Chapter 33

Wen Zhengyu actually didn’t mind agreeing to it. Or rather, he couldn’t refuse. Regardless of the relationship between Li Zhiying and the principal, at least if his grades really dropped, his family would be the first to not allow him to continue like this.

So, Wen Zhengyu never thought of giving up his studies from the bottom of his heart. However, he couldn’t be swayed by a single word, even if it was just a casual matter. That would indeed be treating him like a child, testing his intelligence.

Wen Zhengyu had a premonition from the moment those few teachers vied to have him in their classes; this school was very different from the one he previously attended. He himself didn’t feel he had any particularly outstanding skills. Academic excellence didn’t count, and he had already excluded things like Olympiad math. His piano and foreign language skills were far beyond what ordinary students could achieve, and perhaps even the teachers weren’t as good as him.

Wen Zhengyu, though young, had a growing sense of the world around him as he gradually interacted with the people and things around him. He might encounter many troubles in the future at school because of his uniqueness. Indeed, when Wen Zhengyu came out and told Mr. Liu that the principal had assigned him to his class, and then went to the principal’s office and came out, leading him into Class 2-3, the first trouble had already arrived.

"Everyone, quiet down. Let me introduce a new transfer student to you all..." Mr. Liu stood at the podium, a smile on his face.

He turned to Wen Zhengyu and gestured for him to come forward. Wen Zhengyu stepped up and bowed to the students, "Hello everyone, my name is Wen Zhengyu." The students looked at each other, and soon applause broke out, but the whispers seemed even louder.

"Oh, he’s so cute."

"Mo ya? That’s not cute, it’s handsome."

"Hey? He has smiling eyes, smiling eyes!"

Mr. Liu, seeing Wen Zhengyu’s unchanged expression, smiled and waved his hand to quiet the students. What age is second year of junior high? It’s the transitional period from child to teenager. Regardless of gender, there’s not much difference. They all like to be noisy.

Wen Zhengyu was tall among the boys. Mr. Liu gestured for him to sit in the empty seat at the back, and Wen Zhengyu walked toward it.

Calmness, this word itself explains the issue. It’s because something might make a person lose their composure that the word’s meaning is highlighted. Otherwise, why would no one say someone is calm when they sleep, but say they are calm when they encounter trouble?

On the surface, Wen Zhengyu sat down, looking at the blackboard and the teacher as the lesson began, but in his heart, he felt somewhat helpless. Does Oppa have to be so likable? Why are you looking at me instead of the blackboard?

There were always girls looking back at him, and a few boys as well. Various meanings intertwined. Wen Zhengyu could have lowered his head or not listened to the lesson, but in an instant, he gave up. He naturally accepted this attention.

It could also be considered a form of training, right? In the future, he would stand on stage and in front of cameras. Being the center of attention is part of his job. Everything needs to be practiced and experienced early.

In the past month, the training wasn’t very systematic, but through Li Shungui and some other trainees, Wen Zhengyu understood a lot about the entertainment industry.

Without going into other aspects, just talking about idols. The term "idol" translates to "idol" in English. However, in Korea, it has a slightly narrower meaning. It usually refers to idol singers.

The Korean entertainment market isn’t large, so actors aren’t divided into serious actors and idols. However, singers are different, especially idols. Although they have high exposure, many fans, and attention, they are also clearly categorized. Idol singers or serious singers.

Idols, from the beginning and even until the end of their careers, mainly target young students. By the time he debuts, these classmates will probably be preparing for university, although they are unlikely to become his fans.

But these students are currently part of his fan base. If he can’t calmly accept their attention, what’s the point of debuting? What’s the point of being an idol? What’s the point of entering the music and film industries...

"Wen Zhengyu, come up and solve this problem." A voice interrupted Wen Zhengyu, and he stood up instinctively. Mr. Liu was calmly looking at him, but there was a smile in his eyes.

What are you smiling about? Just because I was daydreaming in class and you caught me? Wen Zhengyu walked to the blackboard, took the chalk, and looked at the problem. He solved it in no time.

