Kim Jong-ming realized something was wrong early in the morning. There were too many people coming last night, so he could only squeeze into a large bunk in a house with a group of staff. Obviously, out of the idea of ​​taking care of him, one of the only two fans was simply placed above his head.

And with such a kind-hearted move, Jin Zhongming almost finished playing.

Nasal congestion, headache, cold limbs, edema, and slight fever symptoms. This is not the case. The most painful thing is that his head will tingle whenever he blinks his eyes. However, out of human instinct, Kim Jong-ming always keeps turning his eyes. He hopes to relieve other uncomfortable feelings from this pain...such as more troublesome and annoying headaches and nasal congestion.

In short, in one sentence, Kim Jong-ming blew the fan... I felt the wind and cold occasionally. Yes, the four light words "I felt the wind and cold occasionally are too standard. Even Kim Jong-ming would probably forget about this immediately after he had passed this disease, but if you were not the person involved and were in the same state at that time, you probably would never feel that kind of pain!

"Do you catch a cold in the wind and cold?" Krystal squatted in Jin Zhongming's nanny's car and observed his brother carefully, then asked Jia Chao and Su Xiaoya next to him over and over again.

"Hey, it's really just a cold with a cold." Su Xiaoya explained helplessly again. "It doesn't matter. He has just taken antibiotics and cold powders now, and he's a little sleepy. He's going home and then go to bed."

"I'm not saying he's sleepy, I'm saying... ears." Krystal reached out and touched Jin Zhongming's ears because of the edema. "It feels so terrible."

Su Xiaoya: "...that's just edema, not mutation."

"Wood is so pitiful." Krystal shook his head. "If this happens, can't I take the grasshopper home? Will it affect his rest?"

"...is it... right?" Su Xiaoya took several seconds to keep up with the jump in Krystal's words.

Because of the sleepy ingredients in the cold medicine, Kim Jong-ming was already drowsy, so he naturally couldn't hear these words. In fact, it was already noon when he opened his eyes again.

To be honest, the saying that it is still very reasonable to feel wind and cold. At least, although Kim Jong-ming is still very uncomfortable, his actions are not in a way. You see, his limbs are sore, but his path is normal. His eyes still feel sore when they turn around, but his thinking is normal. He even noticed the air conditioner above his head at a glance. Not only did the wind direction change, but he was also adjusted to 27 degrees. It seems that Ermao is also considerate.

However, this idea was immediately dispelled after he pushed open the door. It was not Ermao or Ermao's mother who took care of him here, but Chu Long.

"Where is Ermao?" Kim Jong-ming had nothing strange, he was just surprised by the disappearance of Krystal.

"Ermao has gone to our dormitory. She is afraid that her cucumbers will disturb you... Is this good?" Chu Long quickly put down the book in his hand and greeted him.

"It's good that I can't be called." Kim Jong-ming shook his head and sat on the sofa. "It's just that it's not a serious problem."

"Oh." Chu Long breathed a sigh of relief. "I heard that I wasn't too nervous when I first heard about the cold, but I still felt a little strange after seeing Oppa's ears."

"It's just edema." Jin Zhongming explained helplessly, and he also touched his earlobes, which were still hard and swollen. "What book are you reading?"

"It's just a beauty book." Chu Long replied with a blushing face. "It's on the balcony..."

"Either big hair or Sika." Kim Jong-ming nodded, not saying anything.

"Do you want something to eat?" Chu Long thought for a moment. "I didn't know when you would get back home before, so I didn't dare to do it."

"There is no need to work hard on purpose." Jin Zhongming thought for a moment. "Let's go out and eat, how about it?"

“…Is there any special reason?”

"I was drowsy early this morning, and then I fell asleep. I didn't have time to say goodbye to the villagers in Yuzhili. It's okay if I leave, I always feel a little rude to the elders who have always taken good care of me." Kim Jong-ming explained. "Let's go out to eat, and after eating, go to Yuzhili directly. Do you want to come together?"

