Xiaye, Province Z Hospital.

A young man wearing a cap walked slowly down the corridor of the hospital. He looked up at the room number, and when he reached the sixth room from the left, he pushed the door open.

It was a single room, and a fifteen-year-old boy was lying on the bed. His leg was injured, and he was hanging in a funny way.

The young man who walked in couldn't help but laugh, and the patient on the bed gave him a pillow.

"An Xiaoyang!

I'm already in this state, and you're still laughing at me?! "

Anyang caught the pillow that Ji Heng threw at him and laughed while apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is the first time I've seen someone who didn't have a 'broken leg', hahahaha."

"Get lost."

"Don't, we're brothers. Let's talk nicely," Anyang said as he casually sat down on the chair beside him. He instantly jumped up in pain and gasped.

This time, it was Ji Heng's turn to gloat. "Can you do it, brother?

It wasn't a light hit, right? "

Anyang carefully sat down on the chair. He had no choice but to sit up straight. "You don't say. If it weren't for my grandfather, I'm afraid I would be lying in the hospital like you."

"But you succeeded, didn't you?"

Ji Heng hugged the pillow and looked at his childhood friend. When he saw him nod, he let out a long sigh of relief. "Then when are you leaving?"

"When the injury on my body subsides, around the end of August."

Ji Heng turned around and took out a bank card that he had prepared in advance from the drawer. He handed it to Anyang. "Take it. Your dad probably won't give you much living expenses. I'll give you half of my savings, plus your own. When you go to Korea, Brother Ye will be there. It won't be a problem for you to last for a year or so."

Anyang took the bank card and nodded.

"We haven't been separated since we met. You'll have to find your way on your own from now on. Keep your stubbornness in check, and don't foolishly go head-to-head with others. Take care, Anyang."

Anyang stared at Ji Heng without blinking, as if he wanted to remember his current appearance. "I might … not be back for a few years … You have to take care of yourself too. Be careful."

"I know."

— — —

November 2010, Seoul, South Korea

Unknowingly, Anyang had been in this completely unfamiliar city for more than a month. He had also been attending language classes for a month, and he was finally able to carry out simple daily communication.

Today was the day Brother Ye would bring him to the company for an interview. Anyang woke up early to work on his vocal cords to ease the tension in his heart.

The company that Brother Ye worked at as a trainee was not very famous. In any case, Anyang had never heard of it before he came here. But it was said that there were a lot of capable people there. Many of them were underground rappers, and recently, a guy who was very good at composing music had joined.

When Ye Yizhou came to look for his younger brother, he didn't expect Anyang to wake up early. He passed him the breakfast he bought and patted Anyang's head. "Are you nervous?"

"Yes."

"Don't be nervous. Just treat it as a talent show. You'll definitely be fine."

Anyang responded as he ate his breakfast. The tension in his heart did not lessen at all.

After he finished eating, Ye Yizhou brought him to the company. 15 minutes later, Anyang looked at the dilapidated office building in front of him and doubted his life. Although Brother Ye had said that the company was very small and not very famous, the reality in front of him was really too cruel.

Looking up at the dilapidated Bighit signboard, Anyang had mixed feelings. Was this really the company that Brother Ye had said had a lot of capable trainees?

Before Anyang could say anything, Ye Yizhou had already walked in. Anyang immediately followed him like a little puppy.

The two of them walked to the practice room on the basement floor. There were already quite a few people inside.

Ye Yizhou scanned the practice room and brought Anyang to sit in a corner. He turned his head and smiled at the people beside him. "You guys are here so soon?

Aren't you still composing? "

"It's more or less done. The next step is to change the details. There's no rush. Nam Joon and I came over first."

Anyang had never heard such a unique drunk voice. He curiously poked his head out from the side to see the owner of the voice. Ye Yizhou noticed his little brother's actions and smiled as he stroked his hair. "This is my little brother, Anyang. He was born in 1994 and just came to Korea not too long ago."

The owner of the voice was very fair. He pursed his lips and looked a little cold. Next to him was a boy wearing a cap. When he looked up, he revealed a silly smile. "Hello, I'm Kim Nam-joon. I was born in 1994."

"Min Yoon-ki, born in 1993."

Ye Yizhou turned his head and taught him word by word. "Yoon-ki is older than you, so you have to call him Brother."

