Chapter 41 Ye-eun: I have someone I like!
"The director asked me to carry the cat to work, but I don't get along well with that cat at all!" Quan Baoer's voice came from the receiver of the flip phone. Her clear voice could not hide her fatigue. "Work is tiring already, and I have to carry the cat with me just to improve my image... The cat and I hate each other, and it's lucky that it didn't catch me."
The words coming from the receiver carried the unique electric sound of the mobile phone, and Yien was a little dazed.
During the fan parade some time ago, she, like everyone else in the company, stood in front of the company's glass window and looked out. Under the densely packed white candles were the angry and desperate faces of each fan. The grand parade revealed endless sorrow.
However, life does not stop for anyone. Even those who are hailed as the originators of Korean idol groups will be forgotten after the launch of new idols.
"Ah, then can't Unnie go without the cat?"
"Of course... I can't! Who dares not to listen to what the director says? Alas, you have to create a weak and pitiful character for me, but I'm not that kind of person." There was a noise coming from the other end of the phone, as if BoA was going on stage again.
As soon as she hung up the phone, the corner of Yi-eun's clothes was tugged by Kwon Ji-yong, who was squatting in front of the bed filling out a recommendation form.
He pointed to the space after the name column in the "2001 Korean Hip-Hop Flex" application form, and said in confusion, "Ah, stage name, I don't have a stage name yet."
This is the recommendation form given to him by his seniors after he participated in the competition.
Ye-eun crossed her legs, sat on Kwon Ji-yong's bed, and supported her chin with her hands. Although he looked serious, his eyes were actually starting to wander. It had been a long time since he answered the phone and hung up, so why was he still filling in the top line? "Then call me Jiyong."
"Hey, Li Yien! You are full of energy when you are talking to Quan Baoer on the phone, but you are distracted when chatting with me, right?" He glared at me and tapped the blank space with the tip of his pen. "Hey, help me think about it."
Alas, Ye-eun really has no talent for naming. Her fox doll is called Foxy, and her puppy doll is called Doggo. Thinking of this, she said with a guilty conscience yet confidently, "Then, should we call her Longlong?"
They are all animals, so they should be similar.
Quan Zhilong didn't know that in her mind, she had been categorized with other animal dolls. "Dragon...how about calling it dragon in English?"
He wrote this word on the draft paper. After all, the stage names of the predecessors in the hip-hop circle are all in English. Well, it seems to be in line with the international standards.
But calling it dragon is still a bit strange. After all, who would call themselves by the name of an animal? He held the pen, put his thumb on it, held the pen and thumb with four fingers, and slowly added a G before Dragon.
"How about G-Dragon?" Kwon Ji-yong looked at the name he had drawn, "If I add letters similar to my name in front of the dragon, it will have its own characteristics, right?"
Ye-eun blinked, "Then why isn't it J-Dragon, Jiyong Jiyong, and not Giyong."
She bent down and took the pen from Quan Zhilong's hand, and wrote on the draft paper, "J-Dragon, look, this is pretty good too?"
"Take a look at yourself, which one looks better? Ah?" Quan Zhilong pushed the two pieces of paper in front of Yi Eun, "Speak with your conscience."
Ye-eun stretched out her hand and placed it on Kwon Ji-yong's chest, feeling the beating of his "conscience", her eyelids drooped slightly and her face was serious, "Well, J-Dragon is good-looking."
"Your conscience! Not my conscience!"
The heartbeat under her palm became more excited. It was a bit hot to read J and Dragon together, but Ye-eun was still stubborn, "What do you mean by yours and mine? Zhilong, do you still want to share you and me?"
Having said that, she picked up the pen again and carefully wrote on Kwon Ji-Dragon's recommendation form: stage name - G-Dragon.
While writing, she immediately saw the lyrics that Kwon Ji-yong had put down at the bottom. She raised her hand and pulled them out, reading them carefully line by line.
Quan Zhilong lowered his head and confidently wrote down his specialties on the recommendation form: rap, dance...
The extra-long space was terribly large, and writing only two words made it seem as if he knew nothing. After thinking for a moment, he wrote - Chinese.
Well, I can also watch Chinese TV dramas by guessing! I grew up with Ye-en. Although I can’t write, I can still understand a little bit!
Just when his confidence began to swell, he heard Yien's doubtful voice, "Jilong, I would not do xxxx to this girl of the same generation as me. What is xxxx?"
Quan Zhilong's eyes widened in fear. He turned around and saw Ye Eun holding the lyrics she had written. Her innocent face was full of questions. "And your aunt found out you skipped class again? What kind of rap is this that your aunt didn't allow you to do?"
The thirteen-year-old boy, who was already in junior high school, faced a girl three years younger than him. When he heard her read out the lyrics she had written, his face turned red with embarrassment, "Ahhh, I wrote it randomly, Yeen, go back!"
