Park Hae-sung's memory should be above average. This was not only reflected in her ability to memorize lyrics and dance lessons, but also in her ability to remember almost everything that she didn't want to remember.

The unpleasant episode at the radio station would always appear in her mind from time to time, and she would think of many details when she had just been promoted to high school.

It hadn't been long enough, and the memories hadn't turned yellow. They were so fresh that she couldn't breathe.

Zhengzai?

She remembered those things, and she remembered them quite well.

At first, perhaps she didn't show it because she cared about her reputation, but it seemed that Park Hae-sung wasn't the only one who relaxed later. Zhengzai?

That was true.

She felt that people really couldn't think well. Once they thought well, bad things would happen.

Originally, she thought that the radio station schedule at night was one of the few jobs that could let her relax. Now that this matter had happened, she felt like she was back to the beginning when she and Zhengzai?

When they worked together, she mobilized all her strength and was on guard.

Fatigue was like a flood that was forcibly held back. After constantly accumulating, it found an opportunity to drown her.

Park Hae-sung finished listening to the team's song. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt dazzled. She couldn't hear anything in her ears, and her footsteps were light as she followed.

Pak Ya-yeon, who was walking in front of her, was divided into countless small diamond-shaped squares, and finally turned pure white.

She said that her vision turned black, and it turned out that it was also about individual differences. Look at her, she couldn't remember anything after her vision turned white.

When she woke up, she was lying on the hospital bed with an IV needle in the back of her hand. Her manager sat by her bed and played with his phone. When he saw that she had opened her eyes, he put away his phone and asked her how she felt.

"My eyes are a little blurry."

Park Hae-sung looked at his face and blinked hard a few times. "Okay, they're not blurry. Brother, you've really gained weight again."

When the manager heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He wanted to scold Park Hae-sung, but when he saw Park Hae-sung lying pitifully on the bed with a pale face, he couldn't say anything.

"You're a little anemic. Sleep for a while. I'll go buy you food."

"Where are the others?"

"They're at the company. I'll take you back after you're done with the IV."

The agent stood up, put on his coat, checked how much medicine was left in the infusion bag, and walked out.

Park Hae-sung rubbed her arm. It hurt a little. She must have knocked it when she fainted.

She felt that she was quite useless. Fainting so suddenly would probably scare the other four members of the team. Moreover, this morning, her manager had told them that the days of making use of every opportunity to perform were coming to an end.

Fortunately, she fainted after the performance. When she fell, she was already backstage, so only the staff saw that she fainted. Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing, and the organizers would find it troublesome.

After finishing the IV drip and eating the porridge that her manager had specially bought for her, Park Hae-sung sat in her usual spot in the nanny van and watched the entertainment news.

She saw Zhengzai? on the hot post on the homepage.

The face of this hot post professional, who was jokingly said to have bought a house in the entertainment section, was also a hot post killer today.

Rumor had it that the scriptwriter of a TV series had taken a liking to him and had contacted him in private recently, wanting him to play a character with good character designs.

Park Hae-sung casually praised Zhengzai?

She went back to the homepage and scrolled down a little. She saw her photo again.

The difference in treatment was really too horrible to look at.

Why did a bunch of people say that she was too thin and had anorexia, vomiting, liposuction, and throat scratching?

Not to mention that she was a lead singer, and throat scratching was irreversible. If she had the time and opportunity to have liposuction … she wouldn't dare to do it.

"Auba, how long will I have to stay at the radio station?" Park Hae-sung couldn't help but ask her manager, who was driving seriously in front.

When her manager heard this, he said, "What?

You don't want to do it anymore?

I thought you liked the job of a radio DJ. "

"I just suddenly thought of it."

"You should be doing it soon. Where's your partner?

It seems like you'll stop soon. Our company is also thinking of getting off together. "

"Here?

You don't want to do it anymore? "

"After all, the group is getting more and more popular now. There are so many overseas itineraries. It's not good for the radio station to keep taking leave."

