Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Yusui Cave, Rainbow Dormitory.

Jin Zaijing put down the phone and cursed angrily: "These arrogant guys really lost their original intention after becoming popular."

Jin Zhishu was learning to edit videos when she suddenly heard her captain swearing. She raised her head and asked, "Unnie, does Tumblbug still not support you in canceling the project?"

"They reported back, reported back, and finally invited Liu Chengcan, who had attended the press conference, but life and death required me to consider it comprehensively. Once the crowdfunding project is cancelled, I will not be able to launch new projects for at least two weeks."
"Onie, I remember that you canceled it before, why don't you ask Writer Han to find out more about the situation."

Hearing the name "Han Zidong", Jin Zaijing said coldly: "That guy has no credibility at all. I'll ask Minxiu later."

"Onie, you change your attitude too quickly. When you came back last night, you were full of praise for the Korean writer. You were like a fan. Why have you turned from a fan to a fan now?"

When someone fails to make an appointment, you have to understand it, and you will still feel unhappy whether you should feel unhappy or not.

Kim Jae Kyung didn't say a word, lying on the floor and sent a message to Kim Min Soo.

The two went back and forth and chatted for more than a dozen words. When she saw the latest message, she couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Why is this kid still sick?"

"Onie, who's sick?"

"Who else can it be? Han Zidong, he seems to have caught a cold. He didn't go to the studio all day today."

"It's so serious, Ernie, didn't you two meet yesterday?"

Jin Zaijing recalled her experience last night. In her opinion, Han Zidong was at most a little drunk at that time, and there was no sign of a cold at all.

When the two talked on the phone in the morning, Han Zidong's voice did have a little nasal sound, which means that the other party most likely caught a cold last night, causing cold symptoms.

"How come this person can't even manage his own body well? Besides, can he recover after just sleeping at home for an afternoon? When a person is sick, he has to see a doctor. What's the point of carrying it at home?"

Jin Zhishu raised her hand and asked crisply: "Unnie, how do you know that Writer Han did not go to the doctor?"

"Minxiu told me that Han Zidong told her that if you have a common cold, you just need to drink more hot water and get a good rest. If it's good, you can recover in a day or two, and if it's bad, you can recover within a week."

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"Sure enough, no matter how talented the Korean writer is, he is still a boy and cannot take care of himself at all."

Kim Ji-sook couldn't understand the idea of ​​carrying it on after getting sick. Although idols like them usually try their best to hold on when they are tortured by illness, they do it to cherish every trip.

Who wouldn’t want to treat themselves well if possible.

"If the cold continues, it is likely to develop into pneumonia and bronchitis." Kim Ji-sook said calmly.

"This guy doesn't care about his own body, why should we worry about him?"

"Onie, didn't you say that the Korean writer helped you with a wonderful plan last night? It's okay if you don't know. Now that you know, you should at least persuade him to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Can he listen to my advice? He just rejected my promise today!"

Jin Zhishu didn't reply. She just sat cross-legged, holding her chin with one hand, staring at Jin Zaijing quietly. Jin Zaijing looked at her and turned over, leaving her with a back view.

Jin Zaijing scrolled through the screen of his mobile phone unconsciously, but "pneumonia and bronchitis" kept echoing in his ears.

This guy looks very strong, he shouldn’t be so weak!

That's right, how can a strong young man of 21 or 22 years old have such a low immunity?

Seeing that there were only three lonely messages sent by her in the Kakao chat interface between her and Han Zidong, she returned to the main chat interface.

Then, she couldn't help but think about Han Zidong's working status. As a comic writer, Han Zidong spent almost all his day making comics and seldom exercised. What if he was really that weak?

After thinking over and over again, Jin Zaijing still sent a message of greetings to Han Zidong.

"Writer nim, are you okay?

I heard that you are sick. I know a clinic that treats colds well. Would you like to go and see it? The clinic is in Oksu-dong, very close to your residence.』

Han Zidong: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Jin Zaijing: "Writer nim, how about I buy you a cold medicine and send it to you."

