"Why didn't the president talk to me?" Hong Zhenying shouted in surprise, her big eyes blinked, this cute appearance made others avoid it collectively.

"Xiao Zhiyan, you ......"

"Ernie, I'm sick to my stomach, I'll go to the bathroom first, Xiujing, do you want to come along?"

"Uh, yes!"

In the eyes of others, Zheng Xiujing, who was brought in by Park Ji-yeon, was a new trainee, and everyone didn't pay much attention to it, and Zheng Xiujing was also amazed that the trainees of her brother's company were all girls, and at the same time, she was surprised by so many seniors with different characteristics.

Park Ji-yeon didn't care about this, and when she saw the 'demon' Hong Jin-young starting to approach her, she pulled Jung so-jung and ran away.

Hong Jin-young doesn't have any bad taste to punish her juniors, but she likes to tease Park Ji-yeon very much, perhaps because of her short hair and taekwondo black belt rank, which makes this woman very curious, so she was very good to Park Ji-yeon from the beginning, and Park Ji-yeon also likes this lively sister.

But in the end...... It turned out that he was too real.

Sometimes liveliness can be linked to comics, especially when I was taking a shower that day, Hong Zhenyingoni, who had just moved into the dormitory, opened the door and ran in, and then stripped naked and shouted excitedly: "Wow, I really have abdominal muscles!" ”

After that, Park Ji-yeon wanted to hide when she saw her......

Hong Jin-young watched Park Ji-yeon pull the new girl and quickly run out of the practice room, the expression on her face was not hurt at all, but turned her head to look at Jeon Hyo-sung, whose body was trembling a little.

"Filial piety, ......"

"Ah, Ernie I'm going to the toilet too!"

………………

In the noisy practice room, Jiang Sula walked out a little nervously, to be honest, even now Jiang Sula thinks it is a dream.

In fact, Jiang Sula's dream is not to be an actor, and even she thinks that she is the kind of girl who is so ordinary that she can't be ordinary anymore and can't become an actor.

She likes film and television drama very much, and she began to learn this knowledge at an early age, and she also took acting classes, but her dream is to become a director.

However, the teachers of the acting class all said that it is very difficult to become a director in Korea, especially for female directors. Therefore, Jiang Sula first learned acting, and at least she had to learn how to act before she could become a director......

And then...... Jiang Sula taught a lot of tuition.

Jiang Sula, a practicing student, had never thought of it before, but this time it was simply because she felt that the tuition fee for the acting class was too high, and she still had a year to go to university, so if she could join a brokerage company to study, would it be better?

But the idea was extinguished when she was born, because she didn't think that company would sign a trainee like herself who weighed more than 70 kilograms.

But...... The world is so wonderful, this is the first time Jiang Sura has participated in the selection of a brokerage company, and she just came with that one-ten-thousandth hope. I have even seen the result of my elimination, but unexpectedly I was selected to become a trainee.

Although she hasn't started to learn things yet, she exercises to lose weight every day, but Jiang Sula doesn't feel pain at all, on the contrary, she seems to have seen a little bit of the future road, as her fat slowly disappears, although it is far and far worse than those white bone spirits in the trainees, but if you work hard, you may be able to become beautiful.

It's just that Jiang Sula is a little apprehensive at the moment, and she doesn't know why the president is looking for her. To be honest, she was afraid of seeing the president, because she was afraid that the president would regret and suddenly terminate the contract with herself, although she now has some self-confidence, but there are still some shortcomings.

"Knock knock!"

"Come in!"

"Hello President!"

Jiang Sula carefully pushed open the door of the room. After entering the house, I was a little nervous and said hello.

Zheng Xiuheng put down the work in hand, threw aside most of the finished songs, and then said to Liu Zaishi: "Brother Shi, let's order food first." I'm talking to the kids in the company! ”

"No problem, you go get busy!" Liu Zaishi perfected 95% of the lyrics with the assistance of Zheng Xiuheng this morning, while Zheng Xiuheng spent the morning composing.