Ye Eun looked at him in confusion, why did her face turn red all of a sudden? She was pushed out by Quan Zhilong with both hands, and she was still very confused, "Why didn't you write the whole song? Are you leaving it for the audience to fill in the blanks? This won't work, Zhilong, this song of yours will be on TV."
Quan Zhilong was so angry that his face was so hot that it could be made into pancakes. "Bobo, bobo, that's enough!"
The taboo word for junior high school students certainly wouldn't be just "bobo", but since he was facing an elementary school student who was ignorant of the world, he could only get away with it like this.
Unexpectedly, Ye-eun scratched her head and turned her head with clear eyes, "Oh, then who is the girl of your generation in the lyrics? Is she the girl that Ji-ryong likes?"
Quan Zhilong was really annoyed by Yien's questions one after another, "No one! Really no one! I just wrote it for rhyme..."
Under Yi-eun's puzzled gaze, Quan Zhilong's voice became smaller and smaller. He stopped pushing her away and squatted down with his hands on his head, leaving only his two hot and red ears exposed. "Ahhhh, Yi-eun, don't ask anymore."
If he was asked further, he would be so embarrassed. It was clear that when he was writing the song, the image of a female classmate flashed through his mind and he wrote down these two lines casually. Why, when Yeen asked me this, I really felt that I might like that girl?
No way? No way! ? He hasn't seen the other person many times!
The way Quan Zhilong curled himself up into a ball looked like a curled-up egg. Yien looked at him suspiciously with clear eyes and her hands behind her back. "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why are you curling yourself up into a ball?"
Kwon Ji-yong still didn't move. Ye-eun suspected that if she put an egg next to his ear, the egg would become cooked immediately. She rolled her eyes and said, "Then I won't tell you who I like."
"???" Quan Zhilong raised his head suddenly, and the embarrassment in his eyes was immediately replaced by shock. "Like? Yeen, how old are you? No, who do you like?"
He stood up, the heat on his face fading from the sudden news. He raised his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and rummaged through his drawer, where a pile of warranties were well preserved. "Hey, who's in there?"
He's trying to get Yi-en into a relationship at such a young age. I'll beat him to death.
"It's not in there." Ye Eun didn't even look at the group of letters of guarantee. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and laughed, "Hey, he's a transfer student this year. You've already graduated. How come you have his letter of guarantee?"
Quan Zhilong's face turned green. Bad kids, all of them are bad kids! He had a crush on someone in elementary school, and which bad boy was it that caught Ye-eun's attention while he was graduating!
Quan Zhilong, who was trying to get Yi Eun to leave, immediately put his own affairs behind him, and said with a serious face like a parent who caught his child in a premature love affair, "Tell me the truth, what's his name, when did you start to like him, why do you like him, do you have a boyfriend or not! Tell me clearly one by one."
Yi En curled her lips and was very cautious not to say the name. After all, Zhi Long would definitely not be able to control his mouth and tell others, "No, no! None!"
"Because I lost my eraser once, and I was looking for it anxiously. Everyone was in class and no one noticed. But only he! He was the only one sitting behind me, and he found it, and then he lent me the eraser!"
Quan Zhilong looked shocked. What a simple reason. And is it possible that he was sitting behind you and saw you rummaging around?
"How is that possible! And one time, I forgot to bring my test paper, and he actually lent me his, and then he got scolded by the teacher. Woohoo, what a nice guy!" Ye Eun clenched her fists, "Although he's not very good-looking, but he got scolded for me. Oh my god, it's just like the plot in the TV series. I'm totally moved!"
Quan Zhilong's eyes were dazed. Which TV series poisoned you? "Why can't you change your forgetful character?"
Yien's eyes widened. Is this the point? "Also! Do you know Zhilong? He brings me snacks every day. He must like me very much, right?"
"But..." Quan Zhilong felt something was not right the more he listened. "But isn't it the same between us? If you lost something, I would give it to you. When you were scolded by your aunt, well, although most of the time we were scolded together, I would help you occasionally. And, don't I also give you candy every day?"
When Ye-eun heard this, her mind was confused, it seemed to make sense. Two seconds later, she figured it out, put her hands on her hips and said confidently: "I understand, Zhilong, you like me too!"
"Who, who likes you! I'm not a pervert. I like elementary school students!" In the small room, a "bang" was followed by another louder "bang".
"You just graduated from elementary school! Humph!"
After two quarrels, Han Lanji turned her head to look at Yien's back as she left angrily, and turned back as usual.
After returning home, Yi En covered her forehead with her hands and burst into tears. When she saw her mother, she hugged her tightly and acted like a spoiled child, "Wow, mom, Zhilong doesn't like me, he doesn't like me, why did you flick my forehead, it's so annoying! I won't play with him anymore!"
Li Zhen listened to this complaint from time to time, without any ripples in her heart. She lowered her head and stared at her daughter's fair forehead, "Then let's move?"
Ye Eun was horrified, "No, no, I bounced back! His forehead is red, hahahaha, who told him to hit me!"
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