Chapter 24 Zhilong wants to tell Yien if he is bullied!
After returning home, the naturally perceptive Ye-en started to think more and more that something was wrong. She scooped a spoonful of cake into her mouth, her cheeks filled with the sweet cake, and she looked dazed because of thinking.
Li Zhen put the kimchi made by Han Lanji into the refrigerator. After two years of getting along with each other, their two families have become very casual. Today I will go to your house to get some kimchi, and tomorrow you will come to my house to get some cakes.
When they are busy, they will just throw their children to the next room, the main feature of which is shared childcare.
So when Ye-eun packed the water chestnut cakes into the box and said she was going to go next door, she nodded without even looking up, "Be careful, and come back soon."
Yien just responded with "Yes" when she was called.
"Hey, wait, wait, this is for Aunt Lan Ji." She poured the five-red soup that had been simmering for an hour into the thermos box, "Be careful not to pour it out."
Ye-eun took the insulated box, holding the soup in one hand and the pastry in the other. She couldn't pat her chest and could only assure loudly: "Mom, leave it to me!"
Watching her daughter go out like a little penguin, Li Zhen smiled dotingly. Maybe in a few years, she would have to cook five-red soup for the little girl.
She turned around and glanced at the chamomile that was blooming in the vase in the corner. She was stunned for a second, then squatted down and stared at it for two seconds. Finally, she reached out and touched its petals.
That person may have seen the daisy on Ye-en’s original poster in the store, but bought chamomile instead.
She frowned, but couldn't help laughing the next moment.
Yien didn't know that her mother behind her was thinking about a bouquet of flowers. She had something in both hands, her face was serious and her eyes were determined.
"Aunt Lan Ji, please open the door for Yi Eun!" She shouted twice at the closed door, but no one answered. She called again, "Uncle Ying Huan, please open the door for Yi Eun," but there was no response either.
Ye-eun was not in a hurry. She walked back steadily from the stairs, took a deep breath, held the things steadily with both hands, looked up at the window of Quan Zhilong's room and called: "Zhilong! Open the door!"
The honorifics in the childish voice were unceremoniously turned into plain language.
Quan Zhilong bent his knees, knelt on the table in front of his window, and leaned half of his body to look outside. The little kid downstairs was holding something in his hands and was just waiting for him to open the door. He sighed and replied, "I'm coming, Yeen, wait a minute!"
He hurriedly opened the door and ran downstairs. As soon as he opened the door, Quan Zhilong took the things from Yien's hand and glanced at them curiously. "What are you holding?"
Ye-eun squatted beside Quan Zhilong and opened one of the boxes. Inside were five square water chestnut cakes, which looked as translucent as crystal. She used the small fork inside to divide the cakes into four portions, with a serious look on her face: "One piece for uncle, one piece for aunt, one piece for Domi-unnie, and two pieces for Zhilong."
"What about this?" Quan Zhilong was so pleased with Ye Eun's fairness that he raised his hand to take a piece of water chestnut cake and took a bite. The glutinous texture made him shake with joy, "Is this for me too?"
He pointed to another incubator.
"No, my mom asked me to bring it to my aunt." Ye-eun bent her waist back, searching for her aunt with her bright eyes, "Where's my aunt?"
Quan Zhilong curled his lips and looked upstairs, "In Noona's room. I've been with Noona all day today."
I don’t know what happened. My mother was busy all day, sighing, shaking her head, and occasionally wiping away tears. When I asked her, she said she was still young and went to see Nuna, but Nuna just lay on the bed and ignored me. Even my father suddenly went out and said he wanted to buy something. He carried the incubator and walked up with Ye-eun, "Let's go and take a look."
Quan Duomei's door was ajar, and faint sounds of conversation could be heard through the gap. Kwon Ji-yong's hands were busy. He looked down at Ye-eun and motioned for her to knock on the door.
With just one look, Ye-en understood. She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door. Her voice when she called her aunt sounded soft and sticky. "Ye-en, can you come in? My mom asked me to bring something to my aunt."
There was a response from inside, and the two walked in holding hands. Han Lanji took the incubator from Quan Zhilong and went to the table with an apologetic smile on her face, "Auntie forgot about it. Thank you for your hard work, Yien."