Both of them were almost finished. Zheng Xiuheng was very inspired by this creation, and he also made a lot of melodies when he went home, and soon had good results.

The matter here is about to end, and Zheng Xiuheng is going to be busy with other things, so he just called the front desk and asked Jiang Sula to come up.

"Come inside with me!"

Zheng Xiuheng stood up and waved at Jiang Sula, and then walked to the small room, but before that, he picked up the notebook that was placed on the instrument case next to him.

"Le, president!"

Jiang Sula's eyes turned on Liu Zaishi for a long time, and when she could see the legendary national host here, Jiang Sula was surprised and excited, and almost rushed up to ask for an autograph, but when she saw that the president was still on the side, she immediately held back.

Seeing that the president was about to walk to the hut, Jiang Sula hurriedly trotted to follow.

Zheng Xiuheng's small studio had been cleaned up, walked to the table where the equipment was placed and sat down, Zheng Xiuheng looked at Jiang Sula, who was nervous, and followed in with a smile and said, "Sit down, don't be too nervous, I didn't call you over to talk about the company, but some personal matters!" ”

Jiang Sura looked at the president in surprise, the nervousness in her heart was put down a little, and she looked at the president's eyes and motioned for herself to sit down again, and Jiang Sura also sat down obediently.

"Sura XI, it seems that your dream is to become a director, right?"

"Ah...... President, President...... How do you know! Jiang Sula immediately straightened up, she wanted to become an actor when she signed up.

Zheng Xiuheng said with a smile: "This is very simple, you know when you chat with your parents when you sign the contract!" ”

Jiang Sula's face was bitter, and she said with some sadness: "So the president wants to fire me?" ”

Zheng Xiuheng shook his head and said, "You think too much, I just want to ask you, your creative ability must be good, right?" Being able to win an award for a science fiction script at the Youth Drama Festival seems to be a little different from winning an award with a love or tragic story! ”

Jiang Sula, who originally thought that he was going to be swept away, was stunned for a moment, and looked at the president's table as if he was lying, and relaxed a little, but his little heart was still hanging.

"I just like science fiction and some supernatural stories, I also like martial arts novels, and I also like to write, and I am also surprised to win this award!" Kang So-ra nervously explained that she didn't know what the president was talking to her.

Zheng Xiuheng found that many people have their own talents during this time. But many people don't want to use their talents, such as Jiang Sula, according to her resume, if she continues to be a writer alive and screenwriter, the possibility of success is definitely not small, and the status of screenwriters and writers in the Korean entertainment industry is definitely not low.

In fact, Zheng Xiuheng signed Jiang Sula not because he saw that she had talent as an actor, but he felt that after completely losing weight, her appearance should not be too bad, plus she was a talented girl, and the company might need all kinds of talents in the future, so Zheng Xiuheng decided to sign her.

But what Zheng Xiuheng didn't expect was. It's only been a few days and he needs help.,At first, he didn't look like much.,But now I understand that he may have a lot of ideas and ideas.,But it's hard to connect completely.,Plus he hasn't written a story script.,After writing some intermittently about the story of that game.,There's no way to connect below.,So at this time he needs a professional.。

Although MBC can help a lot, Zheng Xiuheng did not look for those people. Instead, I thought of Jiang Sula, of course, I just wanted to see her thoughts and opinions, after all, I had the story I needed in my head, and what I needed now was a more perfect structure.

"Don't be nervous. I called you here today because I want to ask you for help, this is some of the strange inspirations and stories I wrote during this time, this will be developed into a game, so I need a more complete story, script, characters and content settings. I know it's a bit sudden, but I'd like to ask for your opinion, so there's really no need to be nervous. I'm not that scary! ”

Jiang Sula took Zheng Xiuheng's notebook in a daze, her brain was a little insufficient, which was really completely different from the situation she thought in her heart.

But to say, 'I'm not that scary', Jiang Sula doesn't agree with this sentence, and the cold appearance of the president in daily life is very scary.

