Chapter 47: Kwon Ji-yong and Ye-eun are really tired of naming!
During the following practice time, several people wanted to root their feet into the floor of the practice room and let their sweat take root and sprout.
It was hot in the summer and the basement was humid. Every morning when they went to the practice room to train, their clothes would be soaked through in less than half a day, even when they were training rap and vocals.
The closer the test time gets, the more nervous everyone becomes. They wish there were 48 hours in a day. In the basement corridor, one can often see people squatting in the corner with bread in their hands, reciting lyrics while eating.
It was eight o'clock in the evening, but there were still many trainees practicing dancing in the practice room. Yeen, however, sat cross-legged, listening to the English lyrics in her hand and dividing the music on her MP3 into four beats and four beats.
Carefully mark the speed, weight and heaviness, and in the blank space on the left write down the rhythm, control, atmosphere, etc. according to the dance moves that have already taken shape in your mind.
This was because Ye-en was kept after class for the first time after taking choreographer Oh Long-jo’s class in the afternoon.
Because of this assessment, almost everyone chose vocal music and rap during this period, except Ye-eun, who made time to take choreography classes no matter how busy she was. As usual, the first half of the class was spent freestyling to the music, but in the second half the teacher directly picked out a song and asked Ye-en to try choreography.
She took a bite of the date cake, sat on the cold floor, lowered her head and wrote down her imagined ending action next to the last paragraph of the lyrics. Suddenly, she felt her stomach bloated.
Yien frowned and touched her belly, but the feeling disappeared in less than two seconds. She thought it was her own illusion and didn't take it seriously. She stood up and choreographed the first eight beats of the movement according to her notes beside the lyrics in front of the mirror.
When you focus on something, time passes quickly. By the time Yien finished choreographing the first section of the dance, there were already fewer people in the practice room. She looked at the time. It was ten o'clock in the evening, and it was almost time for her uncle to pick her up.
"Jilong, Yongpei oppa, I'm leaving first." She packed her things and looked towards the practice room next door. Sure enough, the two of them stayed there until midnight every day without fail.
Quan Zhilong put down his hands, paused in his dancing movements, still staring at himself in the mirror, and waved his hands.
Dong Yongpei stopped, turned around and smiled at her, "Be careful."
The two looked at each other helplessly. Ever since Yi Eun said that she was heartbroken that day, Kwon Ji-yong has always been like this, pretending to be indifferent out of the blue.
Yien didn't panic. She didn't do anything wrong, so she didn't need to apologize like she did when she was a child.
Anyway, he can always comfort himself.
She ran out of the company with her bag on her back, but suddenly the feeling of heaviness in her lower abdomen came back, even heavier this time, as if a hand was pulling her internal organs down.
Ye-eun frowned in pain, standing still and pressing her stomach. After pressing hard with my hands, the pain eased a little, and even disappeared after a few seconds.
She lowered her head and patted her stomach in confusion, and miraculously found that the pain had moved to her chest.
Too tired?
She didn't pay much attention to the intermittent pain, and started dancing the next day to wake herself up.
However, within an hour, she felt tired. Yien frowned. Could it be that she had been too focused on various contacts recently and neglected physical training?
Thinking of this, she bent her forearms and began to do a plank pose with her whole body facing the floor. The cold feeling spread from the ground to her limbs and then to other parts of her body. In the summer, she should have felt comfortable touching something cold, but she couldn't help but shivered.
She stood up and put her hands on her hips, wondering if she was too tired these days. She took a sip of warm water, and the warm water flowed down her esophagus, and she seemed to feel a little better.
How about taking a short break? Yien didn't know what was wrong with her. She seemed to be in a bad mood today.
Although Ye-eun is young in the practice room, her training intensity has always been among the best. Today, Li Baoxing was surprised to see Ye-eun sitting in the corner writing something with a pen.
She looked down at her paper.
"Phoenix, Terpsichore, Calliope..." These words are niche and hot to the tongue. She deeply felt that Yien was a child with a wide range of knowledge.
Thinking of this, she asked, "Are you memorizing words? Why aren't you practicing today?"
Ye-eun exclaimed "Ah", and when she looked up, she saw Baoxing unnie lowering her head and looking at her with a smile. Although Li Baoxing is the recruitment supervisor, he also takes good care of the trainees and has a good relationship with everyone.
Ye-eun also liked her and said without hesitation: "No, I'm choosing a stage name for myself."
Li Baoxing was silent for a second.
Although YG's unique artists also like to have niche stage names, isn't Ye-eun's name too niche? ?
The fans won’t be able to read it by then, right?
She asked tentatively, "What do these words mean?"
Ye-eun also knew that she had no talent for naming, so when she was talking about choosing a stage name, the first thought that came to her mind was that since Kwon Ji-yong could use the character "dragon", then she could also use something of that type!
