Chapter 67

"Space overlaps, time intersects..."

Jin Taeyeon silently repeated these words, and subconsciously muttered to herself, "Isn't this from 'The Touchable Lover'?"

A soft exclamation, and after speaking, Jin Taeyeon tapped her lips a few times. She really was, even though it was already autumn, she was thinking about these things.

Biting her lip and glaring at the smile on the diary page, Jin Taeyeon squinted her eyes and wrinkled her nose. She wrote something on the diary with her pen.

After a while, she exhaled, placed the diary on the stairs, and stood up to leave. However, before leaving, she still subconsciously looked back to make sure the diary was fine, then smiled and left the abandoned teaching building.

After school, Lee Sun-kyu returned to SW, changed her clothes, and was about to go to the practice room. But when she opened the door, she saw Moon Jung-woo dancing to the rhythm of the music.

Lee Sun-kyu was about to ask why he was back so early today? Recently, he had been coming and going early, and Lee Sun-kyu had gotten used to it. Suddenly, Moon Jung-woo appeared here earlier than her, which made her puzzled.

But seeing Kang Jun-yong standing on the side, shrugging helplessly and nodding his chin toward Moon Jung-woo, Lee Sun-kyu subconsciously didn't speak but walked over to Kang Jun-yong, "Oppa, what's wrong?"

Kang Jun-yong shook his head without speaking, then suddenly turned off the music. Clapping his hands, he said to Moon Jung-woo, who turned his head with a frown, "You've been dancing for half an hour, take a break."

As he turned to leave, Kang Jun-yong smiled at Lee Sun-kyu, "You ask him yourself. He's been back with a frown. It's rare to see Jung-woo angry."

Lee Sun-kyu was stunned, walked over, and looked at Moon Jung-woo, who was sitting against the wall, panting. She indeed saw a trace of anger between his brows, as if he was angry at someone.

Lee Sun-kyu sat down curiously, "Are you angry?"

Moon Jung-woo didn't respond. Lee Sun-kyu shook her head in amazement, "You actually get angry sometimes? That's rare."

Moon Jung-woo pursed his lips and smiled at Lee Sun-kyu, "Are you gloating?"

Lee Sun-kyu narrowed her eyes and nodded emphatically, "Zzang."

Moon Jung-woo looked at Lee Sun-kyu, his eyes flickering, and after a while, he gently shook his head, "It seems my choice was right. I hate short and cute types, less than 1.6 meters tall."

Lee Sun-kyu's smile froze, and she glared at him coldly, "Who are you talking about?"

Moon Jung-woo stood up and walked toward the door, "Whoever makes me uncomfortable, I hate."

Lee Sun-kyu narrowed her eyes and looked at Moon Jung-woo, suddenly running over and leaping to punch him. Moon Jung-woo turned and caught her around the waist, then threw her over his back. Lee Sun-kyu screamed and instinctively closed her eyes.

But after a while, she didn't feel the expected pain of hitting the floor. Opening her eyes, she found her head almost touching the floor. The distance was so short that her hair easily touched the ground, and she could even see the floor.

Moon Jung-woo gently put Lee Sun-kyu down, and it took her a while to react, panting and looking at Moon Jung-woo.

Moon Jung-woo still had that sunny smile, and Lee Sun-kyu, biting her lip, suddenly laughed and said two words, easily reversing the situation. The two words were... "Deserved."

Moon Jung-woo's smile froze, and he looked at Lee Sun-kyu's smug face, shaking his head, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Lee Sun-kyu stood up from the ground, "I'm talking about you. Getting angry at someone, deserved."

Moon Jung-woo paused, shook his head, and turned to leave, "I'm not in the mood to play around. Practice on your own."

Lee Sun-kyu glanced at the door, smiled, and chose a song, following the rhythm. Soon, she looked at herself in the mirror, her expression serious as she focused on each movement. When Lee Sun-kyu was serious, she had a presence.

But after dancing for a while, she suddenly stopped, lowered her head, and remained silent for a while. She turned off the music and ran out again. Moon Jung-woo was heading to the president's office, first knocking on the door, but there was no response. He turned the doorknob and found it locked. He turned back, only to bump into Lee Sun-kyu again.

Moon Jung-woo frowned at her, "Are you done yet?"

Lee Sun-kyu looked behind him, "What? My dad isn't there?"

Moon Jung-woo grunted and walked past her.

Lee Sun-kyu turned and followed, "Have you eaten?"

Moon Jung-woo shook his head, "No... Are you going to treat me?"

Lee Sun-kyu pouted and hit him, "I'll treat you, let's go to the cafeteria."

