Please! My relationship with the girl group leader is purely platonic.

Chapter 1, of course, should start with small rolls.

Seoul, 1994.

A sudden knocking sounded, followed by a gentle voice.

"Yu-jin, are you up yet? Time to have breakfast."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Jiang Youzhen sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his still aching head. He had been feeling physically and mentally exhausted lately because of the tutoring classes. Thinking back on how he had been so busy with studying abroad, his headache worsened.

Looking at his tiny hands and feet, Jiang Youzhen sighed.

He glanced at the pile of textbooks on the table, and just as he stepped into the bathroom to wash up, he heard another knock on the door.

"Town, may I come in?"

"Of course"

Jiang Jingshu pushed open the door and walked in, wearing a black women's suit, her long hair tied up, looking capable and smart. After entering, she looked Jiang Youzhen up and down, and asked with concern, "Last week, the school called and said you got into another fight with your classmates. Did those people come to cause you trouble?"

Jiang Youzhen put down the towel, his eyes revealing an undeniable weariness. He nodded upon hearing this, "They were bullying a student who just transferred here. I was just trying to reason with them."

Jiang Jingshu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Have you decided? To study abroad?"

During this period, due to his idea of ​​studying abroad, Kang Woo-jin spent a lot of time studying, especially learning foreign languages. Seoul in the 1990s was still not good enough. Resources were scarce, and various industries were not as good as those in neighboring countries.

Jiang Youzhen nodded in agreement, "Yes, the teaching level in China is not good."

.....

Seeing her son with such a stern face at such a young age, Jiang Jingshu found it hard to believe he was only nine. She rubbed her temples helplessly. "Alright, hurry up and wash up. Grandpa's waiting for you downstairs."

After quickly washing up, Jiang Youzhen went downstairs and noticed everyone in his family staring at him. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he touched his neck and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Youzhen quickly sat down. On the table was a Western-style breakfast of sandwiches and fried eggs. Only his grandfather's side had plain porridge and side dishes. He picked up the still-warm milk and, seeing that only they were home, asked, "Hasn't Dad come back yet?"

"He's still in New York and won't be back this month," Jiang Jingshu replied simply, placing some vegetables on her son's plate.

The father is an actor and the mother is a screenwriter. This combination is not uncommon. It is said that the two met because of a movie. At that time, the father was not successful when he first started out. A big reason for this was that he was of mixed race and had no connections. He suddenly entered the entertainment industry, so you can imagine how bumpy the road ahead was.

His grandmother's generation were Danish, and Jiang Youzhen had only met them once. Jiang Jingshu was also unwilling to mention her in-laws. Over time, he understood one thing.

The father, who is not a good father, has no say at home and is prone to getting into trouble when he is away from home all year round, such as attracting unwanted attention.

So Jiang Jingshu didn't have a good expression all day, and she only felt a little better when her cheap father called.

During the meal, the old man asked about his studies, and Jiang Youzhen nodded to indicate that there were no problems, which improved the old man's mood.

After dinner, Jiang Jingshu took her son out. This was a spur-of-the-moment decision. While calling the school to ask for leave, she also told Jiang Youzhen that he didn't need to go to school today.

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Jiang Jingshu has her own studio, which includes three screenwriters and several employees to handle miscellaneous matters.

In today's resource-scarce world, money is easy to make in the entertainment industry, and singers and actors receive a lot of attention.

Jiang Youzhen couldn't object to his mother's decision to skip school, nor could he. In the end, he took a few bills and went to the bookstore next door.

Seeing that Jiang Youzhen was carrying five or six books, the cashier couldn't help but ask with concern, "Little boy, can you carry that? Where are your parents?"

Jiang Youzhen lifted the bag with both hands, looked up at her, nodded, and thanked her, saying, "Thank you, I can carry it."

After saying that, he walked out of the store, but then stopped again. Looking at the flyer that suddenly appeared in front of him, he silently looked up at the person who had posted it.

"Little kid, have you ever thought about becoming a trainee?"

"Thanks, I have no idea."

Ignoring the stiff smile on the other person's face, Jiang Youzhen walked around to the side with the bag in his hand. When he saw out of the corner of his eye that the person was about to follow him, he couldn't help but frown.

With so many people on the street and police patrolling across the street, could this person be a wig flyer, or is it a real kidnapping?

Just as Jiang Youzhen was about to issue a warning, a familiar voice suddenly came from in front of him.

"Jin represents?"

Jiang Jingshu looked at the familiar face in front of her with suspicion. She patted Jiang Youzhen on the shoulder to make him step back, and then asked, "Representative Kim, what a coincidence! Let me introduce you. This is my son, Jiang Youzhen. Youzhen, say hello. This is Representative Kim Jonghyuk."

Jiang Youzhen only then took a proper look at the other person, bowed his head and greeted him in a faint voice. He couldn't tell that his mother actually knew the other person.

"Writer Jiang? This little kid is actually Writer Jiang's child! No wonder he's so good-looking. Writer Jiang, have you ever considered having your child become a trainee?"

The moment Representative Kim started talking about trainees, Kang Woo-jin felt disgusted again. He had already clearly rejected him, yet he was still clinging to him.

According to his age, Kang Woo-jin is eight years old this year. He has perfectly inherited his parents' good looks, with slightly curly short hair and dark eyes. If he doesn't grow up to be ugly, he will definitely have the appearance of a teen idol.

Jiang Jingshu understood the other party's intentions perfectly. She smiled and politely declined the invitation, explaining that her child would be studying abroad in the next few years and did not plan to become a trainee.

Of course, she herself wasn't very sure about this reason. As the child of a screenwriter and an actor, she was exposed to the entertainment industry from a young age, and it's highly likely that what she does in the future will also be related to the entertainment industry.

However, these are all uncertain thoughts. Jiang Jingshu will unconditionally support whatever choices her child makes in the future.