"Sing a song for everyone." As Wen Zhengyu politely bowed to return to his seat, Mr. Liu’s words almost made him fall to the ground.

He thought he had heard wrong and turned to confirm with Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu smiled, "Sing a song for everyone."

"Mo ya?!" Wen Zhengyu blurted out instinctively.

Saying this to the teacher was a bit impolite. He quickly bowed and apologized, cleared his throat, and said, "Teacher, this is a math class. You... you want me to sing?"

Mr. Liu simply ignored him and addressed the many students, "You all didn’t know, right? This new transfer student, Wen Zhengyu, is actually a trainee at Seoul Entertainment. How about he sings a song for us?" The students looked at each other and suddenly clapped and cheered, as if they were really supporting him.

Wen Zhengyu frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and bowed, "Teacher, I’m in the middle of my voice change, and I’ve only been a trainee for a month. I haven’t had systematic training, so I’m not much different from everyone else."

Mr. Liu thought for a moment, gestured for the students to quiet down, and then nodded, pointing to the piano in the corner for the music teacher, "Then play a piece for everyone. According to your file, your specialty is the piano. I assume you play well."

Wen Zhengyu was at a loss, "I’m also good at Taekwondo. Do you need me to perform that?"

Mr. Liu’s expression relaxed, "Taekwondo is fine, but the space is too small. Come on, perform a piece. I don’t know what you were thinking, but you were so engrossed that you almost spent the entire class. There are only five minutes left before the class ends. Perform for everyone, and it will also help you get to know your classmates."

Looking at Mr. Liu, Wen Zhengyu was taken aback for a moment, then slowly curved his lips. He put aside all his doubts and found the key. It was the experience he had when he came out of the principal’s office and Mr. Liu went in. Mr. Liu’s behavior was already very telling.

Adults, especially a man in his fifties. No wonder his hair was all gone; he was more petty than a child. Was this a blatant use of his authority to seek revenge? Although it was harmless, it went against his original intentions.

But now wasn’t the time for him to consider this. He walked to the piano, and applause broke out again. Wen Zhengyu smiled brightly, his smiling eyes were so cute that one might want to bite his face.

"I’ll play a piece for everyone, Chopin’s Black Key Etude." Wen Zhengyu said, opened the piano lid, and began to tune the instrument.

For second-year junior high students, music class isn’t a required subject. Who could understand what Chopin’s Black Key Etude is? At most, they knew who Chopin was. But as the internet comments often go, "Even though I don’t know what it is, it seems impressive..."

After tuning, the performance began. Whether or not Chopin’s Black Key Etude is attractive is another matter, but a boy who is so cute and handsome, playing the piano so fluently, with a serious expression and elegant movements, the music flowing in their ears, the praise was constant.

Especially his slender, white fingers, in the sunlight, were so warm yet distant. Everyone was so engrossed that they didn’t even notice the bell ringing. However, at the door of Class 2-3, a crowd had gathered, mostly students, and a few teachers.

"Is that Wen Zhengyu?"

"A pianist! And he’s in Mr. Liu’s class."

The teachers pouted and muttered, while the other students couldn’t help but peek and discuss, "Who is it? Who is it? Is it a music class?"

"What music class? I heard it’s a new transfer student, not only super handsome but also a trainee at Seoul Entertainment. He’s performing for his classmates."

"Super handsome? It’s only second year of junior high, how handsome can he be?"

"Just take a look and you’ll know."

Students naturally like to watch the spectacle. No one is an exception. But with so many students gathered, and it being break time, no one noticed a petite girl who had just come up from the stairs, saw the crowd, and frowned, tiptoeing to see what was happening.

"Hey? Is that Taeyeon? Didn’t she say she was going to Seoul to take music lessons from her teacher?"

A girl with a few freckles on her face saw the petite figure and called out with a smile.

The petite figure turned around, her small face as cute as a chick. In her school uniform, her skin was as white as milk, but her appearance seemed even more attention-grabbing.

Her name is Kim Taeyeon. Yangji Middle School, Class 2-1. 2003... she is fourteen years old.

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