"That's fine, I've always wanted to go to the idol village to see it." Chu Long nodded, as if he was quite looking forward to this appearance.

The conversation between the two seemed calm and homely, as if they were back a few years ago, everything seemed natural. Kim Jong-ming seemed to be the artist who was rushing forward with his teeth gritting his teeth, and Chu Long seemed to be the sensible little girl who had been living in this house, and she had not changed at all.

The scene of eating downstairs did not cause any special troubles. Kim Jong-ming lived here for n years. Even if he became an uncle, those aunts would have been accustomed to him. Chu Long was the same. Most people knew her well. Many people still remember this sensible girl who often went in and out with Krystal and Zheng’s mother. There were even people who had gossiped before that could vaguely remember this. This is the daughter of Kim Jong-ming Aikido. She was a little girl who was brought here to be a trainee at a very young age... Perhaps a relative of the Zheng family?

Jin Zhongming didn't call Jia Chao to come. In fact, after eating some hot food in the shop downstairs, he felt that the tingling sensation around his eyes had been relieved a lot, and the swelling symptoms of his hands and feet had also been reduced a lot. Even the last strange thing during the operation had disappeared, so he decided to drive there by himself.

After a few hours of driving, I won’t feel bored if I have a beautiful little girl talking to you along the way. It’s just that the upper part of my temple is beating from time to time, and it makes me feel bored.

After arriving at the scene, Kim Jong-ming felt that it was surprising that many people from KBS Channel 2 were still there. They helped clean up yesterday's garbage, sorted out the residues left by the bonfire, helped clean the cowshed and toilets, and even helped pack up the beans that had been dry on the roadside for a day. Among them, the latter is particularly commendable. Logically speaking, the ten acres of beans have been bought by the TV station, and no matter how little they don't ask, it's okay. However, the program team not only returned the collected beans to the farmland owner, but now they can show such excellent qualities for their interests in the face of the gloomy weather. Of course, it is understandable that such a small program has not had much fluctuation even during the World Cup, and it is all about these things.

So, Jin Zhongming didn't say anything nonsense. He took Chu Long to help the people in the program team cover the piled up bean pods and beans... But, as if all the scripts were written, just as the plastic sheet was covered, the raindrops as big as beans hit in the thunder.

So, the crowd fled back to the now empty porch of the idol village.

"Ah!" Jin Zhongming wiped his face helplessly, and then gave Chu Long the coat. No matter how many girls wear it, there are much fewer men wearing it, and with the rain... In short, there are so many people, Chu Long did not refuse. After putting on his clothes, the little girl looked at the idol village she had watched on TV many times.

In fact, the overall atmosphere under the eaves can be roughly called harmonious and loose. Most men are doing similar tasks. They take off their coats to their female colleagues, and then turn their heads but swear at the ghost weather. The ladies wore clothes and laughed at the nervousness they had just passed...

At this moment, a man with a bag, glasses, and even a dry body slowly squeezed to Kim Jong-ming, and then smiled and spoke: "I heard that Mr. Kim Jong-ming is not sick, so he was sent back early in the morning. Why are he back now?"

"Huh?" Kim Jong-ming looked at the other party and found it a little unfamiliar, but the temperament of the media industry in this guy was clearly visible. Perhaps he was a person specially sent by the TV station to finish the exam. In short, except for the extremely clean clothes that made people feel uncomfortable, it was fine. "It was because he was sent away in the morning because he was sick and drowsy. He didn't have time to say hello to the elders in the village, so he woke up and came straight..."

"This is really... Sure enough, your ears are still bloodshot." The man in glasses looked at Jin Zhongming and nodded in admiration. "This... whether it is moral standards or professional attitude, it really makes people speechless."

Kim Jong-ming felt a little strange now. Even if the people in the KBS Variety Show Club did not know him, they should not speak in this way. This feeling is a bit like a reporter.

