JYP, Stairwell.

"Hello Mingxun senior!" met Qian Mingxun head-on, and several trainees were busy trying to salute.

"You don't have to bow on the stairs!" Qian Mingxun hurriedly stopped. By the way, he took a few steps back to make way for them. The corridor of JYP is too narrow, and it can't compare with the local tyrant building in LOEN.

Several trainees thanked each other as they walked briskly down the stairs. Then he disappeared around the corner three times in a step.

"Myunghoon oppa!" Cheon Myung-hoon had just gone up one floor when he suddenly heard another call.

You don't have to look to know who it is, only one person in JYP would call him that. Cheon Myung-hoon turned around and saw Hyuna running over with a very bright smile on her face.

"Oops, you've found out again!" Every time I meet this cute, I feel a lot happier. Cheon Myung-hoon patted Hyuna's head, but his hands were covered in sweat.

Hyuna shrunk her neck shyly and pulled forward the loose front of her T-shirt, signaling that Cheon Myung-hoon could use it to wipe her hands.

For Hyuna's such a cute move, Cheon Myung-hoon is simply powerless. He smiled and pinched her face.

"Well, it seems that you have practiced very hard, I'll go and praise you to Brother Zhenying!"

"Kangsang Hamida~!" Hyuna suddenly stood up and saluted, but was so frightened that Qian Mingxun stumbled.

Alas, this two-dimensional character that jumps out is really love-hate and hate-hate!

Looking at Cheon Myung-hoon's helpless eyes, Hyuna also realized her problem. Then, as if the vitality was instantly drained, the whole body was slightly retracted. He looked tired.

Hyuna has been relatively weak since she was a child, and she is an out-and-out paper person. Moreover, the high-load practice is very overdrawn to the body, and Hyuna's age is young...... It's really not easy to stick to it.

So every time she insists on completing the exercises, Hyuna will sit down and rest for a long time. Today was the same, she didn't act with the others, but was the last one she left in the practice room.

"The president should be in the company, and he came to see us practice just now!" Hyuna thought for a moment and provided important information.

"Got it, let's go eat!" Cheon Myung-hoon nodded. He knew that Park Jin-young was in the company. Although the dormitory is quite close to JYP, if he hadn't made an appointment in advance, he wouldn't have dared to come and visit.

Recently, Cheon Myung-hoon has been in and out of JYP frequently, and he has been photographed and posted on the Internet. Although JYP and LOEN belong to the same SK in nature, the general public does not know much about it. I only know that he has a good relationship with Park Jin-young. So they speculated that he had a new move and was seeking help from Park Jinying.

Park Jin-young has been on fire recently. As a mentor for SSS tryouts, he has appeared on TV quite often. This SBS big draft has reached its final stage, and the discussion on the Internet is still very hot.

If Qian Mingxun didn't really have something, he wouldn't bother the other party at this time. Because of his continuous accumulation in composition, it seems that the quantitative change has led to a qualitative change!

The best way to combat the influence of subconscious familiar melodies is to build your own composition system. Although Cheon Myung-hoon has a high musical talent, he is still an out-and-out newcomer in the process of composing.

In the past, he had a lot of difficulties when he was creating, because he only relied on inspiration. The memory of the dream affected his inspiration, and he was almost unable to compose.

But through accumulation and learning, he gradually mastered the techniques and methods. These rules, like formulas and theorems, help him to create smoothly. And in the last few days, Qian Mingxun has finally "integrated".

As my understanding of composition deepens, many thoughts come to mind when I listen to songs. It's like when a reader sees an unsatisfactory plot, they can't help but want to complain. The principle is the same.

And these endless thoughts also prove that his creative ability is recovering. For Cheon Myung-hoon, it's really the coveted good news!

As the largest record label, LOEN can't do without its own musicians. But Cheon Myung-hoon is not familiar with them, and he doesn't want to share the joy with each other.

In terms of music concepts and personal ideals, Park Zhenying once had in-depth exchanges with him. So Cheon Myung-hoon couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, and whenever he had free time, he would come to consult Park Jin-young.

……

When I got to the fourth floor, I found that Park Jin-young was not in the office. If you didn't happen to go to the toilet, it must have been in the composition room.

For Park Jin-young's exclusive composition room, Cheon Myung-hoon is also familiar with the road. You don't need someone else to lead the way. I went straight to the door of the composition room, only to find that the door was not closed tightly, but only half-hidden.

A familiar but unnamed melody reached Qian Mingxun's ears. From time to time, it is mixed with the nasal voice of Park Jin-young humming.

Why can't I remember, which song is this?

Cheon Myung-hoon patted his head hard, but he still couldn't remember. However, he did know one thing, this song should be sung by Rain, but it has not been released yet. According to Park Jin-young's excitement, it should have been created just now.

A thought in Qian Mingxun's heart moved. When the music was over, he raised his hand and knocked on the door of the composition room.

"Please come in!" Park Jin-young turned off the music and stood up.

"Brother Zhenying, I'm here. "Qian Mingxun entered the door and saluted first, and it was more standard than before.

"Oh, Myeonghoon. Come and sit. Seeing that it was Cheon Myung-hoon, Park Jin-young didn't go to the door to greet him. Stretching his waist on the spot, he then beckoned to Cheon Myung-hoon.

"Brother Zhenying......" Cheon Myung-hoon approached Park Jin-young, but did not mean to sit down: "Do you have a new work again?"

Park Jin-young has been writing songs for so many years, and Cheon Myung-hoon's expression is all too familiar to him. Because everyone who asked him to invite him to sing was almost carved out of a mold. The gaze that lingered on the computer screen couldn't escape his eyes at all.

"You...... Did you hear it just now?" Park Jin-young hesitated for a moment, and then guessed the reason.

"Hmm. Qian Mingxun didn't want to hide it, and generously admitted: "The door of the composition room is not closed, I heard it outside." ”

Park Jin-young didn't say much. Because as long as it is not a demo, it will be deliberately spread on the Internet. It doesn't matter if you hear it to your acquaintances. It's impossible for the other party to copy and paste it when they go back, and then take it for themselves shamelessly.

Then the world is too scary!

"I had a lot of dinner last night, and then I got some inspiration. Park Jin-young motioned for Cheon Myung-hoon to sit down and explained a few words casually.

Writing songs after drinking is the most common form of creation for Park Jin-young, and Cheon Myung-hoon has also heard of this habit. In fact, he doesn't care much about the background of this song, and now he only wants to know one thing:

What exactly is this song?