Chapter 13

Yin Xian did not react to Ban Ki-moon's inscription, respectfully took the signature, and bowed deeply in gratitude.

After completing his trip in the United States and returning to the country, the summer vacation was already halfway over, and the World Cup in Germany had ended as scheduled. A large sum of money had been added to Yin Xian's account.

After thanking football as usual, Yin Xian transferred the rest of the money to a bank account he had opened in the United States during this trip, and then entrusted the bank to manage the funds.

Now, Yin Xian was also a person with overseas assets!

However, since there would be no more opportunities to travel abroad for fun, Yin Xian decided to enter his postgraduate identity early: rewriting his master's thesis from his previous life.

Those who doubt whether they can rewrite the papers they wrote before must have copied most of them...

Anyway, Yin Xian only took five days to finish writing the article.

After printing out the article and handing it to the department head, who was his designated supervisor for the next semester, he was now only a few credits away from obtaining his master's degree...

The department head was quite calm when he received the paper, but after reading it...

After submitting the paper, Yin Xian, still feeling unsatisfied, poured out all the remaining papers he had saved for his doctoral graduation, along with his studies in composition, and the summer vacation passed in this way.

Sister Yin Zhihui, after giving birth, was forced by their mother to move back to their parents' house to facilitate her mother's care for the young Xiaozhi. Yin Xian's room became quiet again. If it weren't for a call from his supervisor, he would have almost forgotten that the new semester was about to start.

The credit requirements for postgraduate studies were not many, so Yin Xian habitually scheduled them into one semester's course schedule. To his surprise, the department head, who was his supervisor, remained silent and did not worry about his academic ability at all.

But when Yin Xian saw his paper published in a journal with himself as the sole author, he instantly understood that his supervisor had already recognized his ability, and a sense of being trusted welled up in his heart.

What surprised Yin Xian even more was that after the start of the semester, all the teachers in his classes treated him very well, even showing great respect in their words, which made him feel very honored.

He himself did not realize that the reason his paper was not famous in his previous life was largely due to the lack of support from a Seoul University philosophy department head.

But no matter what, Yin Xian believed that this semester at school would not be too difficult.

There were not many worries about school, but the matter that had been on his mind since returning from the United States became increasingly heavy.

In the past, Yin Xian rarely went shopping or participated in other street activities, but now he suddenly liked various commercial district cafes. He often went to a cafe alone when he had nothing to do, found a window seat, and sat there for the whole afternoon.

Just to daydream.

Perhaps because his composition studies over the past year and a half had shown some results, when daydreaming, Yin Xian always habitually found a pen and paper to write down the melodies stored in his mind from his previous life, and then hummed them softly to himself.

As the papers accumulated, in just over a month, Yin Xian found a thick stack of them in his bedroom.

It turned out that the otaku from his previous life was such a music lover!

Yin Xian specifically set aside an evening to categorize all the songs he had written: those already published, those to be published soon, and those he estimated had not yet been written. He was surprised to find that he had nearly 30 songs that he could "steal" under his own name.

His mood became very complicated.

Because he discovered some facts that he might have been hiding from his previous life.

How could someone who liked football, games, and chatting online, and who neither liked Korean nor Japanese culture, and always despised idol singers, care so much about music?

Did he have a dream of music?

At this moment, Ban Ki-moon's suggestion echoed in his mind, along with his own duck-like voice from his previous life.

Was it just fear?

That night, Yin Xian did not sleep.

However, some questions could not be resolved in one night.

So Yin Xian did not sleep well for a whole month.

Eventually, his lack of sleep and lack of energy alarmed his mother, who was focused on taking care of her granddaughter at home.

So one weekend, Yin Xian was notified to go home for dinner.

Although Yin Xian did not have a formal job yet, he still returned to his mother's house with a large bag of things, like a son visiting home.

During this period, his sister, who had been living with their mother, naturally appeared at the family dinner table.

"What's wrong with you lately?" His mother's words were gentle, but the hint of blame in her tone was clear.

"Nothing, just not sleeping well." Yin Xian answered vaguely.

"Is there something on your mind? Do you have a girlfriend?" His mother, who had been taking care of her granddaughter, was very interested in this topic.

"No." Yin Xian blushed a little.

"Then what's on your mind? Tell me, Mom." His mother's tone had a hint of disappointment.

"I suddenly found that I have some interest in music, and I'm a bit confused." Yin Xian thought for a moment and decided to be honest; it wasn't something to be ashamed of.

"Music? Do you want to learn to dance?" Yin Zhihui's eyes lit up when she heard this.

"No, it's singing. But I really have no experience..." Yin Xian explained, "And I'm still in school..."

"So you feel a bit constrained, right?" His mother was as gentle as always.

"Yes, Mom." Yin Xian nodded seriously.

"Do you really like singing?" His mother asked.

"I don't know, that's why I'm confused." Yin Xian thought for a moment and said honestly, "I wrote some songs recently... and suddenly found that I have some interest in this, but I'm not sure if I can persist if I make it a career."

His mother was silent for a moment, then said, "To become a singer, do you know what you need to learn?"

