Ahn Yujin’s mischievous smile sent shivers down Liang Yun’s spine.
Could this girl really know some grappling techniques?
Liang Yun couldn’t help but wonder.
Ahn Yujin’s playful gaze made Liang Yun’s goosebumps intensify, and he shivered.
He was speechless, his face as red as a pig’s liver, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
He just wanted to die on the spot, or learn from Earth-Escaping Sun and burrow into the ground to escape.
“I… that… I was…” He was sweating profusely, desperate to explain, but didn’t know where to start.
He couldn’t possibly say, “I was stalking you guys like a pervert for songwriting, could I?” That would sound even more suspicious!
“…”collecting data”?” Ahn Yujin raised an eyebrow, finishing his sentence for him.
“Huh? How did you know?” Liang Yun froze, like a student caught cheating red-handed.
Ahn Yujin looked at his foolish expression and finally couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Jang Wonyoung next to her also covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking, clearly trying to hold back her laughter.
“Producer-nim, do you think all of us trainees are naive and sweet?” Ahn Yujin laughed so hard her eyes were watering, holding her stomach.
“Your disguise skills are worse than the stupid villains in TV dramas. Your hat is pulled so low, your mask is so tight, and you’re walking on tiptoes. Are you afraid people won’t notice you?”
Liang Yun’s face turned red from what she said, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
He then realized that his “field research,” which he thought was flawless, probably looked like a comical pantomime in other people’s eyes.
“I… I just wanted to understand you all better, for… for songwriting.” He mumbled, his voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum.
To prove his innocence, he even pulled out his phone and opened the memo he had named “Trainee Observation Diary.”
Ahn Yujin leaned in curiously to look, and saw it densely filled with notes:
“Observation Subject Ahn Yujin. Characteristics: Dog-like beautiful girl, smiles like a big puppy, full of energy, suspected of having ADHD, is the team’s ‘engine.'”
“Observation Subject Jang Wonyoung. Characteristics: Cat-like beautiful girl, outwardly cool, but actually a sweet girl who loves to act spoiled, possesses impossibly long legs, walks with a breeze, is the team’s’stabilizing force’ (physically tall).”
…Below were also several crooked chibi figures, with each character’s features exaggeratedly drawn.
For example, Ahn Yujin had a small sun drawn above her head, while Jang Wonyoung had a pile of sparkling stars next to her.
Looking at this “observation diary” full of a straight male’s perspective and strange remarks, Ahn Yujinand Jang Wonyoung exchanged glances, and for a moment, they didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh.
“Producer-nim,” Ahn Yujin, stifling a laugh, pointed to the line “suspected of having ADHD” and asked, “This… how did you observe this?”
“Well… when you eat, you keep shaking your leg, and… and you like to tap your bowl with your chopsticks…” Liang Yun answered honestly.
Ahn Yujin: “…Or should we just call security?”
A thrilling “capture operation” ultimately ended in a comical way.
After the misunderstanding was cleared, Liang Yun could finally openly present his creative work from the past few days.
In the company’s listening room, all the trainees were present.
They looked at Liang Yun, who was sitting in front of the control panel, their eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of sympathy.
They had already heard about Producer-nim’s “glorious deeds” from Ahn Yujin and Jang Wonyoung.
Liang Yun ignored their gazes, cleared his throat, and tried to look professional.
“Everyone, these past few days… ahem, after my observations and thoughts, I have composed a brand new song for you.” He operated the computer, opening the demo file.
“The name of this song is ‘ELEVEN.'”
After saying that, he pressed the play button.
This was followed by rhythmic drumbeats and bass, creating a mysterious and dreamy atmosphere.
The girls all held their breath, their eyes filled with surprise.
When the chorus began, the melody of “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, You make me feel like eleven” hit their hearts like an electric current.
It was a pure musical magic that transcended language and logic, making their bodies sway gently along.
The listening room was silent, with only the music flowing.
The girls’ faces all showed expressions of enchantment.
They seemed to see a door to a new world slowly opening.
The song ended, its lingering melody resonating.
After several seconds, the practice room erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
“Oh my god! This song is so good!”
“Producer-nim! Are you a god?!”
“I feel goosebumps all over! Is this really a song written for us?”
The girls were all so excited they were incoherent.
They had trained for so many years, listened to countless demos, but no song, like “ELEVEN,” had made them realize in the very first instant—this, this was their song.
Liang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, seeing their excited faces.
He re-entered his confident and professional “Producer mode.”
“I knew you would like it.” He stood up, walked in front of everyone, and began to elaborate on his creative concept.
“‘ELEVEN,’ numerically, represents surpassing the perfect score of ten, a surprise beyond perfection. Emotionally, it represents the colorful, dreamlike feeling of a young girl falling in love for the first time. In that moment, the world in your eyes transforms into something never seen before.”
“I hope this song can become your ‘calling card.'” His gaze swept over each girl’s face, his eyes sincere and firm.
“I hope that when people hear this song, they can immediately remember you. Remember your youth, your dreams, and your unstoppable charm. This is what I define as your ‘ELEVEN.'”