She pointed at the words, "Phoenix, the following ones are the names of the nine Muses. Ouni, which one do you think is suitable, oh, suitable for me?"
Li Baoxing was silent again, and then she pulled the corner of her mouth to persuade Ye Eun, "Ye Eun, I don't think the stage name should be so big."
"But Zhilong's stage name has the character "Long" in it?" Yeen moved her waist and was confused for a second. Why did her waist feel so sore just by sitting today?
Li Baoxing didn't notice her little action, "But Zhilong's name has the word dragon in it, but does your name have the word phoenix in it, Yeen? Do you have these goddesses?"
I use these as my stage name, and now I think it’s cool in my middle school years. You will regret it later! Li Baoxing shouted in his heart, and advised earnestly: "Ye'en, think about it carefully. If it doesn't work, let Zhilong help you."
Is it really that bad? Ye-eun scratched her head, but what unnie said made sense, it had to be related to one’s name. Her eyes lit up in an instant, "Artist!"
Ye-eun, art, Ye-eun is an artist! Wow, what a direct and concise way to show her talent.
"..." Li Baoxing held onto the wall. Oh my God, this was even more terrible. She couldn't even imagine what the audience's expressions would be when Ye Eun really debuted in the future and she stood on the stage with the microphone and confidently introduced herself as "Hello everyone, I am an artist"!
What will my colleagues think? Do you think this kid is too crazy? Although Ye-eun is indeed crazy, she can’t show it! Li Baoxing began to regret why she asked these words. She felt that in just a few seconds, her spirit was severely damaged. She sighed and patted Yien's head, "Go find Zhilong, please!"
Ye-eun blinked her big eyes, looking innocent, "But I want to secretly pick a stage name and surprise everyone."
Li Baoxing smiled with a fake smile, his eyes had lost their luster, as if he felt the shock the president had felt when he saw Ye-eun eating strawberries that day, "Believe me, Ye-eun, you will just be shocked when the time comes."
After being persuaded by her sister for a long time, Ye Eun finally gave up the names she had "carefully selected", threw away the papers, and went to seek help from her childhood sweetheart.
However, when it came to helping Ye-eun come up with a stage name, Kwon Ji-yong looked hesitant. Because Ye-eun is really a very creative child, after coming up with several ideas and being rejected one after another, Kwon Ji-yong also felt that his inspiration was running out.
"Eve? Does it happen to be pronounced the same as your Chinese name 'Yi'?"
Ye-eun shook her head. "But doesn't this mean evening? I am the rising sun! How can it be evening? And this is Eve's name?"
Quan Zhilong changed his posture, resting his hand on his chin and spinning the pen with his other hand, "Then it's called Michelle? Isn't your name a gift like art? This name is a gift from God."
"But..." Ye-eun bent down slightly to press her abdomen and started again. She frowned and shook her head, "Although my family believes in many religions, we believe in Buddhism and Taoism but not Christianity..."
Quan Zhilong suspected that she was deliberately making trouble for him. After his stage names were rejected one after another, he looked at Yien with helplessness in his eyes, "Isn't this the time when you helped me think of a stage name? What did you think at that time? Call me Longlong? Why don't you just call me Enen?"
"Hey, think about it seriously!" Ye Eun dodged his hand that was about to touch her head. Normally, it would be fine, but she was in a bad mood today. "Think of a few more!"
Quan Zhilong really couldn't think of any, so he simply started to pick from the English songs he had heard, "Rhiannon? Have you heard this song? 'Rhiannon's clear voice like a bell resounded through the night, she regarded herself as a bird that never landed on the ground, Rhiannon belonged to the sky...'"
He hummed this classic song from the 1970s.
Ye-eun still frowned, "But it has nothing to do with my real name?"
She collapsed backwards, her hands spread out, her crossed legs still firmly pressed against the floor, "I'm so tired!"
Quan Zhilong could still understand simple Chinese, and he also felt that he was really tired. Glancing down, I saw that there was a piece of paper with the lyrics of the song "Layla" written on it, and I said, "Why don't we just call her Layla!"
Yien glared at him. The cool feeling on her back made her uncomfortable. She sat up straight, wondering if she was going to catch a cold. She simply put the coat that Kwon Ji-yong had put aside under her butt. Good, it wasn't so cold anymore.
Quan Zhilong: “…” I’m so tired!
"Just call her Layla!" He began brainstorming to convince Ye-eun, "Look, the first letter is the same as your last name, how suitable."
He would be exhausted to death if he thought about it any further!
Ye-eun was also tired. She was thinking about surprising everyone, so she began to convince herself that the name was just a code name. It doesn’t matter what stage name a little genius like me chooses. No matter what name it is, as long as it’s my own, everyone will exclaim in admiration!