Kwon Da-mi was curled up on the bed, holding her stomach with her hands, with some sweat on her face. Kwon Ji-yong and Ye-eun were both shocked.
“What’s wrong with Noona/Unnie!?” The two asked in unison, each more anxious than the other. Ye-eun knelt on one knee beside Kwon Da-mi’s bed, tears welling up in her eyes because of worry. “Da-mi unnie, are you sick?”
Kwon Duomei's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Although she felt warm in her heart when she heard her brother and sister's concern, her body still felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to die. She spoke with a weak breath and it seemed that she used up all her strength to say every word.
"It's okay, don't be afraid." Although Han Lanji was also worried about her daughter, dysmenorrhea is something that varies from person to person, and the two children were still young, so it was difficult for her to explain.
However, Ye-eun was worried and raised her hand to hold Kwon Da-mi's hand. Da-mi's hand was icy cold and Ye-eun burst into tears. "Ouni, why are your hands so cold... Are you, are you okay?"
This scared Quan Zhilong quite a bit.
Although he said that Nuna bullied him every day, he also remembered clearly all the good things Nuna had done to him.
Kwon Ji-yong followed Ye-eun and lay on top of Kwon Da-mi, held her hand and touched it, and it was indeed terribly cold! The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the atmosphere at home was strange today. He cried heartbreakingly, "Nuna, you can't get into trouble! We haven't completed our Pokémon game yet!"
He was thinking about the cute Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle in his game console. If something happened to Noona, would he have to let Yeen, a little fool who couldn't even pass the first level of Mario, accompany him to raise the Pokémon?
Quan Zhilong was overwhelmed with grief for a moment, and he pressed his head on Quan Duomei's belly and cried, "Nuna, you must be okay, otherwise what will happen to our elves..."
The two children were so playful that Han Lanji had just opened the lid of the incubator when she heard them "cursing" in unison. Her son, in particular, thought his sister was sick and all he cared about was the game! ?
She just said that game consoles are harmful things!
Quan Duomei, who was being "cared for", felt her forehead twitching because of the crying of the two fools, but she felt much better because her stomach was pressed by her younger brother. She felt helpless and amused, raised her hand and pressed her brother's head harder on her stomach, "Step on the ball, please squeeze more!? (Shut up, do you want to die?)"
Ye-eun's crying stopped instantly, but she couldn't stop sobbing. She tried hard to control her body that was shaking from crying so hard, wiped her wet eyes, and ignored the struggling Quan Zhilong. Her eyes were full of Quan Damei, "Are you really okay, unnie?"
Quan Zhilong was controlled by his sister, and his thoughts suddenly changed. Damn it, let this sister be sick for a few more days. How could she suppress me even when she was sick!
Many years later, when he saw a word called "bloodline suppression", Quan Zhilong silently gave it a thumbs up.
But now he just felt that every time Domina had some kind of magical power, no matter how noisy he was, she could easily control him.
"Okay, you guys go out. Duomei is really fine, she just needs to rest. By the way, Yien, thank your mother for me." The two people who had already lived their sister's life in their minds were driven out of the room by Han Lanji the next moment. One wiped her tears and the other rubbed her head. It took them less than a minute to adjust to the complex emotions of "about to lose her sister."
Kwon Ji-yong holds the Famicom and opens "Pokémon Red and Green". Is this God's will? The game released on Yi-en's birthday will eventually be taken over by Yi-en?
He called up the game interface, and the protagonist named "Red" jumped out, with a red fire dragon beside him also appearing. Ah, it’s all red, is this really Ye-eun’s game?
However, when he saw Ye-eun lose the battle to Qinglu in just a few seconds, Kwon Ji-yong closed his eyes and said, Noona, I'm here to save you! Hold on!
He rushed upstairs to Noona's room again, but within a minute he ran downstairs again in despair, "Ye-eun, let's go to your house!"
Woo woo woo, my mom and Noona said that I can save Noona if I stay quiet now, and my mom said she doesn’t have time to cook tonight, so I can go to Yeen’s house for a meal.
