[Entertainment] Chen Guang

They hit the street again.

If the "no" last time was such that ordinary relatives didn't know each other, then "danger" was really such that even my own mother didn't know it.

After returning from the United States, the smug teenagers are looking forward to handing in a brilliant homework in the Seoul music industry, completing the dance rehearsal, album release, and sound source release intensively, and then accepting the ruthless reality without hesitation.

Even Jin Shuozhen, the most optimistic member of the team, seemed depressed, persistently refreshing the real-time list of music sources every day.

Then watch the main track roll back down the hill from the back of the list.

Disappears off the page like a droplet into an ocean.

This metaphor that Jin Shuozhen especially liked to use when he was in elementary school is very ironic when it is applied to himself now.

There is something stuck in everyone's heart.

Park Jimin often masochistically flips through fans' comments on this comeback, and the comment section is full of tears, "This time the momentum is not good", "I thought it would go further, why is it like this", "I'm a little disappointed" There are countless words like this, not to mention the cynicism of other fans.

When Song Zechen snatched his mobile phone, he hadn't recovered from it, and stared blankly at the mobile phone in that person's hand for a long time.

Park Jimin drooped down and buried himself in the quilt, facing a silent darkness.He felt hands gently patted him across the quilt, as if comforting something, his nose was even more sore.

Kim Tae-jin couldn't even whet his appetite for Coke and hamburgers, so he stuffed random vegetables every day to fill his stomach.Jin Nanjun couldn't cheer up the dance teacher's scolding with a bitter face, although the dance teacher didn't dare to criticize them with too harsh words at this time.

After comforting the frustrated Tian Zhengguo, Song Zechen hid in Min Yunqi's production room with his notebook in his arms.

Min Yunqi, who was resting with his eyes closed, threw a blanket over.

Song Zechen put on the blanket, frowned and looked at Min Yunqi who was lying on the table with his back bent, took out another blanket for him, and then casually sat down against the corner of the wall.

Min Yunqi's cold fingertips moved slightly.

There was a long silence.

Min Yunqi raised his head abruptly, and said without a word: "I'm not as fragile as you imagined."

He knew why Song Zechen was fine and stayed here, but he was afraid that he would not be able to accept this fact. After all, he was the most urgent person in the team who wanted to be recognized by the public so as to tell his parents that his choice was not wrong.Perhaps the results this time were really too miserable. Even Fang Shihe didn’t criticize them when he asked them to talk. He mainly encouraged them cautiously, for fear that they would fall into a slump if they were stimulated, especially himself who had suffered from depression before. .

"Yes." Song Zechen followed his words and agreed.

"To be honest, sometimes I really hate your attitude of not caring about anything, as if you can get what you want."

Min Yunqi, who realized that he had angered Song Zechen because of his emotional instability, scolded himself secretly, and his voice sank.

"sorry."

"Aren't I the same as you who can't get it now?"

Song Zechen didn't look up, and put aside the lyrics book in his hand to cover his eyes. He felt sick when he saw these beats now.

No one knew what Song Zechen was thinking. After the results of the album came out, he continued to practice dance and write songs like a normal person, becoming the most peaceful existence in the team, because he knew that the days would always pass, and getting what he wanted depended on God’s will. It also depends on God's will if one's wish fails.It's just that he looked at the white pages in the notebook several times, and there were large blanks in his mind.

But he didn't dare to show the slightest bit, the youngsters who often hung out were already extremely emotional, if he leaked any negative emotions, it would be worse.

Song Zechen closed his eyes, his chest heaved several times, and he responded with a smile when he opened his eyes.

Min Yunqi witnessed the change in just a dozen seconds, and his heart felt as if he had been poured with lemon juice.

Song Zechen should always maintain his arrogance, always go smoothly, and everything will always go well. All good luck should be on his side, instead of pretending to be calm and peaceful like now.

He got up from the chair, squatted beside Song Zechen, stared into his moist eyes: "I tell you, we will bounce back after hitting the bottom."

Song Zechen was amused by Min Yunqi's babbling: "You are like this now, you can set up a fortune-telling stall with a mustache and round glasses."

"I'm serious, I have a strong premonition. I have bought lottery tickets for so many years without winning any prizes. I must be waiting for this prophecy to come true."

Min Yunqi purposely made a counting motion with his fingers, imitating it perfectly: "And didn't you say before that we would definitely be successful in the future? I think what you said is very reasonable."

"So you were lying to me then?" Song Zechen remembered that Min Yunqi's various behaviors had misled him into thinking that the other party hadn't noticed that line of handwriting at all.

It’s over.

Only then did Min Yunqi realize that he had slipped his tongue, and quickly covered his face with his hands to prevent possible beatings from the opposite person.

But Song Zechen didn't seem to have the strength to play with him, and he didn't even bother to say back.

Min Yunqi wrinkled his nose and made enough mental preparations. He forced Song Zechen, who lowered his head, to look at him, and grimaced bravely.

Pull the eyes up with the index fingers of both hands, and then use the middle finger to hold the middle part of his nose to make a pig nose.