Han Zidong: "Kim Jaehyunxi, you don't have to be so anxious. I will take the time to talk to you about your project."

Jin Zaijing: "How about today?"

Han Zidong: "It's too late today. It will be evening when you come here."

Jin Zaijing: "Nai? But my home is only more than ten minutes away from your residence!"

Han Zidong: "????"

Han Zidong, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, was stunned and couldn't help but think of the scene when he and Kim Zai Kyung met for the first time.

When visiting the work on Monday, Kim Ji-sook, who was on the same team, arrived at the studio early, but Kim Jae-kyung, the team leader, was more than half an hour late.

Co-author: When you were half an hour late, it was not because you lived far away, but because you got up too late?

In the spirit of calmness, calling Jin Zaijing over to trick him was considered as overtime, so he agreed to Jin Zaijing's proposal and agreed to meet in half an hour.

After checking the scores of "2048" for a while, he chatted with Zheng Huiyan about recruitment. Half an hour passed before he knew it, but he still didn't see the shadow of Kim Zai Kyung.

It’s time to crawl over. Does this eldest sister have a sense of time?

Could it be that I just made a typo?

Han Zidong checked the chat history and confirmed that the time they agreed on was indeed half an hour later.

He was lying on the sofa waiting for someone, and before he knew it, another ten minutes had passed, and his head was getting more and more drowsy. Finally, his eyelids started to twitch and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

……

Jin Zaijing greeted the landlady who was slowly walking into the building: "Hello, sorry for bothering you."

"Hey Yigu, why are you here so late? Zidong has been back for almost two hours."

The landlord opened the door and greeted him warmly. After seeing the ingredients in Jin Zaijing's hand, he couldn't help teasing: "I'm here to cook for Zidong again. That's right. If you like it, be more proactive."
Jin Zaijing felt that the misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper. If it continued like this, Han Zidong might hear it. She immediately denied it and said: "We are not in that kind of relationship."

"Okay, okay, if it's not, it's not." The landlord smiled kindly: "Hurry up and go upstairs."

"Mother-in-law, the relationship between us is really not that kind of relationship."

The landlord gave Jin Zaijing a meaningful look: "I understand, and I will keep it a secret for you."

Jin Zaijing has one head and two big heads. Why can't this misunderstanding be solved?

She shook her head and walked up the stairs slowly, and went straight to the door of Han Zidong's house. After calming down, she pressed the doorbell.

After waiting for more than ten seconds without hearing any response, she pressed the doorbell again, but still received no response.

After thinking about it, she called again, but still no one answered.

At this time, Jin Zhishu's words came to mind again in her ears: cold, pneumonia...

She looked at the password lock, hesitated again and again, and finally entered the password and slowly opened the door.

Please forgive me, I'm worried about you too.

While comforting himself, he walked along the entrance hall. After entering the living room, Jin Zhaijing saw Han Zidong lying on the sofa.

Seeing that Han Zidong seemed to be asleep, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

But when she walked into Han Zidong, she found that Han Zidong's face was abnormal and seemed to be very red.

Getting closer, she probed Han Zidong's forehead with her hand.

"Oh, mo? My forehead feels so hot!"

Jin Zaijing pushed Han Zidong: "Writer nim, writer... Han Zidong, are you awake?"

In his sleep, Han Zidong felt hot all over his body, and someone was shouting in his ear. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw a bright and pretty face.

Here we go again, is it daytime?

My mind slowed down for a few seconds, and finally I remembered the agreement I just made.

He sat up straight and looked at the very reasonable lady in front of him.

"Writer Nim, are you okay? You seem to have a fever." Kim Zaijing half-bent and asked with concern.

The Kim Zai Kyung in front of her is wearing a chiffon fake two-piece shirt on her upper body and a pair of black slim-fitting jeans on her lower body. From his angle, her long legs are long and straight, and her chest is bulging and swollen.

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Suddenly, as if someone had killed the embankment, a restless heat spurted out from his nose, and then he smelled the smell of rust.

What a sin!

I shouldn't have eaten that ginseng!