kid?" The head teacher waved his hand, gesturing him to leave.

Walking from the office to the classroom, they greeted each other along the way, and everyone they knew or didn't know came to join in the fun. Song Zechen felt that his face was almost frozen with laughter.

"Hey, why are we busy people so free to come to school today? No wonder there are so many people outside the class today." The boy sitting at Song Zechen's back table sat next to his seat and hugged his neck.

"Forget it, I feel like I'm being watched like a monkey in a zoo."

"I've been too busy recently, so I'm going to take a leave of absence." Song Zechen stuffed the messy workbooks on the desk into his school bag, rubbed his eyes, and there was dust on the desk after not coming for a long time.

Song Zechen has a good relationship with everyone in the class, and he is famous in school because of his face and his status as a trainee.His well-known good temper, which was praised by others, made him very popular. Although he didn't come to school many times, the relationship between his classmates did not alienate him.

"Song Zechen, here are the latest test papers and review syllabus. I'll organize them for you." A girl approached him with a blushing face and handed him a stack of test papers.

Song Zechen took it with both hands, and distanced himself calmly: "Thank you, it's really troublesome for you."

"No... You're welcome..."

"Oh……"

After the girl left, the boy at the back table made a long-drawn-out booing, but was stopped by Song Zechen with a smile.

"Okay, okay." The boy made a zip movement to his mouth, indicating that he "shut up."

"When are you free to play basketball together?"

"I really don't have time recently. I'll send you a message as soon as I'm free."

Song Zechen picked up his schoolbag and walked across the school's avenue, intending to return to the company.

Suddenly, a girl jumped out from the middle of the road and stopped him.Black-framed glasses, high ponytail, thick dark circles under the eyes, and red acne marks on his face, he is the same as the students who stay up late at school, but more gloomy than them.

Here it comes again, Song Zechen secretly sighed.

"I like you, you don't have to say sorry to me." The girl stared at him sharply and glaringly.

The "I'm sorry" that Song Zechen had just reached the tip of his tongue was swallowed back immediately.

"I've been observing you for a long time."

I didn't come to school long at all, how did you observe.Song Zechen complained in his heart, still waiting for the person in front of him to finish with a polite smile on his face.

The girl in front of him looked at him with hatred, her eyes were full of scrutiny, as if she was estimating the price of a commodity.Song Zechen felt uncomfortable with such eyes, frowned slightly, and planned to walk around him.

"Aren't you just a trainee? Idol is such a lowly profession in our country. I don't understand why you want to be one. Your grades are not bad. Song Zechen, why do you want to be depraved?"

Song Zechen's footsteps stopped, he didn't speak, and his smile became brighter, his eyes revealed a strong disgust for a moment, which was quickly covered up.

"I guess you must be very angry now, but you are still laughing, Song Zechen, you are so hypocritical. It is still in line with your desire to be an idol, after all, it is a profession of selling laughter. Hate me, it doesn't matter, they can't let you Remember, but I can..." The girl was still chattering nervously.

A bell fell from the sky to save him,

Thankfully, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's Kim Tae-jin calling.

Song Zechen ran up the stairs panting, and he could hear the noise inside as soon as he approached the door. He frantically rummaged through his bag to find the key, and opened the door cautiously.

The urgent words on the phone from Jin Taiyi still echoed in my ears: "Zechen, come back quickly, Brother Haoxi said he is leaving."

The temperature in the room was several degrees hotter than outside, Song Zechen immediately joined the chaotic farce from the cold world.Jin Shuozhen noticed him, nodded slightly to signal him, he nodded back, locked the door silently and leaned against the wall with both hands.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Tian Zhengguo desperately wiped away his tears.

Park Jimin snatched Zheng Haoxi's luggage and threw himself on it to prevent Zheng Haoxi from touching it.Jin Tae-jin tugged at the corner of Zheng Hao-seok's clothes, his eyes were red.

"I'm leaving, you guys keep going." Zheng Haoxi's voice was trembling, trying to calm down and state the fact.

"Haoxi, think about it again, why do you suddenly have such an idea?" Jin Shuozhen frowned.

Zheng Haoxi lowered his head and choked with sobs: "There is nothing to consider."

His rap is not brilliant, and his unfounded efforts can only get mediocre evaluations, and he will never be able to surpass others.He loves dancing, but dancing has become a burden. His only self-esteem in dancing cannot be valued by the company, and his endless career as a trainee makes people desperate.

