Entertainment life from early spring

On the bustling street, Lee Soon-gyu, who had apple hair and a green puff-sleeved top, was blocked at the door by a man and a woman as soon as he walked out of the store with his sister, whom he had known since junior high school.

The boys were ready with their cameras, and the flashlights had begun to shine on Lee Soon Kyu's eyes. The woman, who looked like a reporter, stretched out the recording pen in front of Lee Soon Kyu: "You are Girls' Generation's SunnyXI, right? Regarding the incident that happened at the Dream Concert,

Don’t you have anything to say to the people?”

Li Shunkyu looked at the recorder in front of him and licked his lips, thinking that after the last incident, Doyeon Noona went to the dormitory to give instructions about interviews and speeches. He gently squeezed the hand of his companion sister and shook it a few times, apologizing.

He glanced at her, let go of her hand, turned around and ran away.

"Do you think there is no need to explain to the public, even if such an incident occurred at an annual large-scale event?" The female reporter and the male cameraman followed closely behind Lee Soon Kyu: "For Girls' Generation, it was because of other programs

Do you have anything to say about the rumor that this group lights-out incident was caused by bad remarks and fights between fans?"

'Axi, you are so annoying, no, if you are caught up here, it will be over, you have to escape.'

The short figure kept walking through the streets and alleys, turning his head and looking behind him from time to time to confirm whether the other party was still chasing him.

After running through several alleys, the opponent was still chasing, so Li Shunkyu's suppressed anger suddenly reached its peak. He simply stopped and stood at the entrance of the alley with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily, preparing to have a wonderful real-person battle with them. His posture was already over.

After setting it up, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand and dragged into the alley. There was only one thought in my mind: 'Axi...he's dead now...'

"Where's the person? I obviously saw her running in." The female reporter at the entrance of the alley put her hands on her hips, frowned, and breathed heavily in her throat like a bellows.

The photographer behind her with a camera was not much better. He bent down and held his knees with his hands, looking up into the alley: "I know this alley. There is only an exit at the other end. But I have to pass by the back kitchen of a hotel, so

He shouldn’t have gone far.”

"Sunnyxi, we just want to conduct an interview, and we will publish what you expressed without any changes. Sunnyxi, I only need to delay you for a few minutes!"

Bang, a noise came from the alley on the side, and two people ran in quickly: "SunnyXI, please..." After seeing what was going on, the two people shrank back, and carefully exposed their eyes to stare into the alley.

"Ah? You still have money to go out to eat despite your debts? If the owner of the restaurant hadn't been someone I knew, I would have let you run away today." A tall man in a cycling suit circled around a short figure squatting on the ground.

He turned around. He didn't seem to hear the expected response. The man kicked the iron trash can at the door of the kitchen, leaving a dent in it with a loud bang. The people on the ground also trembled in fear with the sound.

For a moment.

"Tell me, when will I pay back the money you owe? This time it will be you, but it may not be the case next time. I heard that you have a beloved younger brother who passes by Yanjing Road every time after school. It is a quiet little street.

Xiang, people are really worried about his safety..."

"It's not Sunny who's squatting on the ground, right? To avoid the scene we're acting." The male cameraman looked at the scene and then immediately retracted it.

The female reporter was eager to try, and the frequency of probing her head became more and more frequent: "It's possible, I think the heights are about the same, let's just go up and ask." She took a step and walked into the alley.

Unexpectedly, the tall man bent down and stood next to the short figure, roughly pulled him up, and lifted the hood of the hoodie that covered his face, revealing a thin male face.

"I'm telling you, I will definitely know how to cook..."

"You two? Have you seen enough? If the next thing is reported, we will be very troubled." At some point, a figure wearing a black full-face helmet appeared behind them, holding a thick rolling pin for pastry.

He knocked on the wall with his hand: "If nothing happens, you two go first?"

After comparing the thickness of his arm with the thickness of the rolling pin, the male cameraman immediately saluted respectfully, "Yes! We'll leave right away!" To show his sincerity, he pulled out the SD card and put it on the basket piled with debris next to it, and entered the alley.

The reporter duo apologized and trotted out of the alleyway at a much faster speed than when they came in.

Watching the two people running away, the figure wearing a full-face helmet knocked on the plastic-covered basket where the debris was piled: "Come out, everyone is gone."

He didn't hear any noise, so he knocked twice with the rolling pin: "Wearing green clothes, do you really think you are a carrot and can't come out? Brother Zhao still needs to use it, come out quickly."

"I'm hiding in the box next to you. The one you knocked on, Oppa, is really the one with the carrots in it." Li Shunkyu poked the helmeted man in the waist from behind: "Thank you, Oppa Yuliang, and you two."

He bowed again and thanked the tall man who was taking off his cycling clothes and the thin figure who stood up scratching his head.

"It's okay, Yuliang and we are regular customers here. Although it's just the same few people who come here every time, we take care of business." The tall figure threw the cycling jersey to Lin Yuliang, who had already taken off his helmet: "Okay, I'll compile it in two or three minutes."

Those who came out were deceived, and their learning was not in vain.”

The thin figure was taciturn. He took out a ballpoint pen and accounting pad and handed them to Li Shungui: "Sign, thank you."

"Oh, oh~" Li Shunkyu took the pen and notebook in surprise, showed a bright smile and wrote his name on the blank page of the accounting book: "What is your name?"

"Zhao Haisheng, I was at the scene to provide support. Come on! I will always support you!"

"Zhao Haisheng, right? Thank you for supporting us. We will work hard to release new songs in the future...if we can get through it." TO wrote blessing words after signing, and handed the notebook to Zhao Haisheng's hands: "

Thank you for liking Girls’ Generation.”

"They will definitely be able to survive this incident. We already have a support team secretly investigating! They will definitely be taught a harsh lesson! Just wait and see, these bit...h..."

"What are you talking about, brat? How do you usually teach me?" Lao Zhao slapped Zhao Haisheng on the back of the head, causing him to stumble and fall forward. Lao Zhao touched his head distressedly again: "I don't usually speak.

, I’m really afraid that he’ll do something impulsively, and I don’t know what he’s usually thinking, so I’m usually very busy communicating with him.”

"I agree with the investigation." Lin Yuliang put the helmet into Li Shungui's hand, bent down and looked at Zhao Haisheng's eyes: "However, one person's voice can be called an opinion. The voice of a group of people gathered together is just nothing.

It's just meaningful noise. Don't do impulsive things because of noise. And... don't let yourself become what you hated most..."