Peninsula: Starting with forming a group with the nation's little sister

Chapter 33 The Seaweed Rice Ball Girl

At the dinner table, Lee Boo-jin took out a file folder and handed it to Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan took it and asked, "Godmother, what's this?"

"Let's take it apart and see."

Lin Yuan opened it with a puzzled look, pulled out a small notebook inside, which contained a villa in Cheongdam-dong, and a car key with a "B" on it that gleamed brightly under the light.

Before he could speak, Lee Boo-jin interjected, "Don't refuse. Your godmother has been busy all these years and hasn't been able to visit you. Consider this your godmother's apology, so please accept it."

"Thank you, godmother, love you!" Seeing this, Lin Yuan didn't say much, took it and stuffed it into Lee Ji-eun's bag.

Lee Ji-eun was so gritting her teeth that she almost broke them; it was so sour.

......

In the garage, Lin Yuan pulled Lee Ji-eun into the new car and said to Lee Boo-jin, "Godmother, we'll be going now. I'll come see you again when I have time."

"Okay, be careful on the road, and call me immediately if anything happens."

"Don't worry, I'll call you if nothing happens."

Lin Yuan said jokingly.

Lee Boo-jin was amused and rolled her eyes at him, "Get lost, you smooth talker." After saying that, she nodded slightly to Lee Ji-eun.

At 3 p.m., the two returned to the company, and Lee Ji-eun instructed the driver to bring her car back.

In the recording studio, Lin Yuan took out a USB flash drive, plugged it into the computer, and prepared to record "On the Floor." This song took him a week to complete.

"Are you preparing to record a song?" Lee Ji-eun asked.

"Yes, familiarize yourself with them first. These are the lyrics; you sing the ones marked in red."

Lee Ji-eun reached out and took it. She sang in English, but Lin Yuan's version was a bit abstract, and there were parts she couldn't understand.

What language is that?

"Portuguese," Lin Yuan replied.

He worked tirelessly on this, thankfully this part wasn't in the lyrics.

As for the lyrics, I thought his super memory was his cheat code, but now it seems that's not the case. It seems that someone deliberately suppressed his speed and didn't allow him to "copy" them so quickly, even though he clearly remembered them in his mind.

He tried writing other songs in private, but found that he couldn't write any at all. As soon as he picked up a pen, he forgot everything, as if he had been suddenly formatted.

He was only able to write a second song after "On the Floor" was written, which seems to be a limitation for him. God didn't want him to become a "fast copyist".

A little while later, Park Young-cheol walked in, his face full of anticipation. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hey kid, your new song's only been out for a couple of days, and you've got inspiration again? What style is it this time?"

"Rap," Lin Yuan replied.

"Rap?" Park Young-cheol wondered. It seemed like a big leap. He decided to listen to the melody first.

Lin Yuan opened the audio source and walked into the recording studio with the lyrics in hand.

IU,

Ya tú sabes, no es más nada,

You know what I mean, no need to say more.

(It's a new generation)

(This is the rhythm of the new era.)

Mr. Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan.

! ! ! ! !

Park Young-cheol, who was outside, frowned slightly upon hearing this.

The first round ended quickly, and the two went outside to drink some water and rest for a while.

Park Young-cheol said, "Is this song for the US market? The style is perfect for that."

Lin Yuan shook his head. "No, I'm just releasing songs; I don't have any intention of trying to break into the US market."

He just wants to sing the songs he likes, to please himself and make some money at the same time. Go to America? Haha... Once you become famous, they will naturally invite you.

Korean entertainment companies all have the same idea: lick their boots! Don't they know that licking boots never end well? They haven't improved at all in all these years.

Hearing his answer, Park Young-cheol was relieved. He had wanted to give him some advice, but thankfully the kid didn't get cocky.

"Good that you understand. Let's continue. This style is also very popular in Korea."

"Inner~" x2

Eagle-eyed netizens noticed that Sony suddenly released an official announcement:

Following discussions between our company and Loen Entertainment, we are officially announcing today, May 3rd, that the LuMin group will be Sony's brand ambassadors for the Asia-Pacific region.

At the same time, LuMin's various official accounts also released the news and tagged Sony's official account: "[It's an honor to serve as Sony's Asia-Pacific brand ambassador. We will continue to work hard and strive together!]"

"Congratulations to IU on landing her first digital endorsement since her debut! My little sister is amazing!"

"I'm a loyal Sony fan and a true IU fan. Kudos to the Sony executives! My IU is the best!"

"Fighting, Lim Won oppa!!!"

The comment section under the official account was very lively, mostly for IU's sake, and the few comments from Lin Yuan's fans were quickly buried.

Jiang Huiyuan has been paying attention to Lin Yuan ever since she first met him. She joined the fan club on the day of his debut and is currently typing away at her computer, urging more people to pay attention to Lin Yuan. Unfortunately, the effect is not good, and she feels very aggrieved.

"Lin Yuan! Lin Yuan!"

At home, Lee Ji-eun was browsing the comments section when a netizen named "Seaweed Rice Ball" caught her eye. The netizen kept praising Lim Won.

Hearing the sound, Lin Yuan walked over, rested his chin on her head, and asked, "You're here. What's up?"

Lee Ji-eun pointed and said, "Look, it seems to be a loyal fan of yours; it's been refreshing it for a long time."

"Yeah?"

Lin Yuan casually flipped through the pages. 【Lin Yuan oppa is the best, everyone should support oppa more!】 The other person was indeed his fan, and it seemed to be a girl.

He followed her on his personal account and sent her a private message: "I'm Lin Yuan. I saw your comment. Thank you for your support."

Jiang Huiyuan returned to her study with a glass of water, glanced at her private messages, and exclaimed, "Ahhhhhh!!!!"

"Hey, Jiang Huiyuan, are you out of your mind? What are you yelling about in the middle of the night?!"

Hearing that she had woken her mother up, she quickly covered her mouth and dared not breathe, her little face turning red from holding her breath.

Only after confirming that his mother showed no sign of coming did he release his hands and take a deep breath.

Jiang Huiyuan stared excitedly at the screen. After checking several times, she finally confirmed that the other person was indeed Lin Yuan. Trembling with excitement, she exclaimed, "Oppa, you're the best! I'll always support you! Fighting!"

After successfully sending the message, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumped into his chair, his heart still pounding.

Lin Yuan replied to the message shortly afterward.

"Received! If it's convenient, could you leave your contact information? I'll contact you later and invite you to visit Loen. How about that? There's a gift included!"

Suppressing the urge to shout, Jiang Huiyuan quickly replied, "Yes, my number is ××××××."

Ding!

She picked up her phone; it was a text message from an unknown number: "Hi, seaweed rice ball! This is Lin Yuan. To thank you for your patronage, I cordially invite you to Loen on the morning of May 4th. I'll be waiting for you downstairs. See you there!"

Jiang Huiyuan glanced at the time, and after confirming that she was free tomorrow, she agreed. She then sent the screenshot to the group, blurring out the number. She knew she couldn't let her best friend know her oppa's number.