"Zhong Ming." A program team responsible pd next to him looked up at the sky. "Don't be deceived by him. This guy is a gossip entertainment reporter. I heard that our program is over and we are here to find fault."

I really guessed it!

"Don't say it's so ugly." The man smiled awkwardly. "It's also mutual supervision..."

"Where do we have mutual supervision?" The pd looked disdainful. "After coming, we went to look for the garbage first. After we found that we went to the villagers to ask Xiaoqing how to deal with it. Then we also asked the villagers around the bush if we had left any inconvenience and couldn't speak. This happened to meet you because we were hiding from the rain. If your ears were not swollen, we might have written what we said when we went back."

"I have an impression of him." Another female writer who recovered from the storm also thought of something. "I was a little familiar with the name of the magazine before. Now, I think about it. This magazine is specialized in selecting companies and artists for the aftermath of the aftermath. They are indispensable as soon as the concerts and variety shows ended... After "Infinite Challenge Song Festival", it was revealed that the venue garbage was not cleaned up well, but it was later proved that the photos were fake. Isn't it this magazine?"

This person is even more embarrassed.

"What's the name of that magazine? I think about it carefully, it seems to be... Hanjiang..." The writer frowned and recalled.

"No need." Kim Jong-ming waved his hand calmly. "It's not good if you know."

"Why did Mr. Jin Zhongming say that?" The man with glasses was puzzled.

"Youth Invincible is my first program to lead the mc. I have invested a lot of energy and feelings. Facing reporters like you who are looking for trouble at the beginning, I am still very impulsive. To be honest, if you really annoy me and your temper is getting up, I guess I will greet your president and even the major shareholders behind you as soon as I go back to Seoul... Then you will lose your job." Kim Jong-ming explained. "But, people, there is no reason to get rid of a person's job because of something that others have not done yet. Besides, haven't you found any stains on the program team yet?"

Men with glasses: "..."

"Is there anything to say?" Jin Zhongming asked.

"Mr. Kim Jong-ming is very honest." The man in glasses replied awkwardly. "Actually... from the perspective of the aftermath of the show, I really didn't find any black spots. You are indeed doing well."

"What then?" Kim Jong-ming sneered. "But found it from someone? Someone threatened you to smash your job?"

"That's not the case." The man in glasses continued to explain awkwardly. "I can still understand Mr. Kim Jong-ming's kindness... I understand this principle."

"Since you are so grateful, let's be honest." Jin Zhongming looked up at the sky that was still in the lightning and thunder. "If you really don't scare you like this, how can you go back and prepare to be evil?"

The man in glasses pointed to Chu Long standing beside him.

Chu Long didn't react for a while, but Kim Jong-ming was stunned for a moment. He looked down at his trouser legs that were wet by the rain... and then suddenly looked at the female writer before: "What did Sister Huimin want to say just now? What's their magazine name?"

"Hanjiang Sports Weekly."

"Mr. Kim Jong-ming." The man with glasses turned pale.

"It doesn't matter." Kim Jong-ming comforted the other party. "Actually, asking this question now is different from the moment. I just learned about the name of this sports weekly, I'm afraid I can't help but smash your job, but now I don't know it."

"What's going on?"

"Look." Kim Jong-ming held the other person's shoulder expressionlessly. "This is the situation now. I either turned your magazine off or ignored me. I won't care about you anyway... Do you understand?"

Thunder rolled above my head, and silent under the eaves of the corridor.

"Like... Zheng Xiuyan, Miss Zheng Xiujing?" The man in glasses glanced at Chu Long with difficulty.

As his status rose, Kim Jong-ming's protection was always done to protect the two at home. Generally speaking, he ignored his own gossip news, and of course, this was gradually decreasing. As for which magazine took photos of Sika and which man idol, he could not speak, and he would not interrupt Krystal and classmates' dinners, because that was the fact, and in his opinion it was a normal social activity.