He was actually said to be noisy, which really made him sad! Quan Zhilong wiped his dry eyes, wiped away non-existent tears, and angrily stuffed the two pieces of water chestnut cakes belonging to Ouma and Nuna into his mouth. This was Zhilong's revenge!
With a bulging mouth, he still wanted to take the last piece of cake that belonged to him. Looking at the box with only one piece of water chestnut cake left, Quan Zhilong nodded with satisfaction. Now he is about to run away from home and go to Yien's house!
I will definitely not disturb Noona! Kwon Ji-yong held the Famicom and took Yi-eun's hand and strode out of the house.
One person goes out, two people come back, and even brings a game console with them?
Li Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After finding out the reason, she understood the amazing thought processes of these two children.
Compared to Han Lanji who hesitates in front of her children, she has no sense of shame about menstruation and is happy to give her children correct scientific knowledge.
She used simple words to explain to the two ignorant children that menstruation is a normal physiological metabolism of women. After that, Ye-eun blinked her big eyes and seemed to understand. The older Quan Zhilong asked curiously, "Then can the soup that auntie gave to my mother make Noona less painful?"
Li Zhen shook her head and nodded, "Aunt doesn't know either. Maybe if you take good care of it, it will get better."
When she came to Korea, she discovered that although Koreans also have the concept of health preservation, they are extremely fond of iced drinks. No matter men or women, young or old, in spring, summer, autumn or winter, do not drink warm water. Perhaps the reason why Duomei, who has a poor physical condition, suffered such severe pain during her first menstruation may be related to her lifestyle habits.
Quan Zhilong nodded thoughtfully and decided to take good care of Nuna when she was feeling uncomfortable every month.
Of course, he will take good care of Ye-eun in the future!
Kwon Ji-yong clenched his fists, and the little gentleman of Itaewon began to take shape.
It’s just that now this little gentleman can’t even take care of himself. Yi Eun finally remembered why she went to see Kwon Ji-yong with the pastries. She hugged her knees, looked curiously at Kwon Ji-yong's left arm, which seemed a little slow even when he was playing games, and raised her hand to poke the place where she had punched him in the afternoon.
It was fast, accurate, and powerful, and instantly made Quan Zhilong exclaim, "Ye Eun, what are you doing!?"
He covered his arm, carefully avoiding Yien's inquiring gaze. Obviously, my mom didn't notice it, so how did Yien know!
"Jilong, have you been bullied?" Yien knelt on the ground, grabbed Quan Zhilong's arm, and pulled up his sleeves despite his objections. Sure enough, a small bruise appeared in her eyes.
Quan Zhilong turned around in panic, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Li Zhen still busy in the kitchen. He pulled down the sleeve that Ye Eun had pushed up, and the bruise was covered under the clothes again. "No, who would bully me?"
Yien stared at him without saying anything.
Quan Zhilong said with a guilty conscience: "Really? I touched it by accident!"
Yien still didn't say anything, her eyes narrowed slightly, staring at him intently.
"Jin Jia! Why would I lie to you..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and he finally told the truth amid Yi En's suspicious "hmm~", "Okay, I didn't hit it myself."
Quan Zhilong put down the handle and looked at the kitchen again. While his aunt was still busy cooking, he turned around and whispered to Ye-eun, "You must not tell your aunt, or my mom, dad, or Noona!"
He was afraid that his parents would stop allowing him to attend S/M training if they found out.
Quan Zhilong crossed his legs and propped up his chin with his arms, "It was at S/M, a senior accidentally bumped into me..."
He lowered his head and didn't look at Ye-eun. It was nothing to be wronged. When he entered elementary school, he gradually began to understand what the relationship between seniors and juniors was. Just when he was being looked at tenderly by a child younger than himself, he could feel tears about to flow out because of the other person's sensitivity, "Senior, you didn't mean it, didn't mean it..."
Yien is a kid who can kick back a boy who is five or six years older than her when she is surrounded by strangers. She can't understand why someone would not fight back immediately after being bullied, or even not tell her parents about it.
"You need to know how to complain like me! You see, if you are bullied, you should fight back, and then go to your mom and cry!" She reenacted the scene of kicking someone, exaggeratedly clenching her fists and wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, "That's it!"