Moon Jung-woo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "The president's daughter treating me to the cafeteria? Are you serious?"

Lee Sun-kyu glared at him, "A man letting a girl treat him to a meal, are you serious?"

Moon Jung-woo nodded, "Yes, I am."

Lee Sun-kyu laughed and shook her head, "With your thick skin and smooth talk, who could make you upset? I really want to meet him."

Moon Jung-woo walked toward the cafeteria, "Two fried chickens, and I'll tell you everything."

Lee Sun-kyu pouted and muttered something, but followed him into the company cafeteria. After getting their food and sitting at a corner table, she asked while eating, "Why did you come back so early today? Are the school festival arrangements done? No need to practice?"

Moon Jung-woo took a sip of soup, "No, I encountered some trouble, so I came back early."

Lee Sun-kyu looked puzzled, "What kind of trouble? Didn't you talk to your principal?"

Moon Jung-woo paused, shook his head, and said, "It's not really trouble, just a bit of frustration."

Lee Sun-kyu laughed, "You can have such moments? You always seem so calm."

Moon Jung-woo frowned, "Why do you keep saying that? It's like I'm invincible."

Lee Sun-kyu said, "But that's how you act. The facts are right there, and the contrast is clear."

Moon Jung-woo lowered his head and didn't speak. Lee Sun-kyu smiled and pushed the fried chicken toward him, "It seems you're really bothered. You even forgot to take a shower after practice. You might catch a cold with all that sweat."

Moon Jung-woo picked up a piece of fried chicken and chewed, then asked, "Can I sing now?"

Lee Sun-kyu nodded and opened two bottles of drinks, handing one to him, "You should be able to. Otherwise, my dad wouldn't have asked your principal to assign you to the school festival."

At this, Lee Sun-kyu frowned and looked at him, "Why are you asking this? Is there something wrong with your voice?"

Moon Jung-woo shook his head, "No. It's just my first stage, so I want to do well."

Lee Sun-kyu quickly waved her hands, "That's not a good idea. According to my dad, you can sing, but not too much. If something goes wrong, it might affect your future voice. You're almost through your voice change, so don't push it."

Seeing Moon Jung-woo's surprise, Lee Sun-kyu paused, then waved her hands, "I heard this from my dad... But even if you wanted to push it, it probably wouldn't be possible."

Moon Jung-woo asked, "Why not? You just said I can sing now."

Lee Sun-kyu shook her head, "During the voice change, you shouldn't shout, as it can affect your vocal cords. And since your vocal cords are still developing irregularly, the vibrations can't be too intense. If you force high notes, you'll break your voice."

Moon Jung-woo laughed, "Then how can I perform? Is this really just a school festival? Just a celebration, not a debut stage."

Lee Sun-kyu said helplessly, "Didn't you choose the song yourself? Do you have to choose a song with high notes?"

Indeed, not every song has high notes. Why choose one like that? But mentioning the song, Moon Jung-woo thought of that stubborn little face and felt speechless.

Lee Sun-kyu looked at Moon Jung-woo and said casually, "Tell me about it."

Moon Jung-woo came to his senses, looked puzzled, and asked, "Tell you what?"

Lee Sun-kyu looked at him, "Tell me what's bothering you. Maybe I can help."

Moon Jung-woo thought this was a bit absurd. But after some thought, he told her the truth. After listening, Lee Sun-kyu was speechless, "What a mess. They always say you're mature, but it turns out a little thing like this can bother you. It seems your heart isn't as broad as you think."

Moon Jung-woo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "So, what's your brilliant idea, wuli Sun-kyu? Use your nine months of experience and wisdom to tell me how to solve this?"

Lee Sun-kyu rolled her eyes and frowned in thought for a while, "Collaborating with those rowdy students is out of the question. It's just a school festival, not worth the trouble. But you said that girl is also practicing in Seoul, right? Clearly, she wants to compete with you or prove something. Isn't that obvious?"

Moon Jung-woo's eyes widened, and he laughed, "Where did you get that idea? I didn't even know her before, and she's a girl. Are you saying she wants to compete with me in singing?"

Lee Sun-kyu chuckled, "That's because you lack experience and flexibility. There are many ways to handle things. For someone with a quiet and introverted personality, it's better to ask her directly. Guessing back and forth will just make you frustrated, while she remains unaffected."

Moon Jung-woo said helplessly, "I asked, but she didn't say."

Lee Sun-kyu laughed lightly, "She didn't say... but you can say."

Moon Jung-woo's eyes lit up, as if he had an idea. It seemed he should be more direct tomorrow.

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