Back in the dormitory, Wu Jaerong locked the door with a key from the inside.

Because he had never been drunk, he didn't know what his state was like when he was drunk.

It wouldn't be good if you got drunk and ran out on the street. So to make some guarantees, Wu Zairong put the key in a place that was not easy to reach.

He's going to do an experiment.

The first thing is to wash up, and when you drink alcohol, you probably don't want to move.

And then it's time to get down to business. Putting the cup away and opening the cap, Wu Jaerong began to drink, cup after glass, without stopping.

Suppressing the burning feeling in his stomach, Wu Zairong swallowed the last glass of wine and stood up.

I'm not drunk, and it seems that my alcohol consumption is not bad.

It's time to go to bed.

Eh, I obviously want to go in a straight line, why did I go crookedly?

No, how did the world start spinning?

With a weak foot, Wu Zairong fell on the sofa and fell asleep completely.

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What the hell is going on?

From yesterday to today, Song Sung-ho has barely closed his eyes.

Because of worry.

Wu Zairong didn't tell me about running around, how could the mobile phone keep turning off?

He had never done anything out of the ordinary before.

Something can't be wrong.

"Did Wu Zairong come to the company today?" Song Chenghao asked the front desk.

"I came early, but it was a little unusual, and I carried two bags of things." The front desk replied.

Song Chenghao breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you know where he should be now? Is it in the recording studio? ”

"It should be. Kobayashi saw him in the studio just now. ”

"Thanks."

Song Chenghao walked quickly to the recording studio, and he was ready to scold Wu Zairong.

Pushing open the door violently, Song Chenghao was stunned by the scene in the room.

"Brother Cheng Hao, are you here, do you want to come a little?" Holding chopsticks and snoring and eating ramen, Wu Jaeyoung asked Song Chenghao.

"Oh, no, you can eat it yourself." Song Chenghao waved his hand and refused.

No, I obviously came to hold Wu Zairong responsible, so why was he polite to him.

And you, brother assistant, why did you start helping the abuse, eating ramen together around the pot.

Also, what are you cooking ramen with?

Looking under the pot, Song Chenghao found an induction cooker. Following the wires of the induction cooker, he found another socket with a strange shape.

Your keyboard is crying, okay?

My heart is bleeding too, okay?

Obviously, it was specially spent a lot of money to pull the thread, but now it has been unplugged to make ramen on the street induction cooker!

"Oh Jae-young !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The roar of rage nearly shattered the glass.

The assistant brother who was originally relishing had to hold the pot that was trembling because of the sound wave with his hands.

You can't spill such delicious ramen.

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Coughed lightly and touched his throat.

It's so bad, it's just bad.

Trying to say two words, Wu Jaerong even felt a little pain in his throat.

The voice is even more hoarse, not the kind of sexy hoarseness that is deliberately made, but the hoarseness that completely overdraws the energy.

The hangover, coupled with the instant noodles just now, this should be the worst sound state in my life.

But Wu Jae-young was satisfied.

Very satisfied, satisfied couldn't be more satisfied.

That's what it feels like, and that's what 'like getting shot' is missing.

The main character, who has just fallen out of love, keeps drinking, is constantly decadent, sings this song in an almost scrapped voice.

He has not experienced such emotions, but feelings can be reached through hypnosis, which he is a professional at.

And sound can't.

Hangover, plus spicy.

His vocal cords had never experienced such stimulation, and he didn't know how it was shaking in his throat.

That's why he experimented.

Next, just remember the feeling, remember the feeling of the vocal cords, remember the passage of the breath.

This is what he thought of when he heard Zheng Xiuyan's hoarse voice on the phone yesterday.

Looking out of the glass expectantly looking at his assistant brother and Brother Cheng Hao, who had just extinguished the fire, Wu Zairong gave a thumbs up and signaled to start.

"It's like getting shot

listless

Only smiles

So laughed

Just laughed like that

That's it."

There was no stumbling like yesterday, and Wu Zairong quickly entered the emotion.

"My heart is so broken

It's really like getting shot

It really hurts in my chest

It hurts so much

It hurts so much

Still alive

It's incredible

How else can I make you forget

I don't know, I don't know

The chest was penetrated with a thump

It can't be blocked anymore

It's just a death-like pain."

Like a final sigh, Wu Jaeyoung exhaled softly.

What is Singing Gong? Here it is.

"It's like getting shot."

did not walk out of the studio, Wu Jaerong was still immersed in the emotions of the whole song.

It's a success, Wu Zairong knows.

He conquered the song.

PS (Baek Ji-young's voice, Erzhong agrees with that sentence, there is magic.) ）

PS (I'm tired, all kinds of troubles today, 5555555555.) The second will be a little later. ）