"I'm so envious." Park Hae-sung said with her head against the car window.

The manager guessed that Park Hae-sung was envious of Zhengzai's popularity.

She comforted Park Hae-sung with a few words and told Park Hae-sung that the company was preparing for their return in the second half of the year.

Park Hae-sung went back to the dormitory and fell asleep without changing her clothes. Song Zhen, who came back later that night, dug her out of the bed and dragged Park Hae-sung, whose face was swollen from sleeping, to the living room to eat.

Tonight, the dormitory auntie made a sumptuous dinner for them. There were ribs to eat.

At first, the five of them didn't touch the other dishes and finished the big pot of ribs.

Park Hae-sung was a little tired halfway through the meal. She wanted to rest for a while before continuing. She sat down and watched Song Zhen, who was sitting opposite her, put the last piece of meat that she snatched from Han Chuxia's chopsticks into Pak Ya-yeon's bowl.

Currently, the skinniest person in the team besides Park Hae-sung was Pak Ya-yeon.

The other party's new drama was going to have its finale next week, but the average viewership was one of the bottom five broadcast stations in recent years.

Park Hae-sung picked up her chopsticks and gave the other piece of meat in her bowl to Pak Ya-yeon. Her piece of meat was specially chosen for her by Shangke, which was in line with her picky taste. It was pure meat.

"I can't eat anymore. Don't give it to me."

"I'll get indigestion if I eat too much now. Captain wants to destroy the food when the group members can't eat anymore."

"You're talking about the trash can." Pak Ya-yeon cut the meat in half and gave one half to Song Zhen.

Shangke complained as she stuffed rice into her mouth.

"Why does this scene look so pitiful?

Are we living in an abyss of suffering in the dormitory?

Do we have to spread the fire just to eat a piece of meat? "

Song Zhen couldn't be bothered to reply and stuffed the other half of the meat into her mouth.

"Sometimes, I feel like I've never enjoyed the love that a busy person deserves," Han Chuxia said with a frown as she hugged her bowl.

Pak Ya-yeon laughed when she heard that and said, "You've eaten half of this bowl of meat, and you're still saying that we don't love you?

Chuxia, if you continue like this, you'll only have ginger to eat next time. "

"Don't give her ginger. Just give her water," Song Zhen added.

Han Chuxia turned to look at Park Hae-sung, who was still resting. Park Hae-sung raised her hand to touch the back of her head and asked her to go to the fridge to get a can of coke for her.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Park Hae-sung returned to her room and prepared to lie down for a while before going to the radio station.

Unexpectedly, Pak Ya-yeon, who had been watching TV together with her in the living room, came in together. She pulled Park Hae-sung, who had taken off her shoes and was about to go to bed.

"What's wrong, our adorable little sister Ya-yeon?"

Park Hae-sung carelessly reached out and hugged Pak Ya-yeon's shoulder. Pak Ya-yeon skillfully opened Song Zhen's wardrobe and pulled out two cushions and placed them on the ground.

If someone else casually opened Song Zhen's wardrobe to take something out, they would probably be stared at by Song Zhen as if she was looking at trash.

However, Pak Ya-yeon was different. Song Zhen didn't have to implement all the harsh requirements that she had for others.

For example, no one was allowed to get on Song Zhen's bed, only Pak Ya-yeon could.

Song Zhen didn't eat the food that others gave her, but she could eat the food that Pak Ya-yeon gave her without any reaction.

"Are you okay?"

Pak Ya-yeon sat on the cushion first. She hugged her knees and looked at Park Hae-sung, who slowly sat down after her, and asked.

"I'm fine a long time ago. I'm alive and kicking after the IV drip in the afternoon."

Pak Ya-yeon touched Park Hae-sung's collarbone and said, "Augny, you've worked hard."

"You've worked harder than me."

These words were not wrong. Park Hae-sung only needed to participate in team activities, while Pak Ya-yeon had to film and shoot some scattered endorsements.

Park Hae-sung looked at her little sister in front of her and suddenly felt that she was really useless.

