Jin Zhongming woke up groggily at six o'clock in the evening, and the location was in his bedroom on the other side of Apguting. Rubbing his head, he got up and pushed open the bedroom door, and then he was horrified to find that only Krystal and Chu Long were sitting in the living room.

"Why the two of you?" asked Kim in an unbelievable tone.

"My dad and Young-hee's dad were also drunk. Krystal replied calmly with a cup of milk tea. "The two of them also have a social meeting today, so at the beginning, the two mothers were here to take care of you, and Sister Chu Long and I were at home. But later, after the substitute driver sent the two fathers back, they went back, and the two of us came over. ”

Jin Zhongming rubbed his temples with a headache, and he felt that his head began to hurt again: "How are the emotions of those two?"

"What do you say?" asked Krystal retortingly. "Before leaving, I asked Zhenshu's mother what if you vomited, will you drown in your own vomit, at that time Sister Chu Long said she could help, but Zhenshu's mother impatiently told us that you have vomited dozens of times in the afternoon, and you can't vomit if you want to, if you can drown, then drown. So what do you think the two of them can do?"

"Give them a call!" Jin Zhongming sighed helplessly. "Don't say I'm awake, just say I'm still asleep, and ask them about their condition. ”

"Oh!" Krystal immediately pulled out her phone, but she immediately put it down again. "What's in it for you?"

"You two haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Jin Zhongming thought for a moment, and then promised to the two in front of him. "Dinner is called takeout, and there is no upper limit for casual ordering. ”

"Oh!" Krystal said again, but this time visibly more excited.

Two minutes later, after figuring out that the situation over there had stabilized, Jin Zhongming took a bath and brewed a cup of strong Shaanxi tea. Then he didn't care about the two little girls chatting in the living room, and went back to the bedroom with the teacup. After that, Jin Zhongming sat at the computer desk at the head of his bed, turned on the computer and browsed the information, and took out his mobile phone to greet those people at noon one by one.

Fortunately, these people are fine, but many of them are called by their family members, and it seems that many of them have not woken up yet. In addition to lamenting the large number of participants in this grand wedding, the Internet sighed. and took the opportunity to praise Liu Zaishi's connections, most of them are photos of various celebrities going to the scene. Of course, there are a lot of topics about Kim Jong-ming himself, but most of them focus on Sika who went with him and his clear-cut remarks, and many people have expressed their expectations for tomorrow's MENT TV program. However, since this topic has appeared, it is natural that anti fans, fairy queens, and goblins will not be able to rebound. But because Jin Zhongming's timing was really good, this group of people has been in a state of weakness for a month. Second, ordinary netizens are also a little impatient with these fairy queens and goblins who have been making trouble for a month, and they have lost patience and interest in those anti and uninnovative shouting. And this is precisely the best time for the so-called defensive counterattack!

When the time came to half past seven, Jin Zhongming ended his evening tea time, and followed Chu Long, who came in and asked him to eat, out to enjoy a good pizza. Well, I don't know if Yoo Jae-seok's wedding went very smoothly, or because I just learned that "I Love You" successfully maintained the expected point of 150,000 moviegoers at the box office today, or because things have taken a turn for the better in Sika. It may even be simply because the pizza really tastes good, anyway. Kim Jong Ming feels that life is wonderful!

However, just as Kim Jong Ming was about to grab the second piece of shrimp pizza before Krystal, a phone call suddenly made him feel inexplicable.

"Krystal, Los Angeles time is 15 hours behind us, right?" Kim Jong-ming didn't answer the phone, and let Krystal snatch the shrimp pizza and split it in two, but he asked a clueless question.

Chu Long was still chewing pizza in his mouth. So she tried to point to Jin Zhongming's mobile phone and motioned for him to answer the phone, but Jin Zhongming still stared at Krystal and waited for the girl to give him an answer.

"Fifteen hours, of course!" Krystal could tell that his brother wouldn't answer the call if he didn't answer. So she tried to swallow it and then muttered dissatisfiedly. "You know better than I do, have you lived in Seoul and there for 10 years? Why do you ask me?"

"It's almost three o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles!" Kim Jong Ming said to himself helplessly, then stood up, wiped his hands, and went to the balcony to answer the phone. "Youbo Xiyou, Xuanmei, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night, what's wrong?"

“Oppa。 Xuanmei's voice appeared on the phone with a crying tone. "I wanted to go home, but the president said I would have to leave the team if I went back. ”

Jin Zhongming stood on the balcony and did not speak for a long time.

