[Korean Entertainment] Male god please flop

On August 2000, 8, after ses, * launched another female singer, Quan Baoer, who is only 25 years old.

But this time only Quan Baoer made his debut, and Kim Junsu was not mentioned by the production staff at all, which made the trainees of the whole company discuss in surprise for several days.

But Han Fengjin didn't pay attention to the new seniors like others. After school, she was dragged by Quan Zhilong, the senior who had become familiar with her inexplicably, to have a particularly full lunch. There is not much free time of my own, and then I listen to him talking about things that I may go back to do next.

"Pfft——" the little girl covered her mouth, and hurriedly pulled out a napkin with one hand, wiping the soup that she almost spewed.

Quan Zhilong looked at her with disgust: "You don't have to do this..."

After finally cleaning up, Feng Jin glared at him angrily, and threw the used tissue into the trash can: "Who told you to say it while I was eating soup. Can't you wait until I finish eating?!"

It's because you haven't seen that such a delicious soup is wasted!

"Isn't it the same?" Quan Zhilong said indifferently, picked up the noodles with the hands holding the chopsticks, and started to eat them clattering.

Feng Jin was not in the mood to eat, his mind was full of what he said just now, and after thinking about some useless things in a mess, he still asked in doubt: "You really decided so?"

"Hmm." Nodding, Quan Zhilong bit off the noodles, chewed them in his mouth and swallowed them, then picked up the paper towel next to his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth and continued: "I have always liked rap and hip-hop, but s ?m doesn't specialize in this area, but dance music. After so many years, I can see through it. You reminded me of what you said last time. If you are unhappy dancing or singing, what am I doing? what?"

"Then when will you leave?" Feng Jin murmured while biting his chopsticks, staring at the boy opposite with his black eyes.

"Probably at the end of the year or the beginning of the year, you know, I have been writing songs myself, but I haven't actually made them or sung them, so I want to try, make them first, and then send them to YG to see."

"Yg?" Frowning, Feng Jin repeated.

Isn't yg the company he debuted in later?

Since then, Quan Zhilong has gradually transformed into a domineering g-dragon, right?

"Then I don't need to see you off, do I? Anyway, the company is not far away, and the practice time is already so tight, there is no time to meet up."

"Who wants you to give it to me?" Quan Zhilong rolled his eyes at Feng Jin, took a sip of the soup and continued, "You also said that we are close. When you want to meet, just go to the noodle shop in the alley. Then Does the owner of the noodle shop know you by now?"

"I've known you for a long time." Thinking of the owner of the noodle shop, Feng Jin couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, lowered his head and clasped his fingers, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Don't let you take me to the noodle shop again. The boss really thought we were in a relationship. I’m only 11 years old! I haven’t graduated from elementary school yet and I’m still in a relationship?! It’s ridiculous!”

"..." Quan Zhilong paused while holding the chopsticks, and looked at Han Fengjin with black lines on his face, "Are you making a mistake? Have you never been in a relationship? It shouldn't be, the first kiss is still there, right? "

Han Fengjin froze for a moment, looked at Quan Zhilong's teasing expression, blushed suddenly, and replied with a guilty conscience: "So what if I'm still here! It's normal if I'm still here! You're not gone anymore, are you?" ?”

"Hahaha! You are still there!" Quan Zhilong patted his leg funny, "Of course mine is long gone, Ai Yigu, I don't know which little girl took my first kiss~ "

"..."

Annoyed, Han Fengjin glared at Quan Zhilong, endured it but still didn't swear, lowered his head with a 'hum', and decided to ignore him before finishing the meal, and opened his mouth to eat vigorously.

"By the way, Han Fengjin, don't you want to learn to arrange music?" Quan Zhilong stretched out his leg, touched Feng Jin lightly under the table, and asked after watching her raise her head.

Feng Jin nodded and licked the soup from the corner of his mouth: "Yeah, so I decided to go to the bookstore to buy some books and read them during class."

"Tch, books in the bookstore. If you can find some useful ones, I'll share them with you. I have a few basic books there. Come home with me after dinner, and I'll bring them to you."

Quan Zhilong gave the order calmly. Although he was only 12 years old, only one year older than Han Fengjin, he still had a strong sense of being a senior.

"Give me your book?" Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you going to read it yourself?"

"What you need to read is the introductory book, not anything else. You don't need what I read now. Don't want to learn to run before you can walk." Gently tapped Han Fengjin's hand Quan Zhilong's mood inexplicably became joyful.

"I'm full." Feng Jin, who put down his chopsticks, picked up a tissue beside him and wiped his mouth, "Let's go, go to your house~"

Quan Zhilong's father went to work, and his mother seemed to be visiting somewhere. His sister might have gone to a classmate's house, but there was no one in the house anyway.

