Chapter 71 The Last Phone Call
"Han Zhiyuan, hot milk tea, thank you!"
"I want an Americano!"
“I want one too!”
During the intermission, there was about four minutes of advertising time, and the staff all called out to the girl with long flowing hair, who was the youngest writer named Han Ji-won.
With delicate facial features, flowing long hair and chubby lips, she looks very cute and a little sexy . To be honest, Zheng Xiuheng thinks this girl should be a trainee and an artist. Of course, this is just based on appearance.
Seeing that everyone was instructing Han Zhiyuan to buy drinks, Zheng Xiuheng was not surprised. This was the case in Korea. Whether it was a company, school, or anywhere else, it was common for juniors and those with less experience to run errands.
Of course, the money is basically paid by the seniors. For example, when a new employee of a formal company goes out to play with his seniors, the new employee will not be asked to pay. The role of the seniors will be reflected in such places. If the seniors take advantage of the juniors outside of work, they will also be despised. It sounds weird , but this is part of the Korean workplace and social culture.
Han Zhiyuan took the money handed over by the director, then turned around and walked up to ask, "Teacher Liu Xilie needs anything? And Zheng Xiuheng?"
"No need!" Zheng Xiuheng waved his hand and smiled. He didn't want to add any more burden to the girl who had just cheered him up.
Han Zhiyuan nodded with a blushing face, then looked at Liu Xiyeol.
"Mineral water!"
"Okay, senior!"
Han Zhiyuan nodded, then turned and ran out to buy something, and Zheng Xiuheng finally turned around and glared, "Uncle Liu, are you here to tease me today?"
"Ah? What's wrong?" Liu Xilie replied with a puzzled look. Not to mention being vulgar, he actually looked a bit cute. Zheng Xiuheng felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes.
"What are all those weird questions you asked just now? Not only are they incoherent, but you didn't even give me a glance before asking. This isn't a live video broadcast. Do you have to be so stingy? Do you have any other ideas for me? Xiuheng, what do you think? Please, are you hosting a show or just chatting? I beg you, when the uncle is going to ask something later, just give me a look so I can be prepared!" Zheng Xiuheng no longer had any hope at this moment. Although he didn't lose anything and could just treat it as a special experience, this failure was too speechless. He was actually stabbed to death by his own comrade-in-arms. If Zheng Xiuheng didn't know that the chances of success were slim, he would probably get really angry...
Liu Xilie stared at Zheng Xiuheng in a daze. After a while, he came back to his senses, blushed, laughed dryly twice, then touched the back of his head and said, "I'm sorry, Xiuheng, I just wanted to help, so I was anxious to bring the topic to you. I'm sorry, it's indeed my inconsiderateness!"
Zheng Xiuheng sighed, waved his hand and said, "Don't say sorry. You helped me get this opportunity, but it seems hopeless. Just do it as you normally do. I don't have any pressure now!"
After Zheng Xiuheng finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair and breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't been so nervous in a long time. After coming to Korea, he had only felt this kind of nervousness when he went to do a part-time job for the first time. He was so nervous that he broke a lot of dishes in his boss's house, and was scolded and kicked out.
"It seems that to enter this circle, you really need some tricks!"
"One minute countdown!"
Lee Jong Min's voice sounded, and there was one minute left in the commercial.
"ah!"
"Taeyeon, aren't you sleeping yet?" Huang Miying yawned and asked sleepily. At the moment, she couldn't even open her eyes. Looking at Kim Taeyeon who was wearing headphones and listening to the radio on the bed opposite her, she asked helplessly.
Kim Taeyeon nodded a little awkwardly, then pulled up the quilt and whispered, "Did I disturb you?"
"No, but you should go to bed early, or tomorrow's training will be ruined!"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it!"
She said she knew, but she still wore headphones. Huang Miying was a little helpless, and suddenly thought of something, leaned forward and asked in surprise: "Taeyeon, you are not interested in senior Zheng Shouheng, are you?"
Kim Taeyeon turned her head and looked at Huang Miying with wide eyes. After a while, she reacted and blushed, "What are you talking about? Senior and I have only met once... twice at most. Why do you think so?!"
Huang Miying curled her lips and asked doubtfully, "Really? I always feel that you care a lot about what your seniors say. And the reason you're not sleeping and listening to the radio right now is probably because of your seniors. The more I think about it, the more wrong it seems!"
As she spoke, Huang Meiying sat up, as if she had been convinced by herself, and her eyes became more and more exciting.
But after Jin Taeyeon came back to her senses, she felt a little helpless. After thinking for a while, she whispered: "You think too much. I just want to know more about you, senior, and then find a way to become your disciple!"
"Is that true?"
"Of course it's true!" Kim Taeyeon replied seriously. Perhaps because she had studied with famous teachers very early on, Kim Taeyeon knew very well that what a great teacher could teach was much better than a simple singing instructor in the company, and he would also be much more responsible. Although her purpose was not exactly like this, it was definitely not what Huang Miying said.
Huang Miying was still very skeptical, with a little gossip in her eyes, but seeing that Taeyeon was so sure, she gave up on continuing the topic. Besides, it was already 1:10 in the morning, and she was very sleepy.
After Huang Miying fell asleep, Kim Taeyeon shrunk back into the quilt. At this moment, she could hear Yoo Hee-yeol talking to the female listener who called in, which made her a little drowsy. Thinking of Zheng Xiuheng who was still in the live broadcast room, Kim Taeyeon's mind reverberated with the warm and beautiful notes.
"Hey, why don't you play the piano anymore, senior?"
After a moment, Kim Taeyeon suddenly felt inexplicably melancholy.
After entering the second half, Zheng Xiuheng had nothing to do with the show. The production team was considered conscientious. The callers who answered the phone were not too young, so no one scolded Zheng Xiuheng. It's just that he now feels like a bystander.
In this situation, Liu Xilie didn't know how to pass the topic. At this moment, he also felt that he had thought too simply about this matter. It was right to introduce Zheng Xiuheng to come through the back door, but there should be a suitable strategy. Now he realized that the program he was doing now was not suitable for inviting guests.
"Okay, let's take the call from the next listener, who will also be the last listener today!"
At this moment, the time had come to 1:48 in the morning. Yoo Hee-yeol looked at Jung Soo-heng and spoke apologetically.
Zheng Xiuheng just smiled and gave Liu Xilie a reassuring look. He was not depressed at all. This experience made him see some new things and also made him understand that to successfully complete a task, he still had to rely on his own efforts. Expecting others to bring everything to him was equivalent to handing his fate over to others.