However, if you have to "decrypt" and "analyze" something in the back, then don't blame Kim Jong-ming for being rude. It's so easy to follow the clues on this acre of three-point land in South Korea, and he did it very interesting. One reminder, second warning, and three times it broke up your newsstand.

When two fourth-rate tabloids found out that their largest shareholder had become Kim Jong-ming early in the morning, it felt quite good, especially after the newspapers were not well managed and went bankrupt. This method cooperated with his full disclosure of his value, and it was nothing to say. Everyone reported that the Zheng sisters have always been arguing about things and never gossiped about things, and fully demonstrated the four words of news morality.

Therefore, the man with glasses could not help but think of those two people.

"There is a camera in the bag, then... is there a recorder hidden in your arms?" Jin Zhongming continued to ask.

The man in glasses took out a recorder under the bad gaze of the KBS staff around him and took the initiative to hand it to Jin Zhongming.

"I don't understand." Kim Jong-ming was a little surprised. "How good the news trend in South Korea was before? Why have it been getting worse and worse over the years? Why do you have to gossip?"

"This... First of all, Korean waves are getting more and more popular, and secondly, there are also people on the top... "

"Do you think I'm really asking you this?" Jin Zhongming suddenly turned his back.

The man in glasses was silent immediately.

The lightning and thunder in the sky finally calmed down for a while. Kim Jong-ming thought for a moment, then hugged the other party and came to Chu Long: "I'll give you a formal introduction. The oldest trainee in our company is always worried that he is a little older... Miss Park Chu Long."

Chu Long couldn't help but lower his head and smiled.

"Then...when will Miss Park debut?" The man in glasses was pressed by Kim Jong-ming but had to forcefully smile and interview him.

"Miss Park..." Kim Jong-ming chuckled.

"Although it's not sure, the general date should be around the middle of next year." Chu Long replied with a smile, and even bowed. "I'll ask you to take care of me at that time."

The man with glasses has no choice.

"Say one more thing." Kim Jong-ming glanced at Churong. "Churong is the daughter of my Aikido teacher, and I brought her from Kiyowon-gun to Seoul. It was the kind of smuggling relationships. So, if there were no accidents, our company would give her some extra work... It's a bit like the 2pm Yuze-yeon."

The man with glasses looked suddenly. In Korea, family-based enterprises are the dominant ones. In terms of personnel, people use fellow townsmen, alumni, church members, etc., which are really open and upright. In the casting of the movie, the director can publicly say that I chose someone because I was a fellow villager in the same city as him... This is simply unimaginable in China, but it is natural in Korea. Therefore, the previous JK letter game of Kim Jong-ming's branch was just a cause of gossip and there was no in-depth discussion. By the same token, Kim Jong-ming told himself that this little girl had a personal relationship with him, and there was a relationship between the two parties outside the artist and the boss, so he... actually had no choice.

Of course, it is also possible to spread rumors. Men's news is very popular, women are young and beautiful, and they irresponsibly create gossip news. Readers like to read it, and sales are guaranteed... The premise is that Kim Jong-ming did not specifically warn herself.

"So..." Kim Jong-ming continued to look as usual. "In the future, when you see me with her, you can certainly use your imagination and rumor-mongering ability without authorization. I don't care, but please put those things in your mind and don't send them out, because that will cause inconvenience effects... Do you understand what I mean?"

The man in glasses nodded again.

"That's good." Jin Zhongming finally let go of his hand.

As soon as he loosened his hand, the gossip entertainment reporter flew away as if he was slowing down the rain. He ran faster than the Hong Kong reporter.

The thunderstorms in summer always come and go suddenly. Shortly after this man ran out, the rain gradually slowed down, and there were only a trace of drizzle lines left in the sky. Seeing this, Jin Zhongming stopped hesitating. He greeted the KBS staff around him, and then took Chu Long directly to the nearest inner-den's house.

"Oppa, clothes." Chu Long seemed to have not been affected by the incident just now, and he actually thought of this.
To be continued...