"Actually, I don't know." Yin Xian answered helplessly.

"Vocal training, dancing, acting." Yin Zhihui answered for him.

His mother nodded and continued, "Are you interested in any of these?"

Yin Xian thought carefully and shook his head; he wasn't really interested in any of them.

"Are you willing to put aside other things to pursue your dream of singing and learn these things?" His mother asked again.

Yin Xian was silent.

His mother did not say anything more, and the family dinner returned to its usual pace.

After dinner, his mother did not keep Yin Xian at home for long but sent him out the door right after eating.

Yin Xian was not in a hurry to return. His mother's continuous questioning had indeed left him with many thoughts. The little voice in his heart that wanted to give up began to take the upper hand. So he wandered aimlessly.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Yin Xian took it out and saw that the caller was Lin Yoon-a.

"Yoon-a, why did you think of calling me?" Yin Xian's mood improved greatly whenever he thought of this lively girl.

"Uncle, are you wearing a beige outfit today?"

"Ah? How did you know?"

"Hehe, I'm the all-knowing Lin Yoon-a!"

"Where are you...?" Yin Xian started turning his head to look behind him, vaguely seeing two girls walking side by side, one of whom was on the phone.

"Can you see me?" Lin Yoon-a waved her hand as she spoke.

Yin Xian smiled, hung up the phone, and walked over.

"Uncle, it's been a while." Lin Yoon-a patted Yin Xian's shoulder without any reserve. Since the last text message, Lin Yoon-a often sent texts to chat with Yin Xian, though they hadn't met in person, they felt like old friends.

"It's been a while, Yoon-a." Yin Xian smiled and greeted Lin Yoon-a, then greeted the girl standing next to her, "Hello, I'm Yin Xian, a friend of Lin Yoon-a."

"Hello, senior, I'm Seo Joo-hyun. We've met before." The little girl bowed 90 degrees to Yin Xian.

"Have we met?" Yin Xian looked at the little girl carefully, finding her somewhat familiar, "Sorry, I can't quite remember."

"Oh, at K Bookstore. Senior bought a lot of books on composition." Seo Joo-hyun said.

"Oh! You're the little girl holding the piano sheet music!" Yin Xian remembered.

"Senior, I'm not a little girl anymore." Seo Joo-hyun pouted, a bit upset.

Yin Xian found her adorable. So cute!

And in his memory, there was information about this little girl, associated with Lin Yoon-a.

"Are you busy lately?" Yin Xian turned to talk to Lin Yoon-a.

"Um, the company has some other plans for me recently, so I don't have much time for auditions." Lin Yoon-a said, "There are more classes on singing and dancing."

"I told you to work on these things earlier. If you had listened to me, you wouldn't be so tired now." Yin Xian's tone was a mix of scolding and concern.

"Hey, Uncle, you're so nagging. If it weren't for Joo-hyun recognizing your back, I wouldn't have bothered to greet you." Lin Yoon-a grumbled.

"Seo Joo-hyun? We've only met once, right?" Yin Xian was a bit surprised.

"You're now Joo-hyun's half-idol. What's strange about her recognizing you?" Lin Yoon-a said dismissively.

"Yoon-a, it's not like that. Senior Yin Xian is from Seoul University..." Seo Joo-hyun tried to explain seriously but was interrupted by Lin Yoon-a's wave of her hand.

"I don't care why you pay attention to him." Lin Yoon-a rolled her eyes at Yin Xian.

Yin Xian was a bit surprised, turned to look at the serious Seo Joo-hyun, and his gaze fell on her eyes.

Unlike Lin Yoon-a's lively eyes, Seo Joo-hyun's eyes still had the clear look from over a year ago.

Almost blinding.

Yin Xian cleared his throat and said, "Thank you, Seo Joo-hyun."

"That's not it. I admire Senior Ban Ki-moon and hope to become a diplomat." Seo Joo-hyun finally said what she wanted to say.

"Uh..." Yin Xian suddenly felt a sense of misplaced affection.

Lin Yoon-a was laughing so hard she almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, Yoon-a, you did that on purpose!" Yin Xian was a bit angry and embarrassed.

"It's not my fault!" Lin Yoon-a naturally wouldn't take the blame.

"I've heard a lot about Senior Yin Xian. I also admire how you graduated from Seoul University so early." Seo Joo-hyun explained, blushing.

Although Yin Xian didn't think Seo Joo-hyun's explanation helped ease his embarrassment, he was grateful for her kindness and nodded, then focused on scolding Lin Yoon-a.

"How is your composition study going?" Seo Joo-hyun, seeing Lin Yoon-a and Yin Xian chatting like old friends, felt a bit envious and interjected.

"Uh... I can try to write some songs." Yin Xian was a bit confused by Seo Joo-hyun's question.

"Really? Uncle, do you have any songs for the cute Yoon-a to sing?" Lin Yoon-a joked.

Yin Xian thought for a moment and shook his head. He did have a song by Girls' Generation, the hit "Gee."

