Chapter 3

"Jung-gyu, come in." After Moon Jung-woo suddenly fell silent, Lee Soo-young suddenly realized something, glanced at the door, and saw those eyes. He called out, and the door was pushed open by a small hand. As expected, Lee Jung-gyu appeared, but she only smiled cutely, showing no sign of embarrassment.

Moon Jung-woo glanced at her and turned his head away. This act of ignoring her easily ignited a small flame of annoyance in her. "Stuck-up brat," Lee Jung-gyu cursed under her breath and sat down next to Lee Soo-young. Moon Jung-woo pondered for a moment, then looked up at Lee Soo-young: "I don't know if it will be useful, but I will honestly tell you all the skills I currently possess, since you want to assess my qualifications."

Lee Soo-young nodded, signaling for him to speak. Moon Jung-woo sat up straight and casually picked up a water cup: "I have an older brother and an older sister. Our family has always been strict, and my father has his own methods to cultivate us. In terms of language, besides Korean, I can also fluently use English and Chinese."

Lee Soo-young was taken aback and frowned slightly: "Koreans have a common flaw of exaggerating. You are so young, yet you claim to be fluent in two languages other than your native tongue, one of which is the difficult Chinese. Can I understand that you only know some simple phrases?" Seeing Moon Jung-woo about to speak, Lee Soo-young suddenly waved his hand and started speaking in English.

Sunny was completely lost, but Moon Jung-woo answered fluently without pausing. It lasted nearly three minutes, and Lee Soo-young looked surprised, then switched back to Korean: "This... This is a California accent, right? Did you live there?"

Moon Jung-woo nodded: "From the age of six to nine, my father sent me to study there. Before that, I could already converse. The main purpose was to practice my spoken language."

Lee Soo-young nodded in satisfaction, but Moon Jung-woo suddenly spoke: "But to be honest, your English... is really not good. It's as awkward as a foreigner speaking Korean. You don't even have the right accent." With a chuckle, Lee Jung-gyu covered her mouth and laughed. Lee Soo-young glared at her awkwardly and laughed, waving at Moon Jung-woo: "I've been in Korea for years, and I haven't spoken it much, so it's a bit stiff."

Moon Jung-woo remained noncommittal, but Lee Jung-gyu knew it was an excuse. Just being able to converse doesn't mean he could speak as fluently as a native English speaker. Otherwise, that brat would have only stayed there for a few years before returning to Korea, and he wouldn't still be able to speak with an accent. Although she couldn't understand it, her father had clearly already made up his mind... Wait, why am I defending that brat?!

"Just English, what about Chinese? Do you dare say you're as fluent?" Lee Jung-gyu looked at Moon Jung-woo with a skeptical expression. Moon Jung-woo looked puzzled: "Do you understand if I say I'm fluent...?"

Seeing Lee Jung-gyu's blank expression, Moon Jung-woo shook his head and said nothing. The previous sentence was in Chinese.

However, Moon Jung-woo's reaction made Lee Jung-gyu immediately realize something. She gritted her teeth and glared at him, as if she wanted to eat him. Seeing his daughter's reaction, Lee Soo-young's eyes became strange. Actually, when his wife was pregnant with this youngest daughter, they had always wanted a boy. Unfortunately, she was born when they were already quite old. Although she was a daughter, they didn't want to have another child and decided to raise her like a boy.

Moreover, as a trainee in the company, although there were only a dozen or so people, her special status as the CEO's daughter made her the de facto leader among the trainees, regardless of age. She joined the company when it was founded, which shaped her strong personality. However, if Moon Jung-woo really joined, the small circle of SW trainees would likely change.

Waving his hand, Lee Soo-young smiled: "We don't need to test your Chinese. Your English is at this level, so I believe your Chinese is similar." Looking at Moon Jung-woo, Lee Soo-young became even more convinced. At such a young age, besides the arrogance mentioned by his daughter, he didn't show much pride, just a bit of self-respect. He was neither arrogant nor humble, and his character was already enough. But...

"My father said that among the world's six billion people, the most widely used language is English, and the most spoken is Chinese. So, mastering these two languages is enough to travel the world. Therefore, I didn't learn other minor languages. Language is just a tool for communication, not a means to show off." Moon Jung-woo explained this to make him believe the facts. Sometimes, a sufficient reason is enough to make someone believe.

Lee Soo-young nodded: "For an artist, language is certainly important. You are already above the required level. At least, you won't need to waste time on the foreign language classes in the training program." Unconsciously, Lee Soo-young was already considering his future training, and Moon Jung-woo, who understood, continued.

