The hustle and bustle had stopped, and the trainees who had been running around for a day of practice fell asleep, and Park In-jin lay on the bed, the hazy white fluorescence shining on her delicate face, and she frowned, looking at the text messages on her phone.

It's been more than an hour, and Park Ji-sub has sent such a message, and there is no movement, and it doesn't matter if she sees it back or not! It doesn't matter if she knows it or not...... So she struggled.

"Suddenly asked me out for dinner...... Also this attitude! Park Injing looked at the black font on the phone and muttered, "Should I go!" ”

To be honest, she has a good impression of Park Ji-sub. Very affable and very talkative. Although I like to say things that don't make sense, it always makes people think deeply from the heart. However, she always has a strange feeling that Park Ji-sub has intentions for her......

This feeling is ridiculous, you must know that the boy who is only thirteen years old is a great writer with an annual income of tens of billions! And judging from the information revealed by Kim Tae-yeon, the other party is still a well-known music producer, at least ...... Teacher Yu Yongzhen in the company seems to value each other very much.

Such a genius-level figure, although very tempting, is also very dangerous. Making friends depends on the status of both parties. This kind of unequal status exchange, it is good to have the presence of others, if alone...... The girl felt a lot of pressure.

It was late at night, Park Renjing sighed, rubbed her eyes a little sour, and after thinking about it, her finger quickly typed a line on the phone.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

Looking at the successful delivery displayed on the mobile phone, Park Renjing's little heart seemed to pinch up. A little nervous, a little anticipation, and a little bit of joy. After all, being invited to dinner by a beggar is not on the same level as being invited by an excellent genius.

After a few minutes passed, he felt the mobile phone in his hand vibrate, and Park Renjing clicked on the text message with a smile.

"There's something wrong with the portrayal of the heroine, and I want to talk to you to see if I can find some inspiration."

Park Injing looked at a line of words on the phone, a beautiful smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, her fingers flew quickly, and she typed a line of words again.

"Got it, but I'll bring my friends over, don't you mind?"

This time, Park waited for a while before the phone showed a reply.

"Feel free, but it's better not to bring Xiuyan Nuna, it's hard for me to concentrate with her presence."

Park In-jeong bit her lip and thought about it with a frown. I recalled the scene at dinner in my mind, and found that it seemed to be a bit of a situation. Park Ji-sub was very concerned about Jung so-yeon's emotions, and while feeling a little lost in his heart, he quickly replied to a text message.

"Don't worry, it just so happens that my top bunk is your fan, so I'll take her over. So that's it, I'll go to bed first, and I'll have classes tomorrow, good night. ”

Park Renjing happily put away the phone, turned sideways, and curled up into a ball and snickered! I don't know what kind of expression Kim Taeyeon will have when she sees Park Ji-sub herself. With this little meanness in her heart for pranks, she gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Park Ji-sub rubbed his face and came to S.M's company early in the morning. Last night's text message was discovered by Park Ji-sub, and then the face that was not much meat was pinched into a bun for the other party, and it was not relieved until I got up in the morning.

Because he had made an appointment in advance, Park Ji-sub came to a small recording studio under the guidance of a receptionist as soon as he entered the door.

"Good morning, senior!"

Seeing that Yu Yongjin was already sitting inside and debugging the equipment, Park Ji-sub greeted politely.

"Here, I was thinking about your new work all night last night, don't let me down." Yu Yongjin glanced at Park Ji-sub and said half-jokingly.

"My seniors look down on me too much." Park Ji-sub smiled innocently, took out the USB flash drive and handed it to the other party and said: "This is the original song I asked Zhao Yingxiu to help me debug it once last night, although it has not been completely mixed, but the tone has been set, please ask the seniors to help me make it, so I can let Han Geng choreograph according to the rhythm." ”

"I kind of can't wait." Yu Yongzhen laughed and took the USB flash drive and began to try to sound it. After a while, his expression became serious, and then his eyes became a little inexplicable.

"Did you write the lyrics?" Taking off the headphones, Yu Yongzhen looked at Park Ji-sub with a little sigh and said.

"I already have an idea, it's inspired by a recent comic, I don't know if Yu Yongzhen's predecessors have seen "The War of Money". Park Ji-sub smiled and said lightly.

"Are you really only thirteen!" Yu Yongjin stared at Park Ji-sub with surprise in his eyes for a few seconds before sighing.

After that, the two no longer waste time, and Park Ji-sub's music is very rhythmic and adheres to the characteristics of S.M. If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't heard this song before, Yu Yongzhen would have felt that this song was written by himself, it was too similar, and it was exactly the same as his thinking.

Park Ji-sub looked at Yu Yong-jin who was busy with a smile and said nothing, DON'TDON itself is Yu Yong-jin's song, but it will take at least a year for the other party to write the song. So...... One does not deny oneself.

With the mixed tune in hand, Park Ji-sub came to the prepared practice room, where Han Geng was already waiting.

"Brother Han Geng!" Park Ji-sub shouted very familiarly, and still in Chinese.

"Ji-sub...... Your Chinese is also too good. Han Geng, who was in a daze, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a wry smile.

"It's just average, and I don't learn much." Park Ji-sub changed back to Korean and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to trouble you, even your practice time is occupied by me." ”

"Don't compliment me, it's not easy to come across an existence that doesn't discriminate against Chinese people." Han Geng said with a sigh on his face.

"Yes, is Brother Han Geng discriminated against?" Park Ji-sub raised his eyebrows and asked pretending to be surprised.

"Hehe, I'm just complaining, Ji-sub, don't take it to heart." Han Geng was excited, and then he realized that he seemed to be talking too much.

Infected by Park Ji-sup's standard Chinese, Han Geng forgot that Park Ji-sub in front of him was a real Korean. After secretly warning himself not to talk more, Han Geng changed his smile and began to talk about the topic.

Park Ji-sub didn't ask any more questions, and looked at Han Geng's eyes and the smile became even stronger. Then the two began to choreograph, Han Geng was born in a professional dance academy, although he did not reach the master level, but with Park Ji-sub next to him to give ideas, he was still able to express the corresponding dance moves according to his own understanding.

As for why he didn't let the S.M professional dance teacher come, Park Ji-sub designated Han Geng, and Yu Yongjin just wanted to show off S.M's strength! Naturally, there will be no objections. After a day of contact, Han Geng found that Park Ji-sub was even better than he imagined.

In other words, in many ways, Park Ji-sub does not look like a universal South Korean. On the contrary, it has a bit of Chinese casualness and humility.