GOOD company, it has been two days since Park So-yeon's birthday. Li Zhien was very interested, and after returning home, he asked his grandmother as a guardian, went to the company, and signed a trainee contract.

The contract does not have much discount, except for the high subsidy, all the other terms are very normal, and the normal makes Li Zhien feel a little embarrassed. After all, Park Ji-sub's bully-like attitude really scared her.

"Is this going to be played like this?"

At noon, Park Ji-sub sat in the practice room, holding a newly bought guitar in his hand, and asked Lee Ji-eun, who was sitting across from him.

The girl blinked, a smile on her cute face, and a crisp voice that revealed an ethereal inspiration.

"OPPA, do you want to teach Renjing Oni when you learn this?" Lee Ji-eun replied to the question.

"Well, what? Isn't it possible? Park Ji-sub replied very frankly.

Lee Ji-eun smacked his lips and asked curiously, "OPPA, do you like Renjing Oni?" ”

"It's not a good thing to know too much." Park Ji-sub pursed his lips and said lightly: "Just teach me to play the guitar well." ”

"I'm just curious." Li Zhien's face did not change, and he still said with a coquettish smile.

Park Ji-sub glanced at the girl and didn't answer. After two days of testing, he finally understood why Lee Ji-eun repeatedly failed the interview. On the one hand, because the other party's voice change period came too early, there was a problem of broken sound and breath disorder when singing, and on the other hand, this girl was confident and even a little conceited.

Brokerage companies like to be obedient and have less autonomy among trainees. To put it bluntly, I like people who can communicate and oppress. And Lee Ji-eun...... Very smart, and very good at being a person. But the strength is not recognized, and he still looks complacent, and the examiners can really look at this kind of talent.

"How's your throat feeling?"

After practicing the guitar for a while, Park Ji-sub sat cross-legged, put the guitar aside, and looked at Lee Ji-eun, who had his hands on his ankles and looked cute.

"It's okay, but I feel like I can't sing a little bit lately." Lee Ji-eun replied honestly.

"In addition to maintaining basic practice, stop all overload practice behaviors until your feeling of not being able to lift is gone, and then continue to find ways to stabilize the timbre and expand the vocal range." Park Ji-sub frowned and said lightly.

Li Ji-eun was stunned for a moment, and his head nodded quickly. Although Park Ji-sub is hypocritical and realistic, he rarely arranges anything when he talks or something.

"Let's go, let's have lunch together."

Seeing that Lee Ji-eun was so well-behaved, Park Ji-sub got up and stretched his body, and said with a smile: "By the way, I'll go and apply to your head in charge later, and let them prepare a throat care plan for you every month." ”

"Got it!" Lee Ji-eun replied crisply.

"If only she were as well-behaved as you." Park Ji-sub looked at Lee Ji-eun and sighed.

"She?" Li Ji-eun asked with a frown.

"Park Ji-yeon, I'm a slave! A girl who gives me a headache. Park Ji-sub did not shy away from it and said directly.

Lee Ji-eun let out an 'oh' and didn't comment. After two days of getting along, she still hasn't figured out Park Ji-sub's true character. Sometimes he smiles at people, but he doesn't really know what he's calculating. Sometimes he's expressionless, but maybe he's worried about someone.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the practice room, they found that a staff member in the company had hurriedly run over. The other party gasped for a while, and then said intermittently: "Jixie, Director Xu called you over." ”

The director Xu in the other party's mouth is Xu Junxiu, although he is still following Yin Zhixun in the study period, but the internal title has been decided.

Park Ji-sub pinched his fingers, the corners of his mouth hooked, and after nodding with an inexplicable smile, he turned sideways and said to Lee Ji-eun, "Let's go, I may have to delay lunch." ”

"It's okay!"

Li Zhien smiled and said very considerately.

Park Ji-sub's eyes flashed with appreciation, and then motioned for the staff to lead the way. The three of them went straight to the president's office on the top floor, and the staff knocked on them first, and then carefully opened the door to let the two of them in.

A large number of people sat in the office, Yin Zhixun sat calmly in the main seat, Xu Junxiu was chatting with a middle-aged man, and a translator stood next to him. A girl who looked like she was about ten was standing behind the middle-aged man, looking around curiously.

"Ji-sub, you're here! This is Mr. Song, this is Song Qian. ”

When Seo Jun-so saw Park Ji-sub coming, he got up and introduced with a smile, "This is Park Ji-sub, a music producer and part-time writer, and the owner of GOOD Company. ”

"Hello, uncle." Park Ji-sub smiled politely, stepped forward and bowed slightly.

The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and didn't react, the actual owner of GOOD was actually a child...... It's kind of scary.

"Are you Park Ji-sub?"

It's just that the middle-aged man hasn't spoken yet, and the girl next to him, who has been looking around curiously, suddenly exclaimed: "You are the author who wrote "Destiny"? And that song "MYSOUL" was also written by you? ”

Lee Ji-eun stood quietly behind Park Ji-sub, and she suddenly felt a sense of empathy for the reaction of the girl in front of her. It's not a good feeling to think that the songwriter I've always liked is actually a teenager.

"You have actually heard this, it seems that Song Qian XI is very concerned about the dynamics of the Korean side." Park Ji-sub said in fluent Chinese.

Hearing this, except for Lee Ji-eun, the people present still had no expression, the corners of Seo Jun-so's mouth twitched, Park Ji-sub actually knew Chinese. Yin Zhixun pinched his fingers on his nose, he felt that his life was a little in vain. As for the middle-aged man and the girl, as well as the interpreter who was standing on the side with some embarrassment, they looked horrified.

"Are you Chinese?" The girl suddenly became interested and asked happily.

"I'm sorry, I'm a native Korean." Park Ji-sub smiled, and said in a sharp tone: "But I like Hwakook very much, and if I have the opportunity, I will travel there." ”

"Hehe, I'll show you the way when the time comes. By the way, you can call me Song Qian. The girl said with an innocent smile.

"Then thank you in advance, Song Qian XI." Park Ji-sub's eyes flashed with a fine light and said with a smile.

"Uncle Song, it's really troublesome for you to travel tirelessly."

After teasing Song Qian, who was a little familiar, Park Ji-sub turned to the middle-aged man and said: "You have to believe in GOOD Company, at present, there are no more than twenty companies in South Korea that can let their artists perform on TV stations, and we are one of them." ”

"And I'm sure you've heard the mythical combination ......"

"Needless to say, Wu Xijie has told my family Qianqian about this, and we also believe in GOOD Company, otherwise I wouldn't have sent my daughter over in person." The middle-aged man pressed his hand and said with a slight smile: "I came this time to see the situation of GOOD company and the surrounding living environment, I am such a daughter, I don't want her to suffer." ”