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Chapter 49

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    ps: I'm back!

    From last month to now, I have basically spent time in the countryside. I only came back a few times to bring a change of clothes and attend my nephew's wedding. The continuous heavy rains last month and the beginning of this month have devastated me, causing heavy losses. Almost dozens of acres of saplings have been destroyed.  They were all dead, with only the French tung tree and a bit of holly surviving. My hair was almost turning gray. I lost my temper several times and smashed a lot of things. However, God was willful and it was of no use.  £¤f

    As of yesterday, I was still busy with these crappy things. People get better the more they get around, the more I get around, the more depressed I get. Comparing the differences between people sometimes makes me despair, especially when I see people who are about the same age as me.  My nephews are already married and starting a business, but I am still confused. I am doing something unexpected, and I have finally managed to save some money. I am still not warm, but God slaps me again.

    This PS is just a side note of explanation. I¡¯m under a lot of pressure, so please forgive me!

    After chatting for a few more words, under the red sky outside the window, the setting sun dragged the shadow of the city longer and longer, and dusk was approaching.

    Quan Baogen raised his wrist to look at the time and joked: "It's time to get off work. Considering how hard it is to act today, how about you let me leave half an hour early?"

    "Ha" As if his brain was frozen, An Junhe, who turned around when he heard the voice, was startled for a moment, then woke up and laughed, but his expression was very light, and he just barely pulled the corners of his mouth: "Okay,  You are allowed to leave early."

    As he spoke, he sat down again and picked up the pen again.

    The faint laughter did not resonate. He raised his head again. Opposite him, Quan Baogen had stopped smiling and was looking at him silently. When he saw him looking over, he asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

    ""

    An Junhyuk didn¡¯t answer.  Shrugging, he flipped the file with his fingers and made a clattering sound, indicating that he still wanted to work.

    Then he saw that Quan Baogen sighed, "I wanted to say it before I don't know what the specific situation is, but given your character. Things in the business world are nothing at all, no matter how big a setback it is, it doesn't matter."  It may defeat you, but the rest is just because of feelings" At this point, Quan Baogen paused, as if he was trying to express something.

    But after moving his hand slightly in the air and making a few meaningless gestures, he looked at An Junhe's silent expression behind the desk. The words that came to his throat were not uttered after all, and he sighed again.  He stood up slumped.

    "In short, things have to be faced, and I always work hard to do other things, thinking that I can forget it, but in fact, besides hurting my body, there is nothing"

    Then he left, rarely saying this seemingly preaching thing, and then left in a hurry.  I don't know whether it was because he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was not suitable for him to teach him, or because he sighed from the bottom of his heart.  He chose his own way to escape in shame.

    No matter what, this spacious space finally returned to silence.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The rays of rays penetrated the glass and dyed the floor red like the sky, then spread out and shot towards the wall.  The subtle sound of the door closing has long since passed away, leaving only the slightest movement of air.  I flicked the crystal pendant hanging from the ceiling slightly, and the edges of the crystal reflected the wisps of orange, spinning gently.

    But he was dragged into the darkness by the shadow dragged by the light projected from behind.

    The glimmer of light spreads calmly, and the shadows linger.  He remained motionless, the pen tip held between his fingers hovering in the frozen time, until at a certain moment, it suddenly fell, and the ink spilled smeared the paper.

    He leaned heavily on the back of the chair while sighing, with one hand on the armrest, his fingers threading through his short hair to make a rustling sound¡ª¡ª

    ¡ª¡ªThe efforts of trying to work hard and temporarily forget about some things are suddenly in vain.

    Actually, he didn¡¯t want to escape.

    A long time ago, probably when he was still a teenager, Ahn Junhyuk understood a truth: life is not a question that can be debated.  When a person is born, it is a fact to the world. The environment in which he was born is also a fact, and the things he does are also facts.

    Even though the collision between sperm and egg is full of chance, the moment it becomes a fact, the result is already determined.

    Whether it is a boy or a girl, the odds are 50-50. It is probability, not philosophy or superstition. It is impossible to speculate or even burn incense and worship Buddha to change it.

    The only thing left is to accept the result.

    In Ahn Junhyuk¡¯s life experience, accepting results is never a matter of haste.

