Chapter 88 I Want to Kiss You 5/12.0.09

A few days before the concert in Seoul, South Korea on April 25th.

An Rufeng came out of the 88 Sports Institute rehearsal and went back to the company for training.

She previously believed that she and Kwon Ji-yong were both victims of body swapping, and that her substitution for Kwon Ji-yong on stage was merely based on an exchange of interests.

He didn't help Ran Lu debut directly, so she felt she didn't need to be as strict as Kwon Ji-yong required; she just needed to behave properly and avoid criticism.

However, after An Ru Feng discovered that she was largely responsible for their body swap, she took responsibility and tried to portray Kwon Ji Yong more closely.

Kwon Ji-yong wanted to give his fans a perfect stage, and he had been hoping that An Yeo-pung would train hard so that she could give fans a good experience when she performed for him.

However, Anru Feng was uncooperative, which annoyed him.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, An Rufeng took the initiative to train, but he wasn't so happy because it wasn't something she liked to do.

However, he didn't stop An Rufeng from doing it; he just practiced with her, not wanting to disappoint his fans.

Of course, he changed his mindset and no longer demanded that she be exactly the same as him. He told her to just do her best.

Fans knew that BB and the others were rehearsing at the 88 Sports Institute. As soon as Anru Feng and Quan Zhilong came out, they saw some fans.

Fans come here to listen to the music coming from the stadium and take pictures, unlike when they come to show their support, they don't bring any support items such as posters, light boards, letters, or homemade gifts.

Because of the obstacles, the fans were some distance away from them. When Kwon Ji-yong and the members saw the fans, they waved and paused briefly to allow them to take photos and videos before walking towards the van.

An Rufeng, wearing a baseball cap and dressed casually, followed not far from Quan Zhilong and the others.

From afar, listening to the cheers and voices of the fans, An Rufeng heard the familiar voices of her fans and subconsciously looked over, discovering a familiar fan holding a letter in her hand.

An Rufeng paused for a moment, then walked over.

Choi Seo-yeon stood in the crowd, watching Kwon Ji-yong get into the van, feeling a little disappointed.

Today is her birthday. Every year on her birthday, she writes a letter to Oppa. Today, she heard Oppa rehearsing here and wanted to give him the letter in person, but unfortunately, the distance was too far and Oppa walked too fast, so she couldn't deliver it.

It seems I can only send it to the company, but that means Oppa has even less chance of seeing it.

Just as she was feeling dejected, she suddenly felt her hand go empty. Cui Ruiyan looked up and saw An Rufeng, and was momentarily taken aback.

When she saw An Rufeng holding her letter, Cui Ruiyan's eyes lit up.

She thought she had no chance to deliver it to Oppa, but unexpectedly, her manager came over directly.

Even though Oppa might not necessarily see it, the chances of it being seen are much greater than if the letter were sent to his company.

"Thank you so much, unnie!" Choi Seo-yeon exclaimed in surprise.

An Rufeng nodded to her, glanced at the other fans and saw that none of them had any mail to take, then left.

As Cui Ruiyan watched An Rufeng walk away, she thought to herself, "Isn't the new manager pretty good?"

Some fans were too harsh on her recently, and it seems like her manager is now very cautious, even covering her newly dyed silver hair with a hat.

Anyone is bound to be unfamiliar with something when they first start doing it.

As for her overly glamorous attire and ill intentions, she now dresses simply like most of the staff, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, with a bare face, yet she still looks meticulously dressed and eye-catching. It's not her fault that she's so beautiful.

An Rufeng got into the car, and Quan Zhilong gestured for her to come over.

The members and staff were all seated, with only the seat next to Kwon Ji-yong remaining empty in the van.

An Rufeng walked straight over and sat down, handing the letter to Quan Zhilong: "Here you go."

She couldn't understand Korean very well, but she recognized his name on the envelope.

Kwon Ji-yong raised an eyebrow, smiled, took it, and said, "You're becoming more and more like a manager."

An Rufeng glanced at him: "You've given me such a great image of a dedicated professional, do you think I can fool you?"

"Aren't you going to take a look?" she said when she saw that Kwon Ji-yong had put the letter away and showed no intention of reading it.

The letters were thick, and Anru was very curious about what she had written and why she had so much to say.

There are too many letters from fans to read, and they are also very busy. Most of the letters they receive are not opened and properly preserved.

Upon hearing this, Kwon Ji-yong saw that there was only one letter and nothing in particular, so he opened it to read it.

Inside the envelope was a postcard and several photos, which Kwon Ji-yong carefully looked at one by one.

The postcard had writing on it and a picture of Kwon Ji-yong attached.

The photos are all of postcards, and you can see the words on the postcards and Kwon Ji-yong's photo. The format is the same as the only postcard in the letter.

After becoming a fan of Kwon Ji-yong, Choi Seo-yeon would send him letters every year on her birthday to express her love, share her feelings, and recount interesting things that happened in her life.

The photo was actually a postcard that Choi Seo-yeon had sent for her birthday in previous years. She knew that the letters might not be read, so she included photos of the letters she sent in previous years in her annual mailings.