Xuanmei began to cry about what happened to her these days, it turned out that since the English version of "Nobody" was over, JYP immediately tried new English works, but it was obvious that European and American fans didn't buy it at all. In fact, fans in Europe and the United States and fans in South Korea are not the same thing at all, even if the word fans is imported from English, idol is also imported from English. Once Korean fans like a certain idol, they will unconditionally like everything else, and even think that the nostrils of this idol are actually heart-shaped! But European and American fans don't have such a thing, they go to ask for an autograph, and you give it that is hello, hello, hello, hello, everyone. If you don't give it, I'll immediately turn my face and leave, and even if you're not a superstar or something, I don't bother to scold you! And in all fairness, what American fans does wondergirls have, are they music fans? They like a song, or simply appreciate this popular music of the eighties and nineties, that is, Park Jin-young, who has few brains, and after seeing the song become popular in Europe and the United States, he felt that the group he created was going to make history, and then he went away. Now it's a good thing, Park Jin-young has tried to write two songs, and maybe it will be good if it is placed in South Korea. But the problem is that European and American music fans really don't buy it, not to mention the billboard goes further, this time I didn't even touch the shadow of the billboard!

"Since the new song failed, our situation has gotten worse and worse. Xuanmei finally stopped crying, but the sobs that came from time to time still meant that this girl, who usually didn't know what to cry about, was really sad this time. "That group of Americans just watched people eat, and as soon as they saw that our new song had failed, all the treatment disappeared. You're not welcome to us on the spot. ”

"Who are those Americans?" asked Jin Zhongming, rubbing his eyebrows helplessly. "Competitor or partner? Or do you mean your commercial promoter in the United States?"

"It's all!" said Xuanmei crying again. "The black singers who had a commercial clash with us would curse at the time, and their fans would openly attack our few fans, and they could say anything! We're the most aggressive commercial promoters in the U.S., and their security and care are gone all of a sudden, and tonight, no, last night we had a couple of blacks at an event where we kept shouting that kind of unspeakable slogan to us, and as a result, their people didn't bother to move. In the end, those people rushed to the stage and tore up our propaganda signs before leaving."

"Or" Jin Zhongming paused, because he felt that he was a little hypocritical. "Come back, a few little girls are in a foreign country, why bother there?"

"That's what I told Xianyi. Xuanmei's voice was visibly lowered. "But Xianyi said that he still had to listen to the teacher. ”

"Then you talked to Park Jin-young's brainless brain. I don't know what's going on, after guessing Park Jinying's brainless attitude, Kim Jong-ming suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, at least the guilt was much less. "But he was adamantly against it, and you continued to insist on your attitude towards him, and he simply told you to stay in Los Angeles or quit?"

"Hmm!" Xuanmei's voice deepened. "I didn't know what to do. I never thought about quitting, but I really couldn't stand it. I miss home, my two younger brothers, my mother, and even my stepfather, who I have always resisted, but I never thought of quitting the team. I don't know who to talk to, but I used to tell my teacher about things like this. Tell Xianyi, tell your mother. But now it's useless to talk to the teacher and Xianyi, and I don't want my mother to worry, so I called you. I'm really sorry."

"You don't need to apologize!" Whether it is out of morality or selfishness, Kim Jong-ming has no need to hide his attitude. "You're right. It's right to come back and get it. Xuanmei, I have lived in Los Angeles for more than ten years, and I know very well that in that country, their kind of racial discrimination is in their bones, and you really don't need to spend it there. ”

"Thank you!" Xuanmei's voice was as low as a mosquito this time. "But oppa, what can I do? Can you teach me? or help me. ”

"Park Jin-young in Seoul or in the United States?" Kim Jong-myung thought for a while and decided to do his moral. "I'm going to talk to him. ”

"Thank you oppa, his company in Seoul, recently 2am and 2pm are planning his debut, he went back to prepare the album, probably because we were busy when we called, so he had a bit of an attitude, and the senior told him that he should be"

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him tomorrow!" Kim Jong-ming nodded and agreed, he didn't understand Seon-mi's trust in Park Jin-young, after all, it was a mentor-like relationship for many years, even if the other party said such a thing this time, she would ignore the other party's position in her heart.

Putting down the phone, Jin Zhongming turned around and came to the living room, directly took a piece of pizza handed over by Chu Long and swallowed it in one gulp, and his good mood was gone at the moment.

"Oppa, who are you going to talk to tomorrow?, why are you in such a bad mood all of a sudden?" Chu Long asked with some confusion.

"A brain-dead with no cure, you don't care. Jin Zhongming replied after taking a sip of his drink, and then, as if he remembered something, he took out his mobile phone again and dialed a number, and communicated with the person over there in English. "Roldy, is there a game tomorrow? I hope it doesn't bother you, there's something I'd like to ask you to talk about as the star pitcher for the Los Angeles Dodgers" (to be continued.) )