On September 1, 2004, the weather was fine, Kim Hyo-yeon was bored......

It seems that he is accustomed to the relatively busy campus life in China, and suddenly returns to a relatively relaxed Korean school, Hyo-yeon is a little at a loss.

Of course, that's only relative. At the beginning of the new semester, Xiaoyuan directly entered the second half of the third semester of junior high school, and with the pressure of the beginning of the year, Xiaoyuan also had a headache. Sitting in a slightly unfamiliar classroom, watching the classmates happily not knowing what they were talking about, Xiaoyuan always felt that he was out of place with them.

Forget it, don't think about it......

Pouting his rosy lips and tucking the pencil under the tip of his nose, Hyoyeon clasped his hands to his chest and pondered.

I'm actually thinking about a new book!

Hyo-yeon himself didn't know how he managed to finish the last book when he was in China, with such a heavy academic load and Natasha's frequent harassment. It is also surprising that Kim Xianjing Oni actually served as the host of a radio program in China. Thanks to this Ernie's many points of advice, the novel "Perfect Radio" did not hit the streets.

Uh, so the friends I know in China are the most useless of the seventeen? As soon as he imagined Zhou Shixi's angry appearance, Xiaoyuan laughed unconsciously.

With his hand on his chin, Hyo-yeon drew in his notebook. In a moment, five beating little figures jumped on the paper. Maybe it's the relationship between the often drawn keroro, and the proportions of the villains are mostly three-headed.

Hehe, this one who sleeps in gloves is Sika......

This leg that accounts for half of the length of the body is Cui Long Leg......

This little black man drinking pear juice is Yuli......

This one with a big mouth and a rice cake under his eyes is Lin Xiaoyun......

This one who is sitting upright on a hamburger and eating sweet potatoes is Xiaoxian......

Hahaha!

Laughing at the desk, Hyoyeon completely ignored the strange eyes of his classmates.

Adding a snasal bubble to Sika's villain, Xiao Yuan smiled and looked at the fruits of her labor, her vision widened infinitely, as if she saw the scene of their fighting.

Uh, then again, what about me? Khan, I forgot about myself......

Hyo-yeon, who is full of smiles, is about to draw a cute self.

Well...... Well......

The tip of his nose is on the paper, and he hesitates.

How am I going to draw it? Hyo-yeon was a little listless. It seems that I haven't known myself too well all this time.

Natasha once said that it's not a good thing to know too many things, and confusion is common. A person's energy is limited and it is impossible to do everything. The consequences of that are likely to make people physically and mentally emaciated.

Bent over the desk, head resting on his arm, and holding a pencil in the other hand on the paper...... Xiao Yuan thought little by little about his not long life......

Not......

Hawkers, I'm a little sleepy......

Then go to sleep!

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The stage, the lights, the dynamic melody and the dance, Hyo-yeon looked at the one in front of him with wide eyes.

Hyoyeon seems to have returned to the feeling he had when he "watched" Jingyin's life, looking at the world from the first perspective. But it's more real......

The body unconsciously danced to the unfamiliar rhythm, and rows of swaying orange lights entered the eyes. The excited faces shouted loudly as if they were doing their best, and they were all her names.

"Filial piety, filial piety, filial piety, filial piety......" The rumbling sound made Xiaoyuan's soul tremble.

This is the stage?

"Xiaoyuan" responded to the people in the audience, his muscles were tense, and he also danced with all his strength...... She was greeted by growing support......

This is my future?" thought to himself.

But...... What about Sika?

In sight, in addition to the backup dancers, she was the only one on the stage.

Could it be that I made my solo debut? Hyoyuan, who was in a state of soul, frowned, and he didn't look excited at all just now. To be honest, Hyo-yeon never thought that he might make his solo debut. Even though her strengths are very long, her shortcomings are too short. After all, there are no pure dance artists in Korea. Otherwise, Hyo-yeon would not have started to practice pronunciation and other basic exercises diligently......

Working hard with his friends and debuting together, this is what Hyoyeon dreams of the most!

However, this future ...... Xiao Yuan's brows tightened.

After the song, "Xiaoyuan" waved his arms and said goodbye to the fans.

