What can 9 million won do? To be honest, there's not much you can do.

If it is placed in China, 50,000 yuan in 2003 can really do something pleasant. For example, to buy a few bullish stocks, for example, to bet on a ball or something. But in South Korea...... Even if Park Ji-sub is an online writer, he doesn't know about these things.

So he can only honestly continue to code words and accumulate capital. However, nine million is not completely useless, I signed up for a training class and bought a computer, and because my son is so promising, I am happy to be a father. took the two siblings to the playground to play around, and bought two new sets of clothes for each of them.

So since his rebirth, Park Ji-sub, who has only changed two clothes to wear, can finally change his image. At the same time, he also discovered a painful fact, his face...... The cuteness is a bit overdone, and it's completely a standard baby face! And it's kind of like a girl. And he clearly remembered that Park Ji-yeon's family looked like a square face, could it be that he was mutated......

But he didn't bother to pay attention to what it looked like. Anyway, he is not a person who eats with his face, and after the computer moved home, Park Fanyeol very generously pulled the network cable to Park Ji-sub. In Park Ji-yeon's curious gaze, his younger brother turned on the computer very skillfully, watching the word XP appear on the screen, and after more than ten seconds, a blue interface appeared on the monitor.

The little girl's narrow eyes blinked, and she patted her brother's shoulder: "Ji-sub, can you play with this thing?" ”

"I've seen the instructions...... Slave! Don't grab it, I'll sort things out first......"

Park Ji-sub looked at Park Ji-yeon, who was holding a mouse and dotting on the screen with black lines, and was speechless for a while! Sure enough, this girl is still just a bear child. But fortunately, Park Ji-yeon was just curious, and after fiddling with it for a few minutes, she generously returned the computer sovereignty, and at the same time threw down a sentence like 'I thought I could play games, but it turned out that there was nothing'.

For this kind of complaint, Park Ji-sub naturally chose to ignore it! Then I started my own practice of 'typing'. That's right, it's typing. The Korean input method is different from Chinese, so he can only do this in order to speed up the writing of novels. In any case, computers are faster than hand.

Summer vacation is a very happy thing for children, but for Park Ji-yeon! But it's a little less satisfying. Because of the training class, the two of them are basically the same as going to school now. After getting up in the morning and having breakfast, Park Ji-yeon carried her dance training uniform and a thick book of "Basic Tutorials of Music and Rhythm". Park Ji-sub is the same, but he has an extra sketchpad instead of a dance training uniform.

The same goes for the two of them, one on a large scale! It is also a private institution with a wide range of training facilities. After entering the small building, Park Ji-yeon pinched her younger brother's face, and then told some inexplicable things, and ran to the basement.

Park Ji-sub naturally went upstairs, and it was still the top floor. The layout of the small building is not large, and the boss here seems to use all the space as a classroom, and the corridors and corridors are outrageously small. However, for Park Ji-sub, who was very young, he didn't feel any discomfort, and when he walked to the door of an art classroom marked on the fifth floor, he pushed the door and entered, and a messy scene suddenly came into view......

Park Ji-sub pursed his lips and didn't feel any surprise. I found a corner, put my bag away, and went straight to practicing what I was taught yesterday. Then the students came one after another, but compared to Park Ji-sub's self-consciousness, most of these people took out comic books or game consoles after they came, and the rest chased and played in twos and threes.

Then the teacher arrives and the lesson begins! Drawing that a ten-year-old learns is usually the most basic thing. So it's not high in terms of difficulty, it's also ...... It's not complicated either. The class was very fast, only about an hour and a half, and after class, Park Ji-sub ran downstairs. looked at Park Ji-yeon, who was already waiting for her on the second floor, and stepped forward to say hello to the other party with a smile.

Then the two siblings came to the music classroom, and compared to painting, music is Park Ji-sub's real main focus. It's about changing everything in his future, and painting...... It's just a lesson from his bad tastes.

After this life lasted for half a month, his father finally found him a piano teacher. And it's still a door-to-door professor, and it's ...... The fee is not high, but listening to the tone of the cheap dad, the other party seems to be a professional teacher with a certificate.

But the request was also very interesting, including dinner! And you need to bring your own teaching materials.

So after more than 20 days of summer vacation, Park Ji-sub finally ushered in his first piano lesson that afternoon.

Park Ji-yeon boredly flipped through the novels written by Park Ji-sub, and from time to time her eyes glanced at the piano in the corner of the living room. According to Abba, it cost more than 2 million won, which is still relatively cheap. And his younger brother was playing carefully on the piano in front of a very thin sheet music.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door! Park Ji-yeon ran to open the door. A middle-aged woman stood in the doorway, holding a girl who was a head taller than her, looking at her with scrutinizing eyes.

"Where's your grown-up, little friend!" The middle-aged woman asked with a smile.

"Abba and my doll mom went to the store, are you the teacher who came to teach piano?" Park Ji-yeon glanced at the little girl, and then asked curiously.

"What's your name, are you going to learn piano?" The middle-aged woman looked at Park Ji-yeon for a moment, and then continued to ask gently.

"No, it's my brother! That's him. Park Ji-yeon turned her head and pointed to Park Ji-sub who ran out and said.

"Hello, my name is Park Ji-sub, this is my slave Park Ji-yeon, are you Teacher Lee Eun-joo?" Park Ji-sub also glanced at the little girl next to him, then straightened up and asked with a smile.

The middle-aged woman was stunned, the little boy named Park Ji-sub in front of her, the tutor was really good. couldn't help but look at her daughter, that is, the little girl she was leading, and after comparing it, she found that this little boy was really no worse than what she had cultivated with all her might.

Of course, this is also the first feeling. At the very least, it is not so laborious to teach such a precocious child.

"I'm Lee Eun-joo, and if you have any piano questions in the future, you can ask me." Lee Eun-joo smiled and stretched out her hand and looked at Park Ji-sub waiting for a response.

Park Ji-sub also stretched out his little hand and shook it with the other party very decently, but his gaze was firmly fixed on the little girl who was snoring, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pull out a bright and abnormal smile......