She uttered a "tsk" and put Layla on the shortlist.
When she got home, she discussed the names she had picked today with her parents. Unexpectedly, Kim Hejun also liked the cute name Leila the most. "Oh my god, our Ye-eun's stage name is also very cute."
Li Zhen also nodded, but something flashed through his mind. It was not until a few years later, when she saw her daughter's encyclopedia showing "stage name: Layla", "nickname: Li Lei", "fan name: meimei", and "Chinese fan name: Han Meimei", that she suddenly realized why she felt that the name seemed very familiar.
However, at that time, Ye-eun didn't know that she would have a group of fans named "Han Meimei" in the future.
The next day's training went on as usual, but Ye-en still felt waves of discomfort and weakness from time to time. She was still thinking about whether she should go to the hospital tomorrow.
It was not until dinner time when Yien frowned and felt a strange sensation in her lower body that she suddenly had an idea and the things her mother had taught her before came to her mind.
It seems like I'm having my period.
Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Although Yien was a little nervous, her mother had taught her various precautions in advance after she was in fifth grade, and she knew that this was a normal physiological phenomenon. But the problem is, she didn't prepare any sanitary napkins...
She took two bites of rice as if nothing had happened, then turned to Quan Zhilong, who had almost finished eating, and said, "Hey, Zhilong, I have something to announce."
It was dinner time again, and it started like this again, the radar in Quan Zhilong's brain started ringing. He was a little upset, "You didn't fall in love again just a few days after the breakup, did you? This is not okay, Ye Eun."
Thinking of what Ye Eun said before he terminated his contract with S/M, he suddenly looked horrified, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Oh Mo, you are not going to look for another partner while you are still in a relationship, are you? Li Ye Eun..."
Before he could finish his words, Yien interrupted him and patted his shoulder as if she had given him the most important task in his life, "Don't worry, Zhilong, I don't have any. I just had my first period, help me."
In one second, Ye-eun witnessed Kwon Ji-yong's face-changing skills, nervous - relaxed - shy - terrified, with superb skills.
His ears were red, he turned his head and looked around carefully, lowering his voice, "I help you!? How can I help you?"
Pubertal boys are shy about this kind of topic, but Ye-eun was very open and scratched her head: "Help me get a piece of clothing to cover it, the back of my pants may be dirty."
Kwon Ji-yong looked around like a thief, and trotted to get the spare clothes from Yi-eun's bag. Looking at Yi-eun lowering her head to put the clothes around her waist, he suddenly remembered how much pain his sister had suffered back then.
He asked in a low voice, "Are you in pain? Do you want to go home and rest today?"
Ye-eun had a dress wrapped around her waist, which covered her buttocks when she stood up. "No, it hurts a little in the front, but I don't think I can feel it now."
She felt that she should be the kind of person who doesn't feel much pain. She took the money and went to the grocery store outside the company to buy sanitary napkins and disposable underwear. After changing them in the company bathroom, she returned to the practice room to train.
However, she still overestimated her physical condition. Under high-intensity training, the pain became more and more obvious, as if a hand was stirring in her stomach, even tying and pulling apart her various small and large intestines. By the time she felt nauseous and vomiting in her throat, Ye-eun's face was covered in sweat.
The trainees in the practice room were all concentrating on their own work, and Ye-eun didn't want to trouble them, so she could only go to find Kwon Ji-yong, whom she was most familiar with.
By the time Ye-en climbed onto the wall and reached the training room, which was only separated by a wall, her face was already covered in sweat.
Kwon Ji-yong has been worried about Ye-eun's physical condition since lunch. He couldn't concentrate on practicing and would unconsciously look at the door every one or two minutes. When he turned his head again this time, he saw Ye-eun, who was pale and had sweat on her forehead and even cheeks.
His heart tightened, and he ran over to support Yien, who was barely able to stand, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
As soon as Quan Zhilong came, Yien could no longer control herself from standing up even though she was in so much pain, and she fell directly into his arms, sweat constantly coming out of her forehead. The child who had been spoiled since childhood felt this kind of pain for the first time. Tears welled up in her eyes and all she wanted in her mind was her mother. She spoke with a weak breath: "Take me to your dormitory and lie down for a while...Call my mom."
"I, I'll take you to Perry's office first. There's a sofa there!" Kwon Ji-yong had never seen Ye-eun like this before. He was so worried that his hands began to shake. "Just bear with it, bear with it."
While holding Ye-eun up, he yelled to Dong Yong-bae, “Yong-bae, help me get my phone and call Aunt Li Zhen!”
Everyone in the practice room looked over, and when they saw Ye-eun with a painful expression on her face, they all trotted over and helped drag Ye-eun onto Kwon Ji-yong's back.
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