Quan Zhilong, who was about to burst into tears, was amused by her. How could he still remember it so clearly after such a long time? "But I'm not sure if that senior did it on purpose. He said sorry to me."
And...and respecting your seniors is only natural. This is what the teachers at school and the seniors at the company said.
He changed his position, lying directly on the floor, looking sideways at Ye-eun. Yien simply pushed the game console on the ground and lay down next to Quan Zhilong.
Li Zhen heard that the living room seemed to have quieted down. She looked outside and saw two children lying on the ground, holding hands and whispering. She shook her head helplessly and said, "Okay, you don't have to mop the floor today."
After Ye Eun held his hand, Kwon Ji-yong, who was lying on his stomach, began to express his thoughts in a low voice.
Just like their previous interpretation of the word “most”, adults may treat them perfunctorily because they are young, but children will have their own way of getting along with others.
Because of their similar age, they will treasure what the other person says in their hearts.
"I am really happy to go to training. I can learn many new things." He grabbed Ye-eun's hand and moved towards her, lifting his legs and shaking them comfortably. "I am as happy as Ye-eun learning ballet. No, I am happier than Ye-eun."
Yien held his hand without saying anything, then leaned on her arm and turned her head to look at him.
"But, it's tiring to clean up the practice room for the seniors in advance, and it's tiring to run errands for the seniors..." He buried his face in his arms, facing the darkness, and his tears finally flowed, "It's also sad to be scolded by the seniors sometimes, even though I didn't do anything."
How could Kwon Ji-yong, who is already a meticulous person, not realize that some seniors just don't like him? However, in the company, seniors have the right to order juniors around.
It would be nice if every senior was like the one I met after the first training session. He thought that he should also work hard to become a good senior in the future.
"But this is very normal in Korea." Kwon Ji-yong's tears dripped down his cheeks to the floor. The lying position made him feel very safe. “The seniors have taken good care of me because I’m young.”
The trainees who were older than him did more work and were ordered by their seniors to wash clothes with cold water in winter. No matter what they did, they were always squeezed in last. He knew it was unreasonable, but sometimes he would feel "dark" relief, glad that he was still young and his seniors would not be too harsh on him.
At an age when he cannot express many profound truths, he has been able to vaguely understand the rules of this society because of his intelligence and sensitivity. When he was still very weak, he could only blend into it, or pretend to blend into it, like a drop of water.
"The joy of class far outweighs the tiredness and sadness," Quan Zhilong rubbed his wet eyes with his arm, turned his head and smiled at Yien as if nothing had happened, "So Yien, please don't tell the adults, I still want to keep practicing in the company."
Although he was smiling, he couldn't hide his lonely look. Only then did he slowly begin to understand what his mother meant by "apple". Since he had agreed with his mother that he would stick to it, he would not complain to her about these trivial matters.
Yien listened carefully. For her, her mother had taught her since she was a child that if she was bullied, she should fight back; if she was scolded, she should scold back; and if she really couldn't solve the problem, she should go home and complain. She also couldn't understand how a brother who taught her how to fight back when scolded could so easily internalize the other person's unreasonable behavior.
It obviously hurts, the bruises on my arms, and my heart is inexplicably hated for no reason.
Yi Eun held Kwon Ji-yong's hand tightly. Having been scolded for no reason before, she felt that she could empathize with him.
However, she understood the seriousness in Quan Zhilong's tone, and she nodded solemnly, "Yes, Ye En will never tell my mother and the others!"
She cannot stand her sister being bullied, but can accept being disciplined by society. She always feels that Zhilong will be hurt in the future because of his excessive sense of responsibility.
Li Zhen, who was curious about what the two kids were talking about, heard what Quan Zhilong said as soon as she came out. She felt distressed and sad. The deep-rooted hierarchy in South Korea has long been like a stubborn disease that is difficult to eradicate. She sighed slightly.
In fact, both children have rebellious sides in their hearts, but one of them will adapt to reality and sensitively restrain his or her edge. The other one stubbornly sticks to his bottom line, doesn't care about the eyes of others, and is best at rushing through disciplines.
It's the exact opposite of how they walk.