"Le, I'll see it right away!" Jiang Sula came back to her senses and replied to Zheng Xiuheng flatteredly, and then immediately opened the notebook.

"There was an elf who had been living in a castle called Solitud, and one day, suddenly a girl with amnesia fell from the sky............

The girl doesn't remember who she is, where she came from, and where she is going. Therefore, in order to help the girl return to his own world, the elf comes to a tree that grows on top of a piano, and amazingly, the tree grows taller and taller as long as the elf plays the piano......

When life becomes more and more harmonious, facing such a girl who has lost her memory......"

Jiang Sura looked at the somewhat messy stories and records, her expression gradually became a little serious, she liked to read these stories full of mystery, she felt that what Zheng Xiuheng wrote was very interesting, and gradually forgot the tension in her heart and watched it carefully.

Zheng Xiuheng attached it at the back of the notebook, this is a true story statement, although it does not point out Han Zhiyuan's matter, but it is written that the reason for the little girl is a vegetative person, and the elf represents a complex of many people who want to help him...... The world of dreams.

Zheng Xiuheng also wrote HAPPYEND at the end, when the tree grows to a certain limit, that is, the end of the last song, that is, when the elf and the little girl are separated......

Although it is a little messy, Zheng Xiuheng does have a complete idea, and this qiē comes from the cute girl who circles around the big tree in her dream.

"What is an elf?"

"Huh? What the? ”

"That's a very inferior word!"

"Hmm~~?!"

Zheng Xiuheng made a strange nasal sound.

Jiang Sula, who was a little engaged, suddenly reacted, and looked at the president's strange expression, his face changed, and his whole face stiffened.

"Okay, there's no need to put on such an expression, I'm just using a random word to describe it, and of course I need to set his image and name in the end!" Zheng Xiuheng was amused by Jiang Sula's appearance and wanted to laugh, so he comforted him warmly.

Jiang Sula closed the notebook a little nervously, and then said: "The president's story is very interesting, and if it is a true story, it has more meaning, I don't think there is anything that needs to be changed in the story, but some details have not been written!" ”

"Tell me about it!" Zheng Xiuheng was very interested in what Jiang Sula said, which was also the original purpose of his calling Jiang Sula.

Jiang Sora knew that the president was really asking for help this time. So at the moment, she also forced herself to calm down, she liked the story very much, and even saw that the president didn't seem to have a lot of things not written, just like the synthesis about the elf, and reality, that elf should also contain part of the president.

There is also a notebook that writes that it is a music game, and it is necessary to use music to coherent the plot, so that just looking at the story will feel that there is less of a mysterious fairy tale color.

Jiang Sura may not be as good as Zheng Xiuheng in many ways, but she is really a girl with a lot of ideas and creative power, so after thinking about it for a while, she said, "President, do you know DEMON?" ”

"Demons?" Zheng Xiuheng replied with some strange feelings. I don't understand why Kang So-la asked this.

Jiang Sura explained very seriously: "Demons are fictional evil beings with supernatural powers in various religions, literary works, film and television works, and ACG works, but in fact, the word demon does not give people a very good feeling!" ”

"But I think that if you look at the story created by the president, the little girl in the story should be in an endless coma now, although I don't know what the time is, but from the perspective and situation of a vegetative person, the world in which the little girl fell into her dream in the story should not be heaven!"

Zheng Xiuheng was a little surprised by this statement and continued: "Then you mean hell? ”

Jiang Sula shook her head and said, "I'm just saying it's not heaven, if it's me, if it's hinted at with music." I would compare this place to a castle where heaven, hell and earth meet, like, like...... The more special feeling of Huangquan Road is that there is only a passage to the three worlds, of course, this is just a metaphor. It's like a vegetative patient! ”

"If the little girl is bright, clean and pure, then I think the elf that the president said should be black, but it doesn't mean the mind but his image, and I think the president will have his own thoughts in terms of the heart. This is not something I can build.,I need more consideration from the president.,I think it's a little elf in a junction space in a lonely castle.。 It should be set as a lonely demon who can't speak. ”

