In Seoul, the heavy rain that had been falling all night finally dissipated in the early morning, and the dripping rain fell down the roofs of the towers, leaving traces of puddles of heavy rain on the wet roofs, and the noisy pedestrians and vehicles on the streets had already made the owners of the towers frown.

It's still the familiar little room, and there is still the manuscript paper from last night's practice next to the small bed in the narrow room, and the dense handwriting on it has traces of revision in every small paragraph, and it is scattered on the floor.

The "familiar ceiling ......" woke up from the floor floor, and the peculiar low white roof of the narrow roof of the tower room met Zheng Yucheng's eyes, and the reflection on his sick cheeks looked extremely pale without a trace of blood. He had been coughing incessantly since the middle of the night, and he was finally able to rest, and then woke up with a splitting headache.

Holding on to his body, which was weaker than yesterday, Zheng Yucheng got up from the ground a little weakly, the water bottle prepared last night in his hand was already empty, and he rubbed his long hair irritably, feeling dry and uncomfortable in his throat, he rubbed his long hair irritably, and wanted to get a bottle of water to quench his thirst, so uncomfortable!

"......" opened his mouth and was about to say something, but there was no sound in the house tower, Zheng Yucheng, who realized that something was wrong, opened his mouth in a panic and hoped to make a little sound, but the words to his mouth were as quiet as the silence on the TV, and there was no sound echoing in the entire house tower except for his pale appearance.

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"Well, it's not a big problem, it's just throat inflammation caused by a cold, take some cold medicine and rest for a few days and you'll get better......" In the small clinic, a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat checked Zheng Yucheng's throat and diagnosed it with an indifferent face, "The weather has been cold recently, and if you are not careful, it will be easy to catch a cold, and you will only appear if you use your throat excessively." ”

"Whew~" Hearing the doctor's diagnosis, Zheng Yucheng first breathed a sigh of relief, and then gestured to the doctor with a little anxiety, pointed to his throat and asked about the recovery time, this afternoon is his performance time in KBS's "Funny Concert", if you can't recover before this, it will be troublesome.

"When will it be restored?" Watching the patient gesture to himself, the doctor guessed the problem he was most concerned about at this time with Zheng Yucheng's movements, and then muttered for a while in his nod, "It depends on the relationship between the individual's physique, generally the throat will recover if the cold is cured, but there are also cases where it takes two or three days to make a sound, so you can't make a judgment, and you should try to protect your throat during this time......

"There is no way, the most important thing is to recuperate when you are sick, and a cold is just a minor illness, and there is no big deal." didn't understand the reason why Zheng Yucheng was anxious, and the doctor could only persuade the other party to take care of his body.

Hearing that he couldn't recover his voice immediately, Jung Woo-sung bowed to the male doctor and left the clinic with some disappointment, although the doctor persuaded him to rest as much as possible, but Jung Woo-sung still had to take a car to KBS in Yeouido to explain the situation to the PD of the "Funny Concert", although he understood that the result was likely to be that he left the "Funny Concert" himself......

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Outside the main KBS building in Yeouido, the usual busy staff members come and go, and from time to time there are hurried location reporters who come out and get on the location car and leave, and the whole KBS is like a huge machine that is constantly spinning, busy and precise in its own work.

Walking to the program recording site on the first floor of KBS, the staff of "Funny Concert" has already begun to make arrangements for the afternoon recording work, and PD is directing the staff on the scene to carry the props and equipment of the program.

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Walking on the road in a chaotic manner, dragging his body weakly on the street, Zheng Yucheng suddenly felt full of confusion in his heart, what happened he had already explained to the production team of "Funny Concert", because of his relationship The program team had to rearrange the time for Gagman to perform on stage (although his performance time was already pitiful), and it was also not surprising that he lost this only itinerary.

As a gagman, but there is no only chance to appear on TV, what should I do next, what can I do, for the first time, for his dream of coming from Busan to Seoul to be a gagman, Jung Woo-sung had the idea of questioning, and this idea was like a seed that was deeply rooted in his mind as soon as it was born.

Who would have thought that just a simple cold would have such big consequences, the day before I was excited to appear in the first variety show in my life, but in a blink of an eye, it fell to the point where I even lost the itinerary of "Funny Concert", the ups and downs of life are unpredictable, and I can't react.

"Yes, I'll be there...... It's okay......" The intermittent sound of the phone, the pedestrians on the street hurriedly walked past Zheng Yucheng's side, and the strong smell of tobacco made him frown a little unconsciously, and then for some reason the smell of nicotine, but a sudden urge to smoke suddenly appeared in his heart, which inexplicably drove him to stop.

Syllable! A dark blue flame came out of the head of the disposable lighter, lighting up the dim space in the house tower, the smell of inferior tobacco spread in the narrow house tower, and the trembling fingers put the burning cigarette in his mouth and inhaled it gently, clumsily swallowing it, "cough, cough, cough~" into the body, the instant stimulation of nicotine made Zheng Yucheng cough a little uncomfortably, and shook the cigarette ash and sprinkled it on the floor.

I don't like to smoke, and when I was a child, I even hated to smell my father's cigarettes and complained, but one day I would start to want to smoke, looking at the coffee-colored tobacco burning between my fingers, the smell of nicotine permeated the whole room, and the thick white smoke surrounded Zheng Yucheng's pale cheeks, and he suddenly recalled his father's back when he smoked in the past, and the smoke wrapped his body in the house tower room and still burned out by the cigarette in his hand......

"Today, isn't the boss handsome guy coming?" Coming to the familiar stall on the street of Hongdae, but not seeing the familiar ponytail figure, Kim Hyo-yeon looked around with a little disappointment, not only Zheng Yucheng's stall, but even the yellow-haired man who was usually next to him was rarely seen.

"Didn't you say you wanted to learn dance?" Muttered a few times dissatisfied, she left the empty stall with reluctant steps, "The next time I see the boss handsome guy, I must talk about him well, how can I give up halfway......"

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