The man who looked like an assistant walked up quickly, covered "Xiaoyuan" with a thick blanket, and walked towards the backstage lounge together.

It doesn't look like it's a concert! That's right, in addition to the orange lights, there are pink, blue, and red, which is relatively small compared to my own. Hyo-yeon thought boredly as he walked.

A noisy voice came from the front, and "Xiao Yuan" looked up, and Xiao Yuan's eyes lit up.

Sisters, dressed in uniform costumes, Xiuying and Sika, who were obviously very mature, led the way, and a group of eight people walked in their direction. There were also three people, Xiao Yuan, who couldn't see their faces clearly.

Xiaoyuan had the urge to greet them with the imperial envoy "Xiaoyuan".

Unlike Xiaoyuan, the expression of "Xiaoyuan" is very ordinary.

"Hello senior!" Eight polite greetings made Xiao Yuan very stunned. And "Xiao Yuan" just nodded very ordinarily and passed through them......

Sika, Suyoung, Yoo-ri, Yoon-a, and even Xiaoxian, their distant, unfamiliar gazes make Hyoyeon completely unbelievable.

What's going on?

This is not my future!

It's not!

No!

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"No!!!" Xiao Yuan shouted bitterly and stood up unconsciously, causing everyone in the class to look back at her in unison. The English teacher who was lecturing also looked at Hyo-yeon, who was sweating profusely, from above his eyes.

Trying to apologize, Hyoyeon was finally allowed to sit down.

Ignoring the discussions of his classmates, Xiaoyuan's mind was full of the dream just now.

What is going on, that the future may become like that, how can you become so indifferent?

……

I'm not going to be like "her". After pondering for a long time, Xiao Yuan crossed his hands in front of his mouth. Even if that is the most likely way to succeed, what is the point of success if the price of success is the loss of all your friends?

Turning the pencil in his hand, Xiao Yuan let go of the heavy depression caused by the dream just now, but unconsciously stared at a few villains in his notebook. Smiling, Hyoyeon drew a picture of himself, a girl dancing next to a tape recorder that was playing.

Hey, that's who I was in the first place......

His hand did not stop, and Hyo-yeon continued to draw.

Rest with Sika......

Pose with so-young ......

Drink bitter pear juice with Yuli......

Laughing with Yuna......

Sit and eat sweet potatoes with Xiaoxian......

Hahaha! Hyo-yeon smiled very happily.

Before I knew it, the bell rang for the end of school. Xiao Yuan didn't rush out as usual, but packed up unhurriedly.

I really don't want to put you together. Hyoyeon sighed and put the notebook with the villain in his bag, but saw another open notebook......

I didn't write a word!! Xiaoyuan cried bitterly with tears streaming down his face, but he suddenly thought of his previous dream......

If it were, if it was adapted into a novel......

Taking out the pencil from his bag again, Hyoyeon wrote a new title, "Ten Years Stolen by God"*.

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Said good Chinese Fanwai (1):

Jin Xianjing: Quick Q&A!17Do you prefer gold or silver?

Zhou Shixi: Golden.

Jin Xianjing: Long or short?

Zhou Shixi: Short.

Jin Xianjing: Male or female?

Zhou Shixi: Female ...... Belch......

Jin Xianjing: (⊙o⊙) Oh

Kim Hyo-yeon: ⊙_⊙b

Natasha: o(≧v≦)o~~

Zhou Shixi: Orz

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PS1: Well, "Ten Years Stolen by God" is a Korean entertainment lily essay that I conceived before, of course, Hyo-yeon definitely can't write a lily text, cough cough. Inspired by a certain film in which White Lily starred as the heroine (I forgot what it was called). The general plot is that a very good trainee swears before going to bed that he will definitely succeed in the future, but when he wakes up, he finds himself who has become a household name ten years later. But it's not a time travel, it's just that ten years later, I was in a car accident and lost my memory for ten years. Helpless, she thought of each of her best friends from ten years ago, but found that they were estranged from her...... Hawkers,That's about it.,But I can't write it.,Lala~~~.

PS2: Uh-huh, I picked up the festival drill from the bucket......

PS3: I Lost!