"Regarding being an artist, I haven't received systematic training in personal skills. However, I can tell you about some related ones. I passed the regular tenth level in piano this year, but my father said it was to cultivate my temperament, not to be too professional. After that, I just maintained it without further practice. In addition, my brother taught me to play the guitar, and I practiced for two years. I also learned some saxophone and ocarina, but these are more amateur."

Although Lee Soo-young's face remained calm, he was very excited inside. He wanted to wait until Moon Jung-woo finished before commenting. Moon Jung-woo paused and continued: "You should have noticed my voice. I am currently in the voice-changing period. I don't know what my voice will be like after the change. I've heard that boys' voices drop by an octave after the change. However, I had a good lung capacity before, and I can sing without going off-key and can accurately grasp the rhythm. I just need to improve my breathing control."

Lee Soo-young nodded: "That's fine. I heard you sing just now. If it weren't for the voice-changing period, your voice should have a good texture. And your breath control is strong, so your high notes should be good too." Moon Jung-woo had no extra expression, paused, and looked up, frowning: "What I'm least good at is probably dancing. I occasionally practice by following TV or MVs, but it's very amateur. However, I have always been diligent in sports. My father said that no matter what you do, you need to maintain a healthy body. I have been practicing Taekwondo and have a red-black belt, second degree. I can directly convert to a black belt, second dan, when I turn sixteen. I also went to China to learn martial arts for two years, during which my spoken Chinese became fluent, with some dialects from the northeastern Heilongjiang and Jilin regions."

Lee Soo-young clapped and laughed: "Good. That's not a problem. As long as your body is flexible, you can improve your dancing through practice. Moreover, practicing Taekwondo should have already stretched your muscles, which is beneficial for dancing."

"Hey!?" Lee Jung-gyu had been holding back, and the more she looked at him, the more he seemed like a monster: "You're just a trainee, do you think you're running for president? Do you need to tell us your academic performance, your ranking in each semester, and what awards you've won...?" "Except for second place last year, I was first in all other exams. I got full marks in two essays."

"Uh." Lee Jung-gyu's mouth dropped open in shock, speechless. She had been joking, but the various skills he listed, which even many adults in the workforce might not possess, were impressive. For example, fluent English and Chinese, which are in high demand in many companies due to Korea's economic ties with these countries.

Moreover, his piano skills could potentially make him a pianist if he pursued it professionally. And Taekwondo. In Korea, one can only be tested for a black belt at the age of sixteen. Before that, only red-black belts are allowed. This guy had already passed the red-black belt and was waiting for his age. Once he turned sixteen, he could directly convert. Plus, his academic performance, especially the full marks in essays, was incredibly difficult to achieve.

And all of this was mastered by a thirteen-year-old brat. Lee Jung-gyu couldn't help but look at her father. Was this the difference? His father had instilled in him so much knowledge and skills, and he had excelled in all of them, while she had entered his entertainment company as a trainee just because of her father's profession, acting as if she had great dreams and was very sensible. Comparing the two, was she the lucky one or was he the lucky one? And considering the hardships and efforts he must have endured to achieve this, was she the unfortunate one or was he the unfortunate one?

"Is that all?" Compared to Lee Jung-gyu's strange emotions, Lee Soo-young seemed to be still interested and asked tentatively. Moon Jung-woo had been narrating calmly, but at this point, he hesitated slightly: "There's one last thing..."

Seeing both father and daughter staring at him, Moon Jung-woo pursed his lips and spoke softly: "My IQ is 164."

With a chuckle, Lee Jung-gyu finally couldn't hold back her laughter. Lee Soo-young also couldn't help but laugh, but his gaze was strange. Lee Jung-gyu threw herself into Lee Soo-young's arms, pointing at Moon Jung-woo and laughing: "You... Your emotional intelligence must be... negative. You actually... actually list these as personal skills for a trainee... Ha ha. You... You've come to the wrong place. This... This isn't a government office recruiting civil servants. You... You should try your luck in the Central District. Ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter was somewhat shrill. Even Moon Jung-woo, who had always been calm, couldn't help but twitch his lips as he watched Lee Jung-gyu laugh uncontrollably. Lee Soo-young frowned and patted Lee Jung-gyu, who buried herself in his arms. Although her laughter became muffled and smaller, the occasional shoulder tremors still expressed her current mood.

"Maybe, my emotional intelligence is really low." The laughter abruptly stopped, and Lee Jung-gyu looked surprised, turning her head to look at the brat who was smiling for the first time. She couldn't help but feel that his smile was somewhat glaring. Was he retaliating? She knew that her unique childlike voice, when accompanied by laughter, could be very hurtful, often described as shrill. So, he was smiling at her to make her feel uncomfortable?

{Piaotian Literature