In this way, once one letter is seen, all her letters from other years will be available.

As Kwon Ji-yong looked at the postcards and photos, An Ru-feng glanced at them and realized why the letters were so thick.

It turned out there was more than one letter.

She couldn't read Korean, but the postcards and photos on the postcards all had dates in Arabic numerals.

From 2007 to 2015, the handwriting on the postcards gradually changed from childish to neat and powerful, and Kwon Ji-yong's face in the photos also gradually changed from immature to mature.

Although Anru Feng did not know the specific contents of the letter, she clearly felt the profound emotions involved.

At this moment, the tenth anniversary that Kwon Ji-yong mentioned suddenly took on weight in An Ru-feng's heart.

"Now I understand why you guys disagreed with reducing the number of concerts." An Rufeng had never quite understood why Kwon Ji-yong and the others wanted to hold so many concerts; their love for the stage wasn't exactly passionate.

Now I understand a bit. There must be quite a few fans like this. What they want most is to see their idols more often, right?

Kwon Ji-yong had just put the letter away when he heard this and was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening.

Earlier, before the misunderstanding was cleared up, Ru Feng felt that the training was too tiring and he couldn't stand it. After the club president found out that he and Ru Feng would switch bodies, Ru Feng directly gave the club president a card.

I discussed it with him, hoping he wouldn't hold so many concerts. I calculated how much he could earn and suggested he deduct double or even several times the amount from her card, just so she could attend the concerts by herself.

President, the president is somewhat tempted. After all, it's not a complete cancellation. The company has already trained a new group, and they're about to enlist. Who knows what will happen to them after they get out?

But ultimately, due to his and the members' opposition, and after consideration by the president, he did not agree.

"Our fans love us so much, we can only do our best and repay them with many performances." Kwon Ji-yong put the letter away and said with a smile.

Anru Feng seemed to be deep in thought.

Previously, when she didn't practice properly according to his requirements, Kwon Ji-yong would get upset and argue with her. During rehearsals, he and the members wouldn't let go of even the smallest problems. During casual conversations, they would seriously bring up the issue of not having an encore because the maknae (youngest member) was in a good mood.

They said the fans who wanted to see the concert were satisfied and happy.

Anru Feng had heard this phrase many times, but never before had she truly felt and understood its weight as she did now.

Back at the company, the BB members practiced with Anru Feng.

BB and his team have a heavy workload. They not only have to practice old songs with new arrangements, but also songs for the new album. They also have countless schedules to catch up on, keeping them extremely busy and with almost no time to rest.

However, this is not the busiest time yet. Once the tour starts and the new album is released, there will be music promotions, TV appearances, and other commitments. I will be flying all over the world and won't have time to rest.

An Rufeng practiced with them, but stopped after a while.

Although she has almost gotten used to the high-intensity training, her physical strength is still no match for those with more than ten or twenty years of training experience, like Kwon Ji-yong.

An Rufeng walked to the corner, sat cross-legged on the ground, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She leaned her back against the full-length mirror and looked at the group of people who were still dancing.

They danced in perfect unison, completely unlike anything they'd seen on a formal stage.

Anru Feng observed that in their past concerts and performances, most of the time they each danced independently.

However, the stage presentation was excellent; the relaxed and confident feeling that came with pushing the boundaries of performance was incredibly captivating.

Kwon Ji-yong, in particular, commands the stage with ease, giving people a unique feeling. His effortless stage presence makes his presence an irreplaceable and unique mark.

An Rufeng frowned. How could she achieve perfection in such a short time? How could she replicate it?

"What's bothering you?" A voice rang in my ears.

An Rufeng looked up and was caught off guard by Quan Zhilong's bright eyes.

He was squatting in front of me, smiling.

Kwon Ji-yong was very close to her, and An Ru-feng could feel the heat from his workout.

His black training uniform was soaked with sweat, clinging to his muscular chest and outlining the subtle lines of his muscles.

Sweat dripped from the ends of his hair, reflecting the light from the overhead lamp, and slid down his neck to that sensitive area.

Anru Feng's gaze followed the beads of sweat uncontrollably, watching them slide across the shadow of her chin and stop at her Adam's apple.

An Ru Feng stared at Quan Zhilong without saying a word.

She didn't notice that her face was flushed from exercise, making it look especially alluring, and her pink lips were even more luscious from lack of oxygen, like blooming cherry blossoms.

Kwon Ji-yong, who was squatting in front of her, couldn't help but fix his gaze on An Joo-bong's lips.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, itching slightly.

Why isn't Ru Feng his girlfriend yet? I really want to kiss her.

An Rufeng looked at his slightly throbbing Adam's apple and suddenly had the urge to reach out and touch it.

Just as An Rufeng raised her hand to touch that warm spot, Quan Zhilong coughed lightly and repeated his question: "What are you bothered by?"

An Rufeng snapped out of her daze, stopped what she was doing, turned around and sat sideways, her head resting against the mirror: "It's annoying that you're too outstanding."

