Chapter 70

In the abandoned teaching building at the back of the mountain, Moon Jung-woo sat there, frowning as he sifted through the programs. They had all performed and been seen, and of course, professionalism was not a concern. Some even sang off-key, but that wasn't the point. Moon Jung-woo discovered a talent in himself, one that he even acknowledged more than his skills in piano, taekwondo, and foreign languages.

This talent was his ability to easily see through phenomena to the essence, grasping the information he wanted beyond the surface.

For example, regarding this school anniversary, it was not open to the public, nor was it a large-scale event like a year-end live broadcast by a TV station or a Dream Concert. The primary goal was to achieve interactivity and enthusiasm.

What did enthusiasm mean? It meant getting the students interested in watching, and that was enough. What was interactivity? To some extent, it was also a sense of immersion.

Making people easily immerse themselves, whether they were performing students or audience members outside, as long as these two points were achieved, it was enough. So, unlike other activities that required the programs to be as exciting and the scenes to be as lively as possible, this time, Moon Jung-woo's focus was not on professionalism and excitement, but on the two points mentioned earlier. How to achieve this? It depended on the highlights of the programs.

It was not limited to singing, nor was it limited to the number of participants. As long as they put in the effort, took it seriously, and treated the program as a real task rather than a joke, that was enough.

Of course, these still needed to be worked on after Moon Jung-woo selected them. However, when it came to immersion, it was a two-for-one deal. If the performers were stimulated to take it seriously, there would be no problem.

No one was alone; they all came from their respective classes. With collective effort, once everyone participated in the program, even if it was just a little, they would certainly pay attention during the performance.

Each class would definitely have one or two programs, so wouldn't it be that all fifteen classes across the three grades could actively participate? This was where Moon Jung-woo's new talent came into play. With over thirty programs in hand, which ones could fully leverage the effects summarized above would be retained.

After circling and marking, the basic decisions on which to delete and which to keep were made. Moon Jung-woo exhaled, lay down, and then picked up the forgotten diary to flip to that page and read.

People have a natural inertia. Having left messages twice, how could he not notice the diary's existence for a long time each time?

Subconsciously, as soon as he entered the stairs of the abandoned teaching building, Moon Jung-woo would first glance at the diary. Perhaps it was a tacit understanding? A folded corner, no need to flip to know if the other person had been there and left a message. However, Moon Jung-woo didn't know if spring had really come, as he had the attitude of saving the best for last.

First, he finished his serious work, then he carefully read the diary, rather than casually reading and leaving a message before working. And today's message content indeed deserved his attention.

Not only was the message longer, but there was also an unexpected piece of information that made Moon Jung-woo secretly pleased. Because she finally admitted that she was a girl.

"Alright, I admit I'm a girl. So since you don't plan to give this place to me, let's share it. (PS: You're so stingy! Humph!) But I don't want to meet you, and I believe you don't want to either. Because we both come here alone, I guess we're the same, looking for a space that belongs only to us, where we can be our true selves without being disturbed. I'm not sure when I'll want to come, sometimes when I'm in a bad mood, or when I'm in a good mood, I think of this place to laugh out loud or... Can you think of a way? No using the excuse of overlapping time and space, or I'll catch some caterpillars and put them here, and they'll crawl all over you! O(∩_∩)O"

Moon Jung-woo chuckled. She had some nerve, daring to catch caterpillars. Suddenly, he looked up at the stairwell, stood up, and walked upstairs. He examined the intersection of the first and second-floor stairs, rubbed his chin, and smiled as he returned to sit on the steps. He continued reading the message below.

"Can I ask what you come here for? They say this place is haunted, and no one dares to come. But I'm not afraid; there are no ghosts in this world, right? Ghosts are imagined by people, so people are the scariest. Oh, saying that, it seems I'm talking about myself too. But I think I'm different from them. After all..."

Moon Jung-woo frowned slightly because this part was suddenly crossed out. The handwriting was illegible, clearly written and then erased. Continuing to read, it indeed didn't connect with the previous part.

"Have you seen the movie 'The Touch'? So not meeting you is the right thing to do. After just a few messages, you thought of these things. You must be a player, right? Oh, I suddenly kind of dislike you. What can I do? But it doesn't matter, since we won't meet anyway. I'll be more honest. Koko^_^"

Moon Jung-woo squinted, not really caring about her dislike. He just didn't expect that the theme of 'The Touch' he had casually mentioned would resonate with her.

"I should go, don't forget to think of a way. Oh, keep this place clean and don't leave anything behind. I apologize, I should have said it the first time. Writing in your diary without permission was wrong. Although you didn't mention it, my father said that whether in school or in society, one should not be impolite. So... you don't mind, right? Since you didn't say not to. Well, I'm really leaving. I might be busy recently, not sure if I'll have time. But why are you so free? You always leave messages so quickly... I won't say more, I'm really leaving this time. ^_^"

Moon Jung-woo smiled and shook his head, read it again carefully, and took out a pen but didn't rush to write. Instead, he looked up at the tree branches. He was just a common person after all. It was only after breaking free from that mechanical life and gaining insight that he realized this. What was the difference between this and pen pals or online friends? Just a more unique and complex form.

Now, hadn't his mindset changed? Gradually, he was starting to look forward to this place, rather than just seeking solitude. But there was nothing wrong with that. He also felt that he was overly mature, not in the way that other children understood love early, but in the way he handled people and situations like an adult.

Teachers like Lee Soo-young and "Little Lion" Lee Soon-kyu always said the same about him. He had a sunny and cute appearance, but his inner self lacked charm and was too unlike a child of his age. Lee Soon-kyu, who was nine months older than him, did all the things typical of her age, like taking selfies, playing video games, and surfing the internet.

However, he had no interest in any of these. He only did what was most needed and what he should do, such as practicing voice, singing, dancing, and acting. Unlike other trainees who very much wanted to play but restrained themselves to practice seriously, he was very serious about practicing to achieve his goals but lacked the childlike desire to play.

This... was not good.

Wanting to play but not having time, and having time but not playing. Although the result was the same, the mindset was different. Not thinking about it anymore, he decided to do something typical for his age. After all, he was quite looking forward to and interested in it, wasn't he?

Even this feeling wasn't entirely about playing; there was a lot that he couldn't quite explain. He smiled, wrote the message, and read it again. Closing the diary, he stood up, scratched his head, and felt a bit lost.

Was he... really in spring fever?

Never mind. He was almost like her, saying he wouldn't think about it but couldn't help analyzing it thoroughly, as if he had a problem. Humming a tune, he walked toward the activity room. The selected programs, let them prepare. Suddenly frowning, Moon Jung-woo thought of his own program, feeling a bit strange.

He had wanted to sing a duet to make her understand the difficulties of his voice change. But when she sang the first note, Moon Jung-woo felt a sense of suppression and challenge. These two feelings coexisted. At least when it came to singing, Lee Soon-kyu had never given her such pressure, but it was evident in that Kim Tae-yeon.

How to decide... Moon Jung-woo fell silent for a moment.

(Sorry, I woke up late. (>_<) I hope you didn't vote for someone else. If you forgot to vote, remember to do so. Thank you. O(∩_∩)O)

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