Li Zhen approached silently and left silently. Only when he returned to the kitchen did he shout to them as if nothing had happened, "Come and eat! Zhilong, finish your meal quickly and bring some back."
Half of the food on the table is what Ye Eun-ae likes to eat, and the other half is what Kwon Ji-yong likes to eat. The two sat side by side. Ye-en had stopped using the baby dining table last year, but the chopsticks she used were still baby chopsticks.
Li Zhen smiled and served the dishes to the two of them, and the children thanked her politely. She propped up her chin and looked at the child who was smiling again because of the delicious food, and her heart softened.
No matter how the children grow up, their parents will always protect them with cherishment and love.
As Quan Zhilong was eating, he met his aunt's gentle gaze. He smiled shyly and lowered his head to eat again.
"Zhilong, take this with you." Li Zhen put the lunch box in Quan Zhilong's hand and put the spray into his other hand. "Didn't you accidentally bump into it at your aunt's house today? Tell my mom and dad and ask them to rub the medicine on you."
She bent down and smiled at the two confused children, "If you accidentally bump into something, don't hide it by yourself. Tell your parents. I don't want to tell them the specific situation, but at least let them know where you were injured."
Li Zhen gently touched Quan Zhilong's head. This little boy who was very caring towards Yi Eun was like another child to her. "Also, you can chat with Yi Eun more like we did today, okay?"
"Yes, yes!" Ye-eun nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice, "Every time I feel sad, I tell my mom. After I tell her, I don't feel sad anymore!"
Quan Zhilong pursed his lips and lowered his head to hide the tears in his eyes, and the ripples in his pupils moved slightly. After a few seconds, he raised his head and nodded heavily, "Yes, I'll tell Ye'en about it later. Hehe, I hope Ye'en doesn't find me annoying."
"Of course not!" Ye-eun wanted to rush over and hug Quan Zhilong, but his hands were full of things. She could only imitate her mother and tiptoed to touch Quan Zhilong's head gently. "Ye-eun doesn't find Zhilong annoying."
She pinched a strand of hair out of Quan Zhilong's head. She covered her mouth and laughed secretly. When she met Quan Zhilong's gaze, she put her hand down and adjusted her expression, "Ahem, Zhilong, go back quickly. Unnie and the others are going to be hungry."
After returning home, Quan Zhilong put the food on the dining table, looked up and shouted towards the second floor, "Mom, Noona, Dad, come down and eat!"
He raised his hand to smooth out the ahoge on his head. Yien, the little fool, thought he didn't notice.
Quan Zhilong held the medicine given by his aunt and ran upstairs on tiptoe with brisk steps. He imitated Yien's usual coquettish manner and said, "Mom, I accidentally bumped into something. Come and help me apply the medicine. It hurts!"
Han Lanji let out an "ah", pulled open Quan Zhilong's sleeve and saw a purple bruise. She began to grumble with concern, "Why are you so careless? It must hurt! Why don't you let your aunt apply the medicine for you? Why must mom apply the medicine? Why are all of you like this? You asked your sister to have a good rest, but you insisted that I tell you a story. You're so old and still need to be coaxed to sleep..."
My mom's words were full of happy worries. Quan Zhilong and Nuna, who was leaning against the wall weakly, looked at each other and said, "I want my mom! I want my mom!"
"Mom, I know!" Ye-en pricked up her ears and listened carefully to her mother's words, trying hard to remember every word her mother said, "Ye-en is really good at pretending to cry!"
She clenched her fists with a determined expression, "This is a fight for the Dragon!"
Han Lanji squatted in front of Quan Zhilong and spoke casually, not wanting her son to know that Li Zhen had told her everything. She looked directly into her son's eyes and said, "You must practice happily today as well. After the training, mom will come to pick you and Yien up immediately."
Quan Zhilong nodded, turned his head and looked at Ye-eun who was still talking to her aunt and sighed, "Ye-eun is so slow today."
However, after entering the company, he found that Yi-eun was not only slow today, but also very strange. "Ye-eun, you are in the wrong place. You are in class downstairs."
Kwon Ji-yong put a finger against Ye-eun's head. He is a head taller than Ye-eun and suddenly saw this move in a TV series recently. He tried it and sure enough, Ye-eun was unable to move.