"Joo-hyun, composition isn't something you can learn quickly, and it's not easy to find a song suitable for Yoon-a. Don't make it hard for Senior Yin Xian." Seo Joo-hyun interjected to help.

"Joo-hyun, you don't have to keep calling me senior. It's a bit awkward. Just call me oppa." Yin Xian, for some reason, had a sudden idea and said casually.

"Oh, okay, Senior Yin Xian oppa." Seo Joo-hyun obediently changed her address.

"Uncle! What do you mean!" Lin Yoon-a almost immediately understood Yin Xian's meaning.

"Nothing. Joo-hyun keeps calling me senior, and I feel a bit awkward." Yin Xian naturally denied it.

"Hey, are you forcing me to call you oppa too?" Lin Yoon-a said angrily.

"Call me Uncle, it's quite intimate." Yin Xian teased.

Seo Joo-hyun finally understood what Yin Xian meant. She wanted to speak up for Lin Yoon-a but found the argument between the two quite amusing, so she just smiled and said nothing.

"Joo-hyun, you're getting naughty!" Lin Yoon-a, seeing Seo Joo-hyun's reaction, rubbed her head in anger.

Seo Joo-hyun's neatly combed long straight hair instantly turned into a bird's nest.

"Yoon-a, how's your debut preparation going? Are you confident?" Yin Xian, watching the two girls play, felt much better.

"Ah? How did you know I'm debuting?" Lin Yoon-a was taken aback.

"Should be next year, right?" Yin Xian, recalling the information in his mind, said in a mysterious tone, "A girl group, right? Is Joo-hyun in it too?"

"Um, there might be ten of us." Lin Yoon-a nodded and then asked, "How did you know? You're not from our company."

"I just know." Yin Xian continued in a mysterious tone, pointing to his head, "Are you still having trouble with coordination?"

"Hey! Uncle! I mean, oppa! You're the one with coordination problems!" Lin Yoon-a exploded.

"Learn more from the good dancers in your group. Don't hold them back." Yin Xian said in a way that was both touching and annoying.

Lin Yoon-a was furious.

"Senior Yin Xian, don't keep poking at Yoon-a." Seo Joo-hyun couldn't stand it anymore, "Yoon-a cares a lot about this. She's been working very hard. She practiced almost all night last night."

Lin Yoon-a, hearing Seo Joo-hyun, immediately calmed down.

Yin Xian noticed Lin Yoon-a's eyes were a bit red.

This girl has it tough. Yin Xian suddenly felt a sense of empathy. From 2005, the first time he met her, she had been running around various drama and movie auditions, trying again and again. Whether it was due to limited acting skills or lack of opportunity, she would always be spirited and ready for the next effort the next day.

Combining the vague information in his memory with his understanding of her over the past year, he suddenly regretted the joke he had just made.

"Yoon-a." Yin Xian adjusted his tone, "Oppa was a bit harsh just now, but it was for your own good."

But this explanation clearly wasn't a good one, and Lin Yoon-a's tears started to fall.

"From the first time I saw you at an audition, Oppa was sure you would become a big star. So naturally, I have high expectations for you. You need to sing well, dance well, and act well, and all of these require talent." Yin Xian continued with what he thought was a good explanation, but it was clearly hurtful.

"You've been working hard and improving, which is great, but we all know you're not good enough yet, right?"

"Senior Yin Xian, you shouldn't encourage people like that." Lin Yoon-a couldn't help but interrupt.

"Uh... I'm not good at it. But Yoon-a..." Yin Xian said, pulling out a sketchbook he used to record his compositions from his bag and handing it to Lin Yoon-a, "Sign this for me, and write: This is Lin Yoon-a's first signature."

"Oh? Why?" Lin Yoon-a's tears stopped, but her eyes were still red.

"So when Yoon-a becomes a big star in the future, I can sell it for a lot of money." Yin Xian said with a smile.

Lin Yoon-a glared at Yin Xian fiercely but still took the sketchbook and wrote seriously:

To a certain hurtful uncle: This is the first signature of the invincible cute beauty. If you dare to sell it for money, I won't let you off! Lin Yoon-a.

She even wrote the date seriously.

"Joo-hyun, sign one for me too?" Yin Xian took the sketchbook and handed it to Seo Joo-hyun.

"Eh? Me? Oppa thinks I'll be famous too?" Seo Joo-hyun was a bit surprised.

"Of course, you and Yoon-a will debut together and become the most popular girl group in Korea, no, in all of Asia." Yin Xian thought for a moment and held back from saying the whole world, "More popular than H.O.T. and TVXQ!"

"Does Oppa really think so?" Seo Joo-hyun looked serious.

"Of course! With you, Yoon-a, and... so many talented girls, you will definitely be the best." Yin Xian almost mentioned Kim Tae-yeon and Jessica, but held back.

Seo Joo-hyun nodded and signed her name seriously.

"Senior Yin Xian, have you ever thought about entering the entertainment industry?" As she handed her signature to Yin Xian, Seo Joo-hyun asked casually, "I think Oppa has a lot of potential in this area."

Yin Xian was taken aback and then laughed.

"Who knows?" Yin Xian's smile was bright.

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