[Korean Entertainment] Male god please flop

When Feng Jin managed to find the composition, Quan Zhilong just casually played a piece of music.

"So fast?" Feng Jin looked in surprise at the boy who had already stopped, but his expression was still unfinished.

"Aren't you listening?"

Quan Zhilong stared at Feng Jin speechlessly, stopped talking about this topic, stood up, stretched out his hand to take the score in Feng Jin's hand and asked: "Is this the adapted version?"

"kindness."

Feng Jin walked over and sat on the piano chair next to Quan Zhilong, put her round hands lightly on the keys, and said, "Look at it, I'll play it for you by the way, anyway, I remember it all."

"it is good."

Seeing Feng Jin's hand gesture, Quan Zhilong's eyes flashed an inexplicable light, he turned around and walked to a small sofa in Feng Jin's room, sat down, looked down at the notes on the score, and listened to the sound of the piano slowly ringing in his ears.

Feng Jin wasted a lot of energy for this song. After correcting mistakes with Min Yayi, she was quite satisfied with her work. She felt that she had worked so hard to make it and corrected so many mistakes, so she should be praised after all. right?But at this moment, Quan Zhilong is sitting there behind. Although Quan Zhilong is only a 13-year-old boy at this moment, she is still a little nervous. The feeling of a big exam.

But while being nervous, my heart was even more excited, and a feeling of not admitting defeat rushed to my heart, as if I wanted to defeat a certain opponent.But obviously he was not comparing anything with anyone.

When the last syllable fell, the young man's voice rang out with deep thought after pondering.

"Well, generally speaking, there is nothing wrong with it."

Quan Zhilong wondered, he stood up, walked to Feng Jin and sat down, while looking at the music score while playing with one hand, he told her where there were any mistakes, or where there were some good suggestions.

Feng Jin quickly picked up the pen next to her, and drew on the paper.

Both of them were concentrating on the matter at hand, they didn't care about their posture at all, and they didn't know how their heads were so close together, and the way they looked up at each other from time to time would cause misunderstandings for those who saw it.

It was at this time that the knock on the door sounded, and before Feng Jin could ask who it was, the door opened.

Standing at the door was a little boy with black hair and black eyes, expressionless face, his eyes very similar to Feng Jin had already told others his identity.

Looking at the intimate attitude of the two, Han Jing said with a blank expression, "I'm sorry to bother you."

When Feng Jin realized it, he closed the door.

Quan Zhilong looked at Feng Jin blankly, not knowing what Han Jing was talking about, when Feng Jin was about to explain, the door opened again.

Still Han Jing.

"Sister, I'm thirsty and I want to drink juice."

The little boy looked at the boy who was staring at his sister, and the hostility in his heart became even worse, so he just stood at the door without advancing or retreating.

Quan Zhilong listened to the little boy's words, and greeted him in awkward Chinese: "You Hao?"

This is the first time for Feng Jin to hear Quan Zhilong speak Chinese. The tone is a bit awkward, but she can still hear what it means, so a smile can't help but appear on the corner of her mouth, she stands up, walks over to hold Han Jing's hand : "I'll get it for you, can you take your brother downstairs and sit for a while?"

"kindness."

After hearing the younger brother's response, Feng Jin turned back to the boy who was standing by the piano, looking at Han Jing who seemed a little embarrassed, and said, "Senior and my younger brother go down first, I'll get him some juice."

"Ok."

Han Jing looked at Quan Zhilong, watched him from top to bottom with cold eyes, then turned and took the lead downstairs.

Although Juvenile Quan loves to joke, it doesn't mean that he would talk and laugh when he meets other people's children.He considers himself a mother's friend, but he is not very good at dealing with children of this age.And this kid's hostility is too obvious, no matter how stupid he is, he can still feel it.

He couldn't help being a little embarrassed, but the kid named Han Jing was obviously not that easy to coax, so he could only sit stiffly on the sofa in the hall, looking at the clothes of Feng Jin's house very carefully in a daze.

Han Jing completely ignored the mood of that 'strange man', walked to the phone with his lips pouted, and dialed a certain number.

"Brother, a man came to the house today, no, it's different from the previous one, he looks about the same height as my sister, but...um...well, I'll pay attention..."

He didn't know who he was calling, but Han Jing's expression was extremely serious, and he looked at Quan Zhilong's back vigilantly with his eyes. After listening to the other party whispering a lot of words in his ear, he hung up the phone.

Sitting obediently next to Quan Zhilong, but there is still no expression on his small face.

Although Quan Zhilong really wanted to talk to Han Jing, but his Chinese level was only at the stage of daily communication, and even if he spoke, the little boy just stared at him with incomprehensible eyes and said nothing. explain.

