[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"The debut list of BTS is: Song Zechen, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoonki."

The people who were practicing dancing in the practice room were suddenly called to Fang Shihe's office. They were still dripping with sweat. They had just calmed down to breathe. When they heard this, their hearts rose again.

Fang Shihe glanced at the crowd with their heads down, and continued to read: "Jung Ho-seok, Kim Seok-jin."

Tian Zhengguo swallowed, held Song Zechen's hand tightly, and leaned slightly sideways to hide behind him like he did every time he came to Fang Shihe's office with him.

"Tian Zhengguo."

Song Zechen and Tian Zhengguo breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, because they were so close that they could immediately sense each other's movements, they couldn't help but smiled at each other, and small flowers bloomed on their lips.

"Park Jimin."

Park Jimin's shoulders were suddenly relieved of the heavy load, and he became relaxed instantly, and his body that had lost heat began to warm up.

After that, there was a long period of silence, and everyone was expecting Fang Shihe to say the last name again.

Come on, there is one more person.

"Okay." Fang Shihe spoke again, but what he said was not that sentence.

There is no Kim Tae-jung's name.

Jin Tae-jin's face was already pale, and his chest could be seen rising and falling because he was restrained from breathing. His throat seemed to be strangled, unable to speak a word, like a fish thrown ashore, wanting to gasp for breath.

Jin Nanjun wanted to say something, but Song Zechen pulled him back.Because Fang Shihe was still present, Jin Nanjun didn't dare to make too much noise, so he had to give up.

"In addition to you, Li Xiuxiong is also on the debut list, and he will move in to live with you in a few days."

Li Xiuxiong is from the dormitory next door. He was born in 95. He specializes in vocals. He dances well and looks good. He is considered one of the best trainees in the company.

Song Zechen didn't have much contact with him, they just stayed in the relationship of nodding and greeting each other, and occasionally practiced dancing together.

"Get acquainted with him as soon as possible. After all, you are going to debut together. If you are not familiar with him, how will you look like you after your debut?"

Fang Shihyuk glanced at Jin Taeyi who was shrunk aside, he lowered his head and casually added.

He is still hesitating about Kim Tae-jung's arrangement. Kim Tae-jung still can't pass the teacher's final assessment. The subwoofer is not a popular voice in Korea, and there is a fatal flaw of unclear words: he doesn't have much ambition for dancing.

So this time is also a test. If Kim Tae-joo just gives up and cannot grasp the last chance, then it is really impossible.

Song Zechen observed Fang Shihe secretly, and found that his eyes kept lingering on Jin Taejin.

Fang Shihyuk is still hesitating to estimate, then Jin Taeyi still has a chance.

"Yes." Jin Nanjun pursed his lips and agreed.

No one speaks anymore.

"Why, do you have any opinions?" Fang Shihe looked at these people: what would your reaction be.

I don't need members who can only go on a rampage and use no brains, unnecessary emotional catharsis can only be useless.

Don't let me down.

"No, if Fang PDnim has nothing to do, we will go back first."

Jin Nanjun led the crowd to bow to Fang Shihe and exit silently.

As soon as Kim Tae-joon returned to the practice room, he buried his head in Kim Nam-joon's shoulder without saying a word, Zheng Haoxi, Park Jimin and the others surrounded him to comfort him, Song Zechen wanted to step forward and was squeezed out again.

"Obviously he said before that Tae-joo has great confidence, why is he like this now." Park Jimin's voice was already crying, he really hoped to debut with this best friend of his.

"Let's ask Fang PD why he did this." He could only think of this solution.

"Brother Jimin, I want to go with you." Tian Zhengguo stared closely at the masked Kim Tae-joo, who couldn't see his expression, his worry over him overcame his fear of Shi Hyuk.

"Why don't you go and ask." Zheng Haoxi looked at Jin Nanjun questioningly, after all, he has been appointed as the captain, and his choice at this time has the most weight.

Jin Nanjun hesitated for a moment, and touched Jin Taiyi's head. He could feel a little wetness on his shoulder, and after a moment of pondering, he agreed: "Okay."

"Bring them all back to me." Song Zechen, who was sitting silently beside him, tore off the towel around his neck and threw it out.