His eyes curved into a crescent shape, "You've been here so many times but you still don't remember? Or do you want to secretly go see Xijun again? He's not here. I haven't seen him for a long time."
Ye-eun's head was pressed against her, but she didn't force herself to move forward. She squatted down and got out from under his arm, mumbling, "I just went to the practice room, and the unnies said that training hasn't started yet. Zhilong always comes so early, so I'll accompany you today."
Alas, Yien pulled the bag in front of her, lowered her head and took out two milk candies from it, and thought that Zhilong would not eat this now, so she changed it to two strawberry candies, "Here, today's candy."
She pressed the elevator button and muttered to herself in her mind, "Let's see what the situation is. If someone bullies Zhilong today, I will pretend to cry, because trainees like them are very concerned about their reputation and are afraid of being labeled as 'bullies'."
She remembered clearly what her mother said, but she didn’t understand a lot of it, such as “face”, “bullying”, etc. But in the end, her mother said that she just had to perform normally. After all, Ye-en is good at acting like a spoiled child and making complaints. This is a talent that belongs only to Ye-en. Not only can she fight back, but she can also make others feel sorry for her.
Hehe, Yien laughed out loud while biting a strawberry candy, and only took her mother's words as a compliment.
Quan Zhilong glanced at Yien who suddenly smiled foolishly, and couldn't help but raised his hand to pull her cheek again, "What do you want to do?"
"Secret!" Ye-eun raised her hand and said "hush", her eyes full of mystery, "You'll know in a moment!"
At eight o'clock, the teachers had not started work yet, but a group of trainees had already finished the first phase of practice for the day in the practice room.
The company had already determined the first wave of debutants two months ago, but still gave them another chance to fight for it. However, until last week, no one had made it to the debut position again, and it was confirmed that there were no more debut spots. Some people chose to look for other ways out, while others chose to try harder, maybe they would be selected for the next group?
Kim Jin-do is a member of the former, and this week is his last week in S/M. Ever since it was confirmed that he would not be able to debut in the group that was to be launched this year, he has begun preparing for his exit.
But you should work hard in the last week and not waste your time. He smiled at Quan Zhilong, and was stunned when he saw the obviously younger girl behind him, "Why is there another child?"
The other trainees didn't care when they heard it. They turned around to take a look and then went back to their own work.
Several of the trainees looked at each other and raised their chins towards the cloth in the corner of the practice room. After knowing that they would not be able to debut, they began to vent their anger on the younger generations.
The older ones are asked to wash clothes with cold water in winter and help clean the toilet every day. The younger ones are only asked to do simple chores such as mopping the floor and picking up things. Of course, sometimes in the practice room, because I couldn't bear the failure and got angry, I would pretend to accidentally bump into this person or kick that person.
As soon as the other party winked, Quan Zhilong immediately put down his bag and placed it in the corner of the practice room, trotted over and took out a piece of cloth with familiarity. With a look from his seniors, he knew that he had to wipe the sweat stains on the floor to facilitate the next round of practice.
Unexpectedly, Ye-eun, who had been following behind obediently, cleverly shifted her gaze from the friendliest Kim Jin-do to other people with different expressions, and finally fixed her gaze on the trainees who raised their chins.
Then he shouted, "Zhilong, I'm here to help you too!", ran over happily, squatted next to Quan Zhilong, and said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "This way, Zhilong won't be so tired that he can't even lift his arms every time he comes home from practice!"
Kwon Ji-yong moved his ears, not knowing whether Yi-eun did it intentionally or unintentionally. But when he saw other people turning their eyes to him, he nervously tried to pull the cloth back and whispered, "Stop playing, Ye-en, please come downstairs. I can do it myself."
How can Yien, a kid, help? Mopping the floor looks easy and fun, but it is actually very tiring. It requires exertion from the knees, waist, and arms. Every time he starts class, he is exhausted and sweating.
However, Ye-eun pressed the cloth down. She placed her hands on the half-dry cloth, the front heels of her little red shoes pressed tightly against the ground, and she rushed forward quickly on all fours with her butt sticking out, "Oppas, make way, make way! Ye-eun is here to mop the floor!"