    Because no one can guarantee that the result will be what they want. When they are not satisfied with the result, they must always make changes.  Whether it is changing oneself or changing the results of events, it is not a problem that can be suddenly understood in a moment or solved at once.

    He just wanted to be quiet and temporarily block out the noiseThinking, either sitting silently or busy.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????, so that you don¡¯t have to be so tight.

    Time passed by without stopping, and the dusk outside the window became darker and darker

    Hundreds of meters away on the same street, in the same glow that penetrated the windows, in the quiet corridor of S.M., the sound of music and beats that had been faintly floating from the closed doors gradually stopped, and suddenly  After a while, the heavy wooden doors opened, and the trainees who had finished their training filed out, and the whole company suddenly became lively.

    The smell of sweat from an afternoon of activity is mixed with the different aromas of girls with different hobbies; the younger ones are chasing each other and running past, the older ones are slightly reserved, complaining about tiredness, joking or  Discussing some issues during the practice; teachers who looked similar in age to the trainees responded to the polite greetings of familiar students while chatting with colleagues they met by chance on topics of interest to them.

    There are also the expressionless faces of the section chiefs who always take the time to walk out of the office to inspect the comings and goings.

    The noise that had been silent all afternoon suddenly broke out. To these trainees, teachers, and section chiefs, this was just a normal day among countless days in S.M. Even the "Girls' Generation" team, which was about to debut,  It was just a lackluster afternoon in the busy pre-debut preparations.

    Of course, unexpected factors still exist.

    "I would like to emphasize again that starting from this month, anything you do is no longer your own business, let alone a private matter. I hope all of you will regard yourself as part of the team, strictly demand yourself, and strictly follow the company's regulations.  The regulations issued arrange diet, sleep, training intensity and love life"

    In the spacious practice room, the CD player that originally played the song has been turned off. The head teacher assigned by the company to temporarily lead "Girls' Generation" stood in front of the huge mirror wall with a serious "threat" on his face, which was reflected in the mirror.  The girls in it sat cross-legged and accepted the "threat" with serious faces.

    Although training has just ended and they are still out of breath, no one dares to slack off or make careless and unwise actions at this time.

    The closer they get to their debut, the more they can feel the difference between being an artist and being a trainee.  The gap between amateurs and professionals is not only a change in status and the company's tilt in resources, but also a management that is as strict as hell.

    There are detailed regulations on what to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day, when to practice, when to rest, what drinks to drink, and which drinks are strictly prohibited.  The company even formed a special group to talk to them one by one in the past few days. There was no concealment. The section leaders responsible for the conversation clearly told them that starting from this month, the company requires them to end all love lives because of the future.  They don't need this kind of "burden" for years or even longer.

    For young girls who are still in their prime, all this is extremely cold and frightening, but at the same time, the company also uses resolute means to tell them how cruel the company is to members who violate the above regulations!

    However, some people do not seem to be within the scope of strict management.

    The class teacher talked a lot, and finally ended his long speech with satisfaction in the middle of silence. Before leaving, he glanced at the girls in front of him again, one, two, threeseven, eight, he ignored the fact that one person was missing.  , coughed dryly: "Okay, I'll give you two hours of rest. The evening class schedule is posted outside the door. Everyone, get ready. Dismissal!"

    Walking out the door.

    After his figure disappeared, the stagnant atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed. Xiuying, who had always maintained a serious look, sighed and lay on the ground unwilling to get up. Xiaoxian, whose leg was pressed by her, went weakly.  Pulling her away, Kwon Yoo-ri, who was always the most energetic, looked at Xiuying in disgrace, her eyes dull; Hyoyeon and Stephanie looked left and right happily, not knowing what they were enjoying.

    Xiuyan, who is usually the laziest, is leaning against the corner as expected, wondering if she is asleep. Next to her is Sunny, a new member of the team - a short girl. The reason why she stays next to Xiuyan is probably because  ¡­It¡¯s the most deserted and inconspicuous place, right?

    After all, the place Xiuyan will automatically choose when she is half asleep and half awake is probably the angle with the least sense of existence

    With all these things under her eyes, Taeyeon made various judgments in her heart.

    This is a habit I have developed recently, observing the members and deepening my understanding of them.  The reason why she did this was not because she was suddenly broken by someone, but because the company had already informed her that if there were no accidents, she would be the captain of Girls' Generation!  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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