After he finished speaking, the expressions in all the girls’ eyes, including Ahn Yujin and Jang Wonyoung, completely changed when they looked at Liang Yun.
It was a complex look mixed with admiration, respect, and gratitude.
At this moment, he was no longer that sneaky “stalker” (which he never was), nor that clumsy social phobe, but a truly talented Producer who understood them and could lead them towards the future.
Of course, admiration aside, Ahn Yujin’s “interesting” soul would not rest there.
While admiring Liang Yun’s talent, she also developed a strong “research interest” and “desire for transformation” for his rare, protected-animal-like social phobia.
Thus, that evening, Ahn Yujin unilaterally announced in their small group chat—the “Liang YunCultivation Project” was officially launched!
The first step of the plan: feeding.
The next day, when Liang Yun arrived at the studio, he found his desk covered with all sorts of snacks and drinks, from potato chips and chocolate to fruit juice and yogurt, everything imaginable.
Next to it was a cute sticky note with a smiley face drawn on it, and written: “Producer-nim, please enjoy ~”
Liang Yun was startled and was about to return the items when Ahn Yujin, as if on cue, pushed open the door and walked in.
“Producer-nim, this is a small token of our appreciation for writing such a wonderful song for us!”
She pushed the snacks back to him without explanation.
“If you don’t accept them, it means you look down on us!”
Faced with such a “passionate” offensive, Liang Yunwas powerless to resist and could only accept them with a wry smile.
The second step of the plan: forced socialization.
At lunchtime, just as Liang Yun was about to go to his “exclusive” corner of the cafeteria as usual to eat, Ahn Yujin and Jang Wonyoung stood like two “door gods” blocking his studio door. Get faster updates on novelping.com.
“Producer-nim, let’s go eat together!” Ahn Yujininvited with a smile.
“No… no need, I… I can go by myself.” Liang Yunquickly waved his hand.
“That won’t do.” Ahn Yujin grabbed his arm with surprising strength.
“Everyone still wants to discuss the song details with you. If you hide by yourself, where are we going to find you?”
And so, Liang Yun was half-dragged, half-pulled to the trainees’ dining table.
Surrounded by a group of youthful and beautiful girls, he was stiff and felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He lowered his head, silently shoveling rice, feeling like an ugly duckling surrounded by a flock of swans.
At the dinner table, Ahn Yujin acted like an experienced host, constantly throwing out topics, trying to activate this “autistic” Producer.
“Producer-nim, what’s your favorite dish?”
“…Anything is fine.”
“Producer-nim, besides making music, what other hobbies do you have?”
“…Playing games.”
“Producer-nim, where are you from?”
“…Earth.”
After a few rounds, Ahn Yujin realized that conventional conversation methods had no effect on Liang Yun.
Her eyes darted, and she remembered the “observation diary,” immediately changing her strategy.
“Producer-nim, I heard that the ‘Call of Duty’ series is releasing a new game soon. Have you pre-ordered it?”
Upon hearing this keyword, Liang Yun’s eyes instantly lit up.
He suddenly looked up, and his words burst out like a floodgate opening.
“Duang!”
“I pre-ordered it! Of course I pre-ordered it! I’m telling you, this time the story is definitely going to be epic, and there should be a lot of new guns…” He began to analyze the game trailer enthusiastically, from level design to plot speculation, and then to plot direction, speaking with great animation, completely forgetting where he was.
Ahn Yujin rested her chin on her hand, her face adorned with an unyielding smile, watching Liang Yunspeak voluminously, occasionally offering a two-sentence response.
The other girls were all stunned, and although they didn’t understand anything, they found his animated expression incredibly novel and interesting.
Under Ahn Yujin’s persistent “harassment” and “cultivation,” Liang Yun, though still socially anxious, was already able to speak complete sentences of more than three words in front of them (only in the fields of games and anime).
One day, while eating Korean barbecue in the cafeteria, Ahn Yujin looked at Liang Yun across from her, who had burned the meat due to nervousness, and shook her head helplessly.
She personally picked up a perfectly grilled piece of pork belly, dipped it in sauce, wrapped it in lettuce, and then, with lightning speed, directly stuffed it into Liang Yun’s mouth.
“Ah—open wide!”
Liang Yun was caught off guard, his mouth full.
He looked at Ahn Yujin with a shocked and lifeless expression, like a hamster suddenly fed by its owner, his cheeks puffed out.
And Ahn Yujin, like a child whose prank had succeeded, showed a triumphant, brilliant smile.
She felt that this cultivation plan was truly too interesting.
After Ahn Yujin once again successfully made Liang Yun talk to her for several sentences on the phone, she hung up, feeling satisfied.
Jang Wonyoung walked up behind her, “Yujin Unnie, aren’t you a little too concerned about ProducerLiang?”
Ahn Yujin’s smile froze: “Eh? Am I?”
She turned to look at Jang Wonyoung, revealing an even brighter smile.
“Because he’s very interesting.”