Her monkey-like movements stunned everyone present. Quan Zhilong was even more stunned as he stared at her as she rushed towards the few hiongs who were usually the most aggressive towards him, and wiped their feet with a dirty rag.
“Lift your feet, lift your feet!” Ye-eun’s voice was childish, but the words she said were infuriating, “Oppa’s soles are too dirty, move aside!”
It seemed that she was not very good at the work, and the rag in her hand even floated onto their legs from time to time.
The wet and dirty rag almost touched them. Several people poked their cheeks unhappily and said, "Hey, kid, go wipe over there, let him do it over here."
The direction of his finger was towards Quan Zhilong. Even though he had ordered this child around so many times, he couldn't remember what the child's name was. On the contrary, as long as you shout "Hey", the group of juniors will all look over here obediently, right?
Ye-eun turned to look at Quan Zhilong who was jogging over, then looked up at the trainee in front of her innocently, "But it's dirty here, Ye-eun will clean it up! Zhilong, you go over there, the two of us can do it quickly together!"
The innocent look made it hard to tell whether she was cursing or not. The trainee felt the rag approaching his shoes and calves again, and was so angry that he was speechless, "Ah, you did it on purpose?"
"It's so dirty, so dirty!" The man in front of her was so angry that she turned the cloth in her hand to another person, "It's too dirty! Oppas should pay attention to hygiene. No wonder my mom said that people who look clean on the outside may be very sloppy..."
"Look at this cloth, it's all black! Oppas, you must pay attention to hygiene and clean up after practice. Just like my mom said, you should do your own things. Oppas, you should mop the floor during practice so that it won't become pitch black..." She talked a lot to several people while sticking her butt out, until she noticed from the corner of her eye that she had made several people so angry that their faces looked ugly. She immediately took the dirty rag and ran back to the corner where the basin was.
Because the cloth was too big, her little hands couldn't wring it dry, so she could only hold the dripping cloth and jog to the people who were glaring at her, "Oppa, Ye-eun can't wring it dry, can you help me wring it out? My mom said that I should ask the brothers and sisters for help in the company, they are all very kind people."
I am speechless. She just put herself on the fire like that... She is so young, is she doing it on purpose? ?
Veins on the foreheads of several people were about to pop out. Other trainees who had also been bullied lowered their heads to try not to laugh out loud. Even Jin Zhendao couldn't help but turn his face to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.
Dirty water dripped down from the cloth again, and the floor that had been wiped fairly clean became dirtier than at the beginning. Ye-eun frowned exaggeratedly, "Ah, it's dirty again! Oppas..."
She sighed deeply. The child, who was less than 1.2 meters tall, looked up at the 1.8-meter-tall guys and talked so fast that no one could interrupt her. "Oppa, you should take it quickly next time. Really, it was all in vain again!"
She has imitated her mother's occasional complaining tone so well that to others it sounds like an elder scolding a child.
Jin Zhendao laughed softly, and finally came over to take the cloth from Yien's hand and wrung it out in the basin, "Oppa, do it yourself, kid, you go and have a rest over there."
Ye-eun's eyes were full of stars, "Wow, thank you, Oppa! But let Ye-eun come, my mom said, don't bother others with your own affairs!"
She took the cloth, got back on all fours, and scurried past Quan Zhilong, who was squatting and mopping the floor, boasting, "Zhilong, look! It's so clean here!"
The place she was talking about was where Jin Zhendao and several other trainees were standing. Kwon Ji-yong carefully glanced at the trainees' expressions, and finally realized that Yi-eun was here to "support" him today. When the two of them were together, he suddenly straightened his back, imitated Yi-eun's posture, and rushed out quickly with his butt sticking out.
"Yeah, really, why is this side so much cleaner than that side!"
With such sarcastic words over and over again, how could anyone not tell that she did it on purpose?
They were so angry that one of the trainees, who always "accidentally touched" the juniors' toes when they were mopping the floor, wanted to repeat the same trick again, so he walked up to the two of them and moved his feet.
He exchanged a glance with a few friends who were standing in the corner watching the show with their chests folded. The malice that flashed in their eyes stunned Jin Zhendao.