Everyone fell silent and looked back at him.

"What are you doing now, what kind of heroes are you acting like you don't know the situation?"

"You, Song Zechen, are sure of everything. We are totally different from you. How could you understand?" Park Jimin, who was already emotionally unstable, suddenly broke out.

"Do you think it's smart for you to do this? The debut list can be changed again. Do you feel that you are very stable now?" Song Zechen's hands trembled slightly, trying to control his emotions and ease his words, appearing not so sharp.

His voice began to choke, as if it had been sprinkled with fine sand, fragmented.

"I don't have any other intentions. Now that the notice has come down, it's useless to say anything else. Practice hard first, there will always be a way for Brother Tai."

"If you want to find Fang PD, it's not now. After a while, now is not the time."

Pu Zhimin didn't know why seeing Song Zechen's still calm appearance felt an unknown anger in his heart.

"Now it's not that you can't make your debut, of course you can be so calm." With a sneer, Jin Tae-yi quietly tugged at the hem of his relative's clothes.

There was no sound in the room, with an almost suffocating atmosphere, no one dared to make a sound to break it.

Like a dead computer, the screen is magically still, but unfortunately no one has the courage to shut down and restart.

Song Zechen raised his head slightly, with a well-defined profile and a clean jaw line.

Look at the face of the person in front of you, either condensed or resentful or serious.

The confrontation between one person and seven people has a clear boundary.

He put on the armor of fighting alone again, made himself invulnerable, resumed his usual calm and disdainful posture, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yes, I am just different from you."

Jin Shuozhen showed the majesty of a big brother, took Park Jimin's hand, and said with a straight face: "Okay, stop arguing. Everyone calm down."

"Let's all go out, those who want to stay can stay, and everyone separates for a while."

"Can this be noisy?"

It was dead silence again.

Jin Shuozhen sighed secretly, and signaled the older ones to take the younger ones out. As for how to face Song Zechen who was standing opposite, he was also a little at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it.

Jin Nanjun patted the shoulder of Jin Taiyi who was too scared to speak out, and whispered: "Let's go out first."

Jin Taiyi bit his lower lip, his sad mood was replaced by guilt, it was because of him that everyone quarreled.His position was a bit awkward at this moment, Park Jimin was speaking for him, and Song Zechen's words were not wrong.He thumped his head angrily: How could things develop like this.

Tian Zhengguo wanted to touch Song Zechen, but Min Yunqi grabbed him and motioned him to leave together.

Tian Zhengguo looked back at Song Zechen several times, but Song Zechen didn't look back at him, and kept his brows together in silence, his bangs covered his brows and eyes, his dark eyelashes cast shadows on his face like butterfly wings, and his expression was hard to distinguish.

Reluctantly, he had no choice but to follow Jin Nanjun and the others out together.

In the end, Song Zechen didn't even look at them again.

There was a sound of the door lock falling, and the room was silent.

There was a gust of draft passing by, howling and taking away the temperature, sweeping up fine dust like howling ghosts and wolves, the curtains in the room were lifted straight to let in the dust blown in by the wind.

There is a big mirror in the practice room.

Song Zechen turned his head to look there, stiff as a rusty machine, one click after another, ridiculous as a clown.

The incandescent lamp shone coldly on his face, which lost all color.

Song Zechen raised his hand, and the person in the mirror did the same.

He lifted the corners of his mouth up with his fingers, pretending to smile.

The corners of the mouth of the person in the mirror became more and more curved. Song Zechen touched it with his hands, closed his eyes and put his head on the mirror.

The cold touch is the same as the temperature of his hands and feet now.

He pressed it hard like masochistic, his forehead started to turn red.

Song Zechen felt that he was a little bit dreamy, lost in a trance.For a moment, he even forgot where he was, and felt that there was a pure white space around him.

I'm a real failure at being a human being, and screwing everything up again.

Am I about to become a human being again?

His heart kept falling, and finally fell into the dark and deep cold pool.

It was still raining in Seoul, and the sound of the rain outside the house was getting louder and louder. The heavy rain washed away the scars on the ground, as if it could cover up all the despair, unwillingness, and sadness in the world.Rain came in from the window and wet half of his cheek.

His eyes were red, and tears finally fell down.