Song Zechen raised his eyelids without any emotional fluctuations, and looked at him, and he could see himself in the other's eyes.

Ugly.

Also embarrassing.

Soon, Song Zechen couldn't help but bend his eyes, making it impossible for him to find himself.

Min Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard some funny stories that he had read on the bookshelf before.

Song Zechen, you are truly a scourge.

"I'm going back."

Song Zechen stood up.

"Sometimes I wish you would stop laughing and think you look good when you smile."

Min Yunqi was still squatting on the spot, and said something softly.

"So hopefully I can make you smile nicely."

Song Zechen's hand rested on the doorknob, and he couldn't help laughing, his eyes flashed: "Really? Then I will definitely check it out."

Since ancient times, the backstage of Dage Broadcasting has been a wonderful place for idols from all walks of life to get to know each other. Countless men and women fell in love at first sight here, and countless men and men formed touching friendships outside the team that were so evocative and fans wailing.

No matter how confused the song is, the stage still needs to be completed well.

After BTS got off the stage, they bowed all the way, and the makeup on their faces was already out of shape.It’s August, and Seoul is like a giant steamer draining the last of everyone’s moisture.

But what is even more frightening is that this time their singing uniforms are all thick leather jackets, which are incompatible with the refreshing outfits on the stage.At the same time, in terms of the stage effect, in order to match the atmosphere of the song, fire is spouted every scene. Just imagine who can accept such a scene in the hot season to make themselves more hot. I think this is part of the reason why the audience did not buy it.

Everyone can't wait to take off their jackets, leaving only a short sleeve or a vest to pick up a small fan in an attempt to reduce boredom with the weak wind.Song Zechen walked to the side and buried his face in an ice towel to fade away the flush on his face. He took a few deep breaths. The sudden fire on the stage earlier caused sparks to enter his eyes. I didn't feel anything, and now the discomfort in the eyes came out after the performance.

With a hand on his shoulder, Song Zechen raised his head and turned around.

"Brother mino?"

"What's the matter, aren't you feeling well?" Song Minhao asked with concern.

"It's okay, there is something wrong with the eyes, and it will be fine soon."

In the dormitory at the beginning, there were YG trainees who were concerned about the survival battle. As a member of Team A, Song Minhao's promise to make a successful debut as a winner was finally realized in the second half of 2014. YG's new boy group Winner has an unstoppable momentum and has received enthusiastic response after only one month of debut, and is called a "monster newcomer".

"Congratulations, brother finally made his debut and won the first place so quickly." Song Zechen cheered up.

"Thank you."

Song Minhao could hear the sincerity of Song Zechen's speech, without any falsehood, and generously offered his blessings, unlike many people who are polite on the surface and sour in their hearts, he has heard countless people say that they are just occupying YG Fame is the only chance to become popular.

"Oh, right."

"Didn't you keep saying that you wanted to know Seung Yoon?"

Song Minhao pulled out his teammate Jiang Seungyun who had been standing behind him and introduced him.

"Sung Yoon, this is the younger brother I've been telling you about."

Speaking of the acquaintance of Song Zechen and Song Minhao, the two met by chance in an underground bar. At that time, Song Minhao saw Song Zechen sitting at the bar counter looking for inspiration with a notebook in the crowd after performing underground. It is hard to describe the feeling , that is, at a glance, he is the only one who firmly attracts everyone's attention.

Several hot and sexy girls with revealing clothes went over to strike up a conversation. I don't know what he said to them, but those girls left without entanglement and smiling.

Song Minhao couldn't help but approached and whistled. He thought he was a good boy, but it wasn't as simple as it looked on the surface.

Song Zechen didn't pay attention to Song Minhao at first, and only became interested after Song Minhao pointed out a turning point that he had struggled with for a long time.After chatting, the two found that there were many common topics in music, and they gradually became familiar with each other after going back and forth.

After Team A's victory, Song Minhao also asked Song Zechen to come out to celebrate. When he accidentally mentioned each other's teammates, Song Zechen praised Jiang Shengyun and kept him in his heart. He must match the two when he has the opportunity.

"Hello."

Song Minhao stood in the middle, and on the left and right were Jiang Seungyun and Song Zechen who stood facing each other with their mouths pursed and smiling. Suddenly, he had the illusion that he was an intermediary in a dating agency in Seoul.

"You two exchange contact information."

After saying this, Song Minhao felt that he was a great matchmaker.

"Let's go first, contact me when I have time."

The laser-like gazes behind him are hard to ignore, and the pressure is huge. Song Minhao dragged Jiang Shengyun to retreat, and left in a desperate manner. The power of the younger brother should not be underestimated. He poked into a sieve.

Song Zechen waved goodbye to them, and when he turned around, it was Jin Nanjun and Min Yunqi who had been waiting for a long time and stared at them.

"How did you know Song Minhao?"

"Have you ever been underground?"

The two people looked at each other for two seconds, and quickly grasped the key to the telepathy:

"You actually went underground behind our backs!"

Song Zechen thumped in his heart: It's over, forget about it.