While he was a trainee, he also signed up for a TV station's talent show. Although he had heard that some trainees would order their juniors around and even fight with them occasionally, could they be so cruel to a kid who only reached their waist when he stood up?
Kwon Ji-yong could tell at a glance that he wanted to kick him again, and this time he even wanted to kick Ye-eun as well!
"What are you doing!" His pupils dilated and he wanted to stand up and stop him. However, the next moment, with a "bang", the trainee just raised his foot and Ye-eun rushed over as if his butt was burned, "Ahhh, get out of the way, it's too slippery, Ye-eun can't control it!"
The sound of fear in her mouth was totally inconsistent with the smile on her face. She pushed the rag with both hands and aimed it at the foot where he was standing. The trainee who raised her foot to kick him had her last leg used to stabilize her center of gravity knocked down in an instant, and she fell on her butt with a bang.
His coccyx was hit and his face turned pale in pain. He became even angrier when he heard the nasty kid in front of him apologizing with a bitter face and crying voice.
“My, my, Ye-eun didn’t mean it!” Ye-eun gave Quan Zhilong a look, and Quan Zhilong understood what she meant. He pulled the man’s hand that was about to slap him, and apologized with an apologetic look on his face, “Hiong, I’m so sorry! Our Ye-eun is too young. I won’t let her help me in the future. Don’t be angry!”
Ye-eun wiped away the non-existent tears, raised her eyes and saw the other person's physiological tears due to pain, and an idea came to her. Holding the rag in her hand, she wiped it on the other person's face, "Oppa, don't cry! It must hurt. Yeen will help you wipe your tears!"
"Ugh..." The trainee whose face was covered with the smelly rag was about to vomit. His anger suppressed the pain. He pushed the two children away with both hands and raised his hands to swipe towards Ye'en's face.
"Don't go too far!" Jin Zhendao strode over. What's the big deal about hitting a child?
The wind was blown up by his waving motion. When Jin Zhendao suddenly grabbed the other person's hand, Yien's ears moved and she heard the sound coming from outside the door. She knelt on the ground decisively, hugged the angry man and begged, "Oppa! Yien knows I'm wrong!"
She cried heart-wrenchingly, with tears falling down in big drops. She looked extremely pitiful, but her hands did not forget to grab the corner of Quan Zhilong's clothes.
Kwon Ji-yong also knelt on his other side and hugged his other leg according to Yi-eun's action, crying and twisting a small piece of his muscle hard, letting you kick me several times!
"Hiong, we really know we were wrong! We will clean the house properly next time, Hiong, don't be angry anymore!" Kwon Ji-yong wiped his tears and snot on his legs and used more force.
The pain in his leg made the already angry trainee even angrier. He tried to pull his hand back from Jin Zhendao's hand. However, when things got to this point, everyone else rushed over, some stopping him and some trying to persuade him. Even his best friend began to act as a peacemaker and said earnestly, "Forget it, forget it, they are still young, just forget it this time."
It's not that they suddenly changed their personalities, it's just that it won't benefit anyone if the matter gets out. If word gets out that they're bullying their juniors, even those who are less than ten years old, it's unclear whether they can continue to be trainees, let alone debut.
Several people exchanged glances, but the already furious man would not listen to any advice. His legs were twisted fiercely and his hands were held tightly by others. He just felt extremely wronged.
Why? Isn’t it normal for seniors to ask juniors to do something? ? Isn’t this how I got here too? ?
The door was suddenly pushed open at this moment. Li Xiuman frowned as he looked at the mess inside. After deciding on the debut candidates, he might not come to the practice room once a month. He didn't expect that as soon as he arrived, he saw a tall trainee from his company slapping two children.
The sound of the two children hugging the trainee and crying for mercy made him frown. To be honest, he didn't care much about the little fights among the trainees, but if they were so arrogant before their debut, who knows what kind of trouble would happen in the future.
The company is not doing charity and is too lazy to clean up the mess for an artist who has no talent, good looks, or personality.
Yi Eun was in tears, and little pearls dripped down her cheeks to the floor. She looked up and made eye contact with Choi Sung Hee who was behind Li Xiuman, "Ouni, you really brought Agassi here!" Ye-eun was almost scared to death! Don’t be late next time!
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