"Mo?" Kwon Ji-yong's eyes widened slightly.

“Your stage performance is so excellent, I’m wondering how I could achieve that,” An Rufeng explained.

Kwon Ji-yong was taken aback. Seeing her calm tone, he knew she didn't mean to ask for help; she was just casually sharing her thoughts. As for what to do, she had her own plans.

Quan Zhilong's ears turned red, and he felt a little uncomfortable. An Rufeng's bluntness was always unexpected.

He coughed and said, "Don't feel pressured, things are already very good."

Kwon Ji-yong's words were not meant to comfort An Joo-bong.

An Rufeng already had a good foundation in dance. After changing her original dancing habits, she showed great talent. With Kwon Ji-yong's personal guidance, she has already mastered seven or eight tenths of his essence.

Will the fans be satisfied?

"Yes, they will." Kwon Ji-yong said confidently. She had done her best, and the fans would feel it.

"Yeah?"

"As long as you put your heart into it, the fans will be satisfied."

Kwon Ji-yong also sat down, sitting opposite her, and imitating her, leaning his head against the mirror.

Two pairs of eyes looked at each other from a distance of ten centimeters.

The room's stereo was playing music from the new album, one song after another, each with a different style and a wide range of genres.

The two listened to the music quietly, neither of them speaking.

"Do you think our fans will like our new album?" Kwon Ji-yong suddenly asked.

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"Why?" Quan Zhilong couldn't help but ask when he saw that An Rufeng answered without hesitation.

Even he wasn't so sure that fans would like him.

"Because you created them all with your heart."

"The style range this time is very wide. If fans like it, is it because they are fans? If other people like it, is it because many fans like it, due to herd mentality?"

Kwon Ji-yong was stunned as soon as he said it.

For some reason, Kwon Ji-yong always felt that he could easily open up to An Yeo-feng.

However, Kwon Ji-yong didn't mind and seemed quite comfortable with it.

"That is also the 'masses' you created. Every song is your self-expression, and it sets a trend after its release."

Unlike other idols' songs, Kwon Ji-yong's songs break away from the traditional image of idols. The lyrics are centered on self-expression and explore what he personally wants to explore.

"If I lead the 'masses' out in the future, will I lose my special qualities and become ordinary?" Kwon Ji-yong lowered his eyes and spoke softly, as if he were talking to himself.

An Rufeng rested her chin on her hand and leaned against the mirror. Upon hearing this, she slightly raised her head and said matter-of-factly, "Of course not."

Kwon Ji-yong raised his eyes and stared intently at An Joo-feng: "Why?"

"Because the music you pursue and love is not the kind of industrialized thing, but something you write with your heart and soul, and your true self will not wither away in the applause."

Kwon Ji-yong's eyes trembled slightly.

He was about to say something when he suddenly heard An Rufeng sigh.

"What's wrong?" Kwon Ji-yong asked with concern.

"I'm wondering if I should pursue something? Like you."

Why do you say that?

"I realized that I had nothing to strive for, my life was disorganized, and I wasn't working towards any goals."

From childhood to adulthood, she has never been persistent in accomplishing anything or pursuing perfection.

She seems to only have a short attention span for many things; once she's tried or learned something, it loses its appeal.

These days, An Rufeng has witnessed Quan Zhilong's love and pursuit of music, his unwavering dedication, and An Rufeng suddenly realized that she seems to have no pursuit in life.

A look of confusion crossed An Rufeng's eyes, and she asked in a puzzled tone, "Is my current lifestyle, without any life goals, the right one?"

Kwon Ji-yong leaned forward slightly, closer to An Ru-feng: "This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just two different lifestyles. Anyone is free to choose their way of life. 'Not choosing to pursue' is itself one of those choices."

Kwon Ji-yong reached out, his slender fingers slowly running through her falling hair, gently entwining the ends, his tone soft, "Ru Feng, what about you? Are you an experiential type?"

Kwon Ji-yong's voice was unhurried, "Taking a walk in the breeze, gazing at beautiful scenery, chatting with travelers you meet, feeling the warmth of a fallen leaf and a flower, making new friends, learning things that interest you, and drawing what you think of—is this your current lifestyle? Are you happy?"

“Happiness.” An Rufeng nodded lightly. “But wouldn’t such a life be meaningless and worthless?”

"Existence itself has meaning. Just like a tree or a flower, growing in nature, simply existing is already a landscape."

Kwon Ji-yong gazed at An Ru-feng with gentle focus, a smile playing on his lips. "Ru-feng, who doesn't pursue anything, is like a light, graceful, and beautiful cloud, drifting freely in the sky, choosing whether or not to become rain. Do you like this state?"

An Rufeng looked at Kwon Ji-yong with sparkling eyes: "I like him."

Kwon Ji-yong's eyes sparkled as he looked at An Yeo-feng: "I like it too."

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body in an instant, and An Rufeng's heart pounded like thunder, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

Her gaze fell on Kwon Ji-yong's smiling lips, and she whispered, "I want to kiss you, what should I do?"