Why should I stay here? Going back to Gwangju underground and continuing to be a simple dancer is the best choice.

Such an idea was not a whim. He tossed and turned in countless late nights, rubbing his bruised wound, shivering in pain with cold hands and feet under the blanket.

Song Zechen licked his dry and flaky lips, trying to lift his hands to remove the dead skin, but found that he had no strength.

Why do we have to leave, obviously we have been working hard together for so long?

"Why do you want to leave? We are obviously going to debut soon."

Song Zechen thought for a moment that he had accidentally blurted out what was in his heart, but when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was Tian Zhengguo who asked the question in a crying voice.

"It was you who debuted, and I have no hope at all. I have persisted for so long, and there is no hope at all. There are still many choices if I don't become an idol. Why do I have to suffer so hopelessly?"

"I'm not like you guys who are sure to make a debut. I've discovered it a long time ago." Zheng Haoxi's eyes were red, and he wanted to pull Tian Zhengguo's hand away, talking incoherently and incoherently.

like who?Are you talking about me?

Song Zechen folded his hands expressionlessly and stood aside.

When Song Zechen went to Fang Shihe's office before, he happened to bump into Zheng Haoxi. At that time, Zheng Haoxi's face was not good. Song Zechen only thought that Zheng Haoxi might have been educated by Fang Shihe, and didn't think much about it. After all, such things are not common among trainees. Not uncommon.Thinking carefully, it turns out that there were already traces to follow at that time.

At that time, he patted Zheng Haoxi on the shoulder, greeted him cheerfully in a low voice, and joked about supporting his brother.Isn't he disgusting like that, when others are sad, he still responds to his own hippie smile.

Tian Zhengguo was already hoarse from crying, mechanically repeated not to go, and gradually fell to his knees on the ground.Zheng Haoxi also knelt down with his strength, and the two buried their faces in each other's shoulders.Park Jimin leaned on Jung Ho-seok's back, sobbing softly.

Song Zechen stared blankly at a certain point in the air, feeling unprecedentedly tired.

Obviously we made an agreement together, why can you give up so easily.

"Don't you feel that you are very irresponsible? Everyone is working hard to make their debut, not only you, but now is the critical time for their debut. Are you worthy of Zechen's help for so long?" Jin Nanjun worked hard to organize his words, Don't let your language be too sharp.

"Did I say I need his help?" Zheng Haoxi raised his head, smiled, and spoke with a hoarse throat without hesitation.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Min Yunqi glanced at Song Zechen, and lowered his voice to reprimand.

Zheng Haoxi's head was already deprived of oxygen, and all the figures in front of him were blurred into one, feeling dizzy.

I seem to have said something wrong, Song Zechen should not be here.But it doesn't matter, and we won't deal with each other in the future.

Song Zechen put his head against the wall, feeling a little numb all over his body, even his fingertips felt slightly sour.

That's right, no one likes to train day and night, no one likes self-righteous constraints, no one likes to make smart arrangements, he is meddling again.

What was still being said on the other side became the background sound in the distance in his ears, as if returning to the amusement park when he was a child, the human voice and the howling wind were so noisy, it only made him feel noisy.

Song Zechen looked around, his movements a little sluggish.

Like a montage shot in a movie, everyone perfectly synthesized a sculptural oil painting, and he looked awkward and ridiculous standing there.

Chun Jung-guk and Jung Ho-seok hugged each other and cried, Park Jimin and Kim Tae-jung were struggling with their luggage, Kim Seok-jin, Kim Nam-joon and Min Yoon-ki stepped forward to comfort them silently.

Min Yunqi's eyes hesitated to speak, but unfortunately he didn't have the heart to explore the content.

The warmth in his heart was poured with a basin of water without hesitation, and it became cold inch by inch.

Why is this again?

Is it that I shouldn't give my heart at all.

Min Yun has been paying attention to Song Zechen for the rest of his life. He opened his mouth many times to speak but still didn't say a word. The flickering scarlet sparks dancing in his eyes slowly burned out and returned to silence. Finally, he smiled like when he first met. Non-smiling, unpredictable eyes looked at everyone.

Min Yunqi wanted to approach him, hold his wrist and tell him it wasn't that bad.

Song Zechen stood up straight against the wall, rolled up his sleeves slowly, looked back at him indifferently, scanned the crowd, and opened the door.

"boom"

The door was closed.