Chapter 5

Thank you for the generous tip from "Pit God"!!!! "I don't know how the author came up with this, but I have to say it's really engaging. It gave me goosebumps."

"Even though I wasn't born back then, it's said to be quite eerie. I hope the author can release the next part soon."

"This is too scary. I'm a bit scared. I'll wait for the seniors who have read it to give their reviews!"

The next afternoon, after returning to his apartment, Jung Rongxuan immediately turned on his computer to check the reviews of "Memories of a Murderer." Most of the reviews were positive, of course, some female readers found it too scary and not to their taste. Among the many reviews, Jung Rongxuan saw Kim Ho-shik's review again.

"Brother, you are truly talented. I have always been very interested in this story, but I never dared to write it. I was one of the many people who were scared out of their wits back then. Although it's only the first chapter, it instantly brought me back to that era, to the time when I was a little boy, trembling with fear and hiding in my mother's arms, not daring to go out. Even though I was just a little boy, who knows who the next victim might be."

Jung Rongxuan couldn't help but laugh at this guy's review. Although he hadn't experienced those days, he could imagine how terrifying it must have been for the people living in that small town, with multiple serial murders happening.

Jung Rongxuan opened the forum's private message and sent a thank-you note to Kim Ho-shik, inviting him to discuss some "trauma" inspiration if he had the chance.

After sending out the second chapter early that day, Jung Rongxuan opened a new webpage, typed in the URL for Yahoo Japan, and started searching. He hoped to find some clues in the search results, but unfortunately, his wish was not fulfilled.

"If you're looking for that one, I can tell you it's unnecessary. Japan's animation industry is the most advanced in the world. Although Miyazaki had some initial ideas, he hadn't completed the trauma yet. The animation was only about a quarter complete at that time. If you submit now, you might be able to become a co-author," the otaku god sprite reminded him at an inappropriate time.

Jung Rongxuan shook his head helplessly and said, "Being a co-author isn't interesting. Forget it, I'll continue writing my Korean novel."

"You're plagiarizing, plagiarizing!" the otaku god sprite sneered.

"I am plagiarizing, and I enjoy it. What can you do about it?"

Jung Rongxuan smiled and ignored the little guy in his head. He searched for a movie that would be released two years later, finding a sex comedy. He remembered this movie, which was quite funny. Although it wasn't released in China at the time, he was in Korea and went to the cinema to watch it. It really shocked him.

Can movies really be made like this? The exposed scenes were so bold. He wondered how the actresses could dare to do it. Would they not worry about their future husbands being jealous? It wasn't until later that he learned, by chance, that there is a profession called a stand-in.

Seeing the name of this movie, Jung Rongxuan smiled, clicked on it, and created a new document. He started "creating" again.

While he was writing, in a room at the Literature Village Publishing House, the publisher Park Hwan-jin accidentally discovered "My Sassy Girl" online and was immediately drawn into the story. He couldn't stop reading and finished it in one go, only to realize that it was already dawn.

Rubbing his sore neck, Park Hwan-jin, with an excited expression, slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "This is fantastic! It would be a waste not to publish such a wonderful story."

Jung Rongxuan didn't know that his first book had been noticed by a publishing house. Of course, this was also related to the publishing house's declining performance over the past two years, which was almost at the point of not being able to pay the bills.

After another pleasant and tiring weekend, on Monday afternoon, just as he was leaving the classroom after school, he was stopped by Li Min and Jiang Yan.

"Jung Rongxuan, we don't ask about your busy schedule, but this time you have to help us out. We can't speak Korean well, and not many people understand Chinese. Our English isn't good enough, so we thought you were the only one who could do it."

"What is it?" Jung Rongxuan looked at the two with surprise and asked, puzzled. Although he rarely participated in the group activities of the exchange students, he often met them and frequently helped them with on-the-spot translations.

"Next week, the school is organizing a music exchange event. The professor wants us exchange students to perform two programs. I can play the piano, but we need someone to sing a Korean song. After thinking about it, we decided you were the only one who could do it," Jiang Yan said, somewhat helplessly.

Although they had been in school for two months, unfortunately, not many of them, except for Jung Rongxuan, had passed the Korean language test. Not many people understood Chinese either. Fortunately, they chose to take classes in English, but even with good English, the students from China found it difficult to study, let alone sing and dance.

Jung Rongxuan nodded indifferently and said, "No problem, leave it to me. It's just a Korean song. Let's go, we just met, let's go eat. I'll treat you!"

In the past, Jung Rongxuan was an active participant in school cultural activities, not because he was particularly passionate, but because of his mixed-race identity, people always wanted to see him make a fool of himself. Unfortunately, from a young age, he never let them succeed.

After lunch with the two beautiful classmates, with no classes in the afternoon, Jung Rongxuan planned to return to his apartment. As he passed by a music store, he suddenly felt inspired and walked in.

"Boss, can I try this piano?" Standing in front of a piano, Jung Rongxuan lovingly caressed the shiny surface and asked the boss, who was walking over.

Jung Rongxuan's mother loved music. Although she had lived in China for many years, her Chinese was not perfect, but she was hired as a music teacher at a high school in WH City. Influenced by her from a young age, Jung Rongxuan had some achievements in playing the piano and a few other instruments.

"Sure!"

With permission, Jung Rongxuan thanked the boss and sat down at the piano. He recalled the rhythm and started playing on the black and white keys.

Today, Quan Baoying had some business at Dongguk University. Unexpectedly, as she walked past a music store, she heard a gentle piano melody. If it were just the music, it wouldn't have caught her attention, but along with the unfamiliar piano piece, there was a clean, snow-washed voice. It was a song she had never heard before, and the male voice was particularly unique, clean, and unadorned, piercing her ears. She couldn't help but close her eyes, feeling the deep happiness in the music and the voice.

It took several seconds for the music to fade before Quan Baoying came to her senses. Her heart was completely enchanted by the song. Although there were many idols in Korea with clean and pure voices, none of them were like the one she just heard. Looking through the large glass window, she saw a boy with a handsome and dashing appearance slowly standing up from the piano.

Quan Baoying couldn't wait any longer and immediately pushed the door open, her eyes shining as she looked at Jung Rongxuan and said, "Sir, your piano playing and singing are excellent. Are you interested in becoming a singer? Our company..."

Jung Rongxuan looked at the ordinary-looking woman in her 20s who had suddenly burst in, and gently shook his head. "Sorry, I've never thought about being a singer. I have to go. Boss, thank you!"

"No need to be polite. If you want to play the piano, just come to my store," the boss, who had also been entranced by the music, happily invited him.

Jung Rongxuan smiled, bowed, and politely declined Quan Baoying's further introduction, then left the music store.

Being a singer? Maybe he would play around with it if he had the interest, but his personality was too lazy. Even if he really did it, he wouldn't like the endless promotions and stage performances in the Korean entertainment industry. What he found even more repulsive was the seniority system in the Korean entertainment industry. So, if Jung Rongxuan were to do anything, he would be a highly respected screenwriter in Korea.

Speaking of Korea, it is truly a unique country. Directors are not the most powerful in the production team; screenwriters play a crucial role. Strong screenwriters can even command directors, and actors, no matter how famous, cannot freely improvise during performances. They are not allowed to change a single word of the script without the screenwriter's approval.

Among screenwriters worldwide, perhaps only those in Korea have the highest status. This book is now signed, please feel free to add it to your collection! Requesting recommendations and collections!

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