Quan Zhilong, who was making fun of himself, shook his head and could only sit up straight, waiting for Feng Jin to come back.

Han Fengjin held two cups of freshly squeezed orange juice, put one in front of Quan Zhilong, and stuffed the other into Han Jing's hand.

As soon as Han Jing saw his sister, his face immediately smiled as if it was about to bloom. Quan Zhilong, who had been paying attention, couldn't help but rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, senior, my younger brother always speaks Chinese when he's at home, and he's not used to Korean, so don't mind."

Feng Jin explained with a smile.

Han Jing who was sitting in her arms immediately stared at Quan Zhilong when he heard the words, as if to see if he really dared to blame his sister.

The corner of Quan Zhilong's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he said calmly: "It's okay, I don't care about children."

"Humph."

Han Jing snorted disdainfully and made a soft sound.Turning his head, he didn't want to look at the other party again, and concentrated on drinking the orange juice while holding it.

"Why are you back? I remember that you still have classes."

Feng Jin, who was hugging her younger brother, asked.

Han Jing immediately seemed to think of something, pursed his mouth in displeasure, and said, "School is too boring, so I found a reason to come back."

"You can't do this." Han Fengjin shook his head helplessly, "You can't just rely on your intelligence, the foundation is also very important."

"Cut—my sister often skips classes, why don't you say me. And my sister is graduating soon."

These conversations are all in Korean, so that Quan Zhilong will not feel uncomfortable sitting on the side.

Hearing Han Jing's words, Quan Zhilong remembered that Feng Jin was about to graduate and entered junior high school, so he reminded him: "You should go to the head of the trainee department."

"Why?" Feng Jin asked strangely, why did she go to find that minister, she looks so fierce and has such a bad temper, although she has always been obedient and obedient in front of that minister, leaving a good impression, but this is not the case. It means that she is willing to run to her from time to time to feel her presence.

"Aren't you graduating soon? I just remembered that you should talk to the minister and adjust the curriculum by the way, otherwise the company will delay you with random arrangements. And if I remember correctly, the grades of graduates are also It counts in the year-end assessment."

Feng Jin asked back in surprise: "What? This also counts?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Feng Jin nodded, "I'll go to the teacher tomorrow. By the way, are you staying for dinner today? The dishes cooked by my chef are delicious."

Quan Zhilong shook his head, stood up, looked at Feng Jin and said, "I've already made an appointment with Yongpei. By the way, Yongpei also likes to dance. I have time to introduce you to each other."

"ok~" Feng Jin put down Han Jing, took his hand and said, "By the way, is the song like that? Is it okay?"

"Well, but you still have to practice more, or you won't be proficient at all."

Quan Zhilong folded his arms around his chest.

Feng Jin nodded obediently, let go of Han Jing, and sent Quan Zhilong to the door.

Han Jing sat on the sofa, looked at Feng Jin who had sent her away, threw himself into her arms, and said coquettishly: "This brother is not as good-looking as that brother."

"You little brat, what looks good or not. Which one is this?" Feng Jin hugged his coquettish younger brother helplessly.

"It's the brother who takes you home every day." Han Jing revealed a pair of innocent eyes, looked at Feng Jin blinking, felt his sister's body stiffened more than a little in an instant, and continued, "That brother is really good-looking, The eyes are big, the person is tall, and she looks good!"

Feng Jin talked about him from left to right: "How do you know that brother?"

"Hmph, he sends you back every day, why can't I see it?"

"Huh?" A threatening tone.

Han Jing looked at his sister with eyes that were exactly the same as Feng Jin's, and explained: "I saw it when I took Fox for a walk every day, and I saw it several times, so I knew it."

Han Fengjin couldn't help feeling a little nervous when he heard the words, and asked, "You didn't tell your parents, did you?"

She never told her parents that the person who sent her home wasn't Brother Junxiu's.

"Nothing." Han Jing smiled, and then asked treacherously: "Does my sister like that beautiful brother~"

"No, I just think he's good-looking, just like you, little pervert."

Han Fengjin denied it categorically, but Han Jing saw her blushing, so he didn't expose her anymore, but his jealousy was even stronger.

Hmph, why do so many people always compete with him for his sister!

"Hey, miss, the young master is back already?"

Mrs. Li came back with a vegetable basket and asked in surprise when she saw the two children sitting on the sofa.

"Well, what will Auntie have for dinner tonight?"

Feng Jin looked at Mrs. Li and asked, she was a little hungry, so she picked up the juice that Han Jing hadn't finished drinking, filled her stomach, and cooled down by the way. Is the temperature of the air conditioner in the room too high?