"Augny, if there's something on your mind, you can discuss it with me."

Pak Ya-yeon scratched the bulging part of the cushion. "I'm the captain, but I didn't fulfill my duties as a captain at all."

"What could be on my mind?" Park Hae-sung smiled embarrassedly. Well, it seemed that she really had a lot on her mind recently.

"I'm the captain, but not only did I not lead the team well, but I also kept acting spoiled to Augny and Shangke, Augny. Augny and the others also worked hard." Pak Ya-yeon sighed heavily. "If only I did a better job."

If only her acting skills were better during filming, and her performance on variety shows were better …

Park Hae-sung quietly looked at Pak Ya-yeon, who lowered her head, and said that she had already done a good job.

"Ya-yeon, aren't you in a bad mood recently?" Park Hae-sung rested her chin on her hand and said, "Did something happen?"

Not only because of the excessive team schedule, but also because of the poor ratings of the new drama, Park Hae-sung could guess that she might have encountered some kind of relationship problems.

She originally wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, she suddenly realized that her relationship with Pak Ya-yeon didn't seem to be deep enough for her to confess such a problem in front of her.

She and Shangke were good friends when they were trainees, and the two of them could be considered partners who had gone through difficult times together in the early stages of their debut.

Although she and Song Zhen always talked back and forth, it was precisely because of the process of resolving conflicts that their relationship was good. As for Han Chuxia …

Park Hae-sung felt that she really treated her like a biological sister or even a biological mother …

Thinking about it this way, she and Pak Ya-yeon really didn't have a lot of heart-to-heart conversations. She only treated Pak Ya-yeon as a well-behaved and easy to get along with younger sister on the same team.

"Augny, do you still remember the person who hosted the show with me?"

"Yes." Park Hae-sung nodded, thinking that her previous guess was indeed correct.

"I didn't date him because we were familiar with work. Later, a senior told me that he contacted many female artists in private, and that he was only kind to me and was just playing around.

He also told others that he felt that I was too good at pretending to be a good child and that it was boring. "

"A little sad, right? Like a fool. Just because the other party took care of me at work, I only cared about myself and had expectations for others?

Then I thought about how everyone else was working hard, but I only thought about these small things and couldn't lift my spirits … "

"This isn't a small matter. Relationship problems can crush you anytime and anywhere.

Don't look at me like that, I'm not talking about myself. "

Under Pak Ya-yeon's gaze, Park Hae-sung pursed her lips and said, "Okay, I'm a little affected, just a little."

"Sure enough." Pak Ya-yeon also switched to a cross-legged position, with an expression that said, "I didn't guess wrong."

Once the conversation started, the two of them naturally talked about their unsuccessful relationship experiences. As they spoke, they began to stray further and further away from the topic.

Park Hae-sung realized that her chattering sister in front of her was really good at talking, and the sadness from talking about scum disappeared. Instead, she listened with interest to Pak Ya-yeon talk about her childhood and Song Zhen's nonsense, and also learned about Song Zhen's dark history.

When her agent called to urge her to go downstairs, Pak Ya-yeon happened to mention that Song Zhen was once hated by the captain of their senior group as an anti-fan. The wronged and stubborn Song Zhen ran to Pak Ya-yeon's house and hugged Pak Ya-yeon, crying silently.

That dead-faced look silently crying.

Park Hae-sung held back her laughter as she answered her agent's call and said that she would go down immediately.

"Ah!

You actually talked about it for so long. "

"It's very interesting, at least I know how to deal with Song Zhen in the future."

Pak Ya-yeon wrinkled her nose and said, "If Zhener knew that I said it, she would definitely scold me."

"Of course not, after all, she likes you so much."

And, she only likes you.

"I like her too." Pak Ya-yeon's words made Park Hae-sung sigh.

Sure enough, happiness came from comparison. Thinking about it, there was someone else with more serious relationship problems around her.

Before Park Hae-sung left, she patted the shoulder of her roommate who was sitting on the sofa and yawning to encourage her.