Following Quan Zhilong to his room, looking at the cabinet full of CDs and books, Han Fengjin could only open his mouth wide in surprise, and only wiped away the non-existent saliva and closed it under his reminder.

The young boy opened a drawer and took out all the books inside and put them on the floor. Han Fengjin knelt down beside him and watched him rummage through a pile of books.

"This, this, and this, you read first, I wrote notes on them, after you finish reading, you also have to write a reading note for me." Pick out three books that are as thick as an English-Chinese dictionary Handing the book to Han Fengjin, Quan Zhilong lowered his head and flipped through it again.

"If you feel that your comprehension ability is good, try to adapt some simple ballads, but I guess you should not be that early. Although you are really talented in singing, it doesn't mean that you can quickly absorb and comprehend music and lyrics. Use it for yourself. Oh, by the way, do you know any musical instruments?"

Quan Zhilong assigned tasks to Han Fengjin like a little teacher. Seeing the serious expression of the boy beside him, Feng Jin stopped joking and answered his question with concentration:

"I can play the piano, and I have learned a little bit of the guitar. I have just learned to distinguish the strings and tune, and I can only do the simplest ones."

"...Have you bought a guitar yet?"

"No."

"Is there a piano at home?" Quan Zhilong raised his head and asked, saying that he didn't seem to understand how much she knew about music scores, so he just gave her the simplest introductory book, is it appropriate?

"Well, my mother is a pianist. I have a Bechstein grand piano at home. I heard it is very expensive? I don't know, but my mother cherishes it very much. I have a Harold upright piano in my room, which is made of wood. I am very obedient and play it every day, and it is also very clean, I don’t know when I bought it, anyway, that piano has been there since I can remember.”

"Bechstein... Harald... It's a good thing you play every day, otherwise it would be a waste!" Quan Zhilong, who seemed to know the piano very well, looked at it with envy mixed with hatred Hibiscus.

Stimulated by this disdainful look, Feng Jin, who looked like a furry cat, widened his eyes sharply: "Do you have any opinions! Quan Zhilong Xi!"

"Ah! You guys don't know how to call me brother?!"

"Hum hum!"

"...Impolite girl! Have you taken the piano exam yet?"

"In the first half of the year, I passed the seventh grade. My mother doesn't seem to care much about the grade test. She just lets me play as I like."

"You've passed the seventh grade, you're only 11 years old... In this case, this book is useless, I'll give you another one." Quan Zhilong with a surprised expression took the topmost book from Han Fengjin's hand That book, I looked down and picked out a book that was two fingers thick and gave it to her, "Look at this, take some time to learn the guitar by the way, composing or something, sometimes the guitar is more convenient and easy to carry, no Like a piano."

"Oh." Nodding, Feng Jin stared at the three half-old books in his hand and stared blankly, wanting to cry in his heart: Teacher Quan, how can I finish reading so many books?The school is about to have a semester test, she hasn't read anything, and the company has arranged exercises during the break, almost her life is full, can she really only watch secretly during class? tat !And even the noon break will be taken away qaq! !

"Okay, that's all. Remember to hurry up and learn the guitar well. If your parents allow you, buy an acoustic guitar. It will be much easier for you to read these things."

"Yes—" Feng Jin answered with a voice, hugged the book and stood up, "Then I'll go to school first."

"Go, I won't see you off."

Quan Zhilong is a junior high school student, and she is now a primary school student. Although their campuses are on the same street, the curriculum arrangements are different.Like Feng Jin, there are two life lessons in the afternoon, but compared to Quan Zhilong, it is much easier, after all, it is an elementary school.

Compared with other trainees, she is considered lucky. Because of her wealthy family and her parents' status in society, although the practice courses arranged by the company are very full, they are at least much better than other trainees. Quan Zhilong, taking half of a semester's class is already considered very good.And she is different from Junxiu and the others. She lives at home during school, and does not share the dormitory with other trainees, although she will spend the night in Jung Soo-yeon's dormitory on Saturdays and Sundays, so that she doesn't have to waste her time in the next day. It's time for home to work.

Now that she has enjoyed so many benefits, she should cherish the time and opportunity to practice well.

Because her extra chance made her understand the value of life better, she would not waste time going to irrelevant places, but followed the original route with her enthusiasm.

Being an artist may not be the perfect job in her ideal, but accepting challenges is her favorite thing.She is very satisfied with such a busy life now, and she doesn't want to take the initiative to change anything. Let nature take its course, which is what she has always liked.