"But such a setting can't be announced.,Of course, the image doesn't need that terrible demon image.,It's more that you still need to see the president's thoughts.,For example, who is the hidden image of this image.,You can explain it through some small hints.。

"And since the castle is the junction of the three worlds, then you need to set up some special hints, such as the castle is the residence of the elves, there is an inaccessible basement in it, which can be hidden as hell, and the void window that the little girl fell into can be set as a passage back to the world, as for heaven...... Also think about it! ”

"IF YOU CAN, THE ENGLISH WORD OF DEMON IS DEMON, WE CAN NAME HIM DEEMO!"

However, after finishing speaking, Jiang Sula seemed to be unable to help it, and said carefully again: "Actually, I think that according to the story recorded by the president, the essence of DEEMO should not be a collective, it should be the closest person to the deceased or the little girl!" ”

Zheng Xiuheng's mouth opened slightly, and he looked at Jiang Sula in a daze.

"The president of the company, I'm just a little bit of a personal building, just a ......" Jiang Sula was a little frightened by Zheng Xiuheng, so she shrank in an instant, and said with some worry.

Zheng Xiuheng was just surprised, like the feeling of meeting an expert again, just like the feeling he had when he met Choi Min-hee last time, and he was also surprised by Kang Su-ra's radiant and slightly excited appearance when talking about ideas.

"Very good Jianyì, let's call it DEEMO, it looks like it's the right choice to come to you!" Zheng Xiuheng said with great satisfaction, in fact, he didn't think so far-reaching.

There are only two purposes for making a game, one is simply because of the inspiration generated by that dream, and the second is for Han Zhiyuan and Han Zhixiang, Zheng Xiuheng wants Han Zhiyuan to act as a game artist, not only to let her continue what she once liked, but also to help her regain her confidence in life.

Zheng Xiuheng doesn't know if the game can make money, but even if he can, he doesn't have the idea of making money, if he can, he will pay the income to Han Zhiyuan according to the share ratio, which can be said before being invited to do art.

It doesn't matter if the game can't make money, Zheng Xiuheng can't pick out some music to make a pure music album and release it, he believes that no matter what the sales volume is, it will definitely not lose money, even if it is a personal conceit.

And Zheng Xiuheng wants to donate this money to a family like Han Zhixiang, in the name of Han Zhixiang......

Of course, if he really makes money, Zheng Xiuheng will donate after recovering the cost, although Zheng Xiuheng is a little emotional this time, but he also knows how many catties and taels he has, in fact, his idea is not to make money from the beginning, and he doesn't even think that letting Choi Min-hee develop such a game can make money, but he has to do it, as long as he can restore Han Zhiyuan's confidence in life, Zheng Xiuheng can also eliminate the apologies in his heart, and it can be regarded as a clear thought.

However, Zheng Xiuheng also decided in his heart that he would never be so reckless in other people's family affairs.

"DEMON, DEEMO, THE DEAD?"

Zheng Xiuheng pondered these three words repeatedly, and suddenly remembered Han Zhiyuan's expression that day, and that kind of despair was like being invaded by a demon.

In fact, Zheng Xiuheng just wanted to set up a person who helped Han Zhixiang and take her out of that lonely world at the beginning, and even thought more about himself, just like himself who simply played the piano for him, and then appeared in her world with other more fairytale images.

But Jiang Sula's words made Zheng Xiuheng's simple thoughts more meaningful, a simple demon image? The deceased, the closest person?

Maybe that's what makes the story more compelling......

"Are you a demon too?"

Zheng Xiuheng's thoughts are not melancholy, but interesting, Zheng Xiuheng is not very entangled in those strange things now, after actively integrating into this society, Zheng Xiuheng is rapidly becoming mature.

It doesn't matter if he is really a demon, as long as he still retains his emotional and warm side, he thinks it is enough, at least Zheng Xiuheng knows very well that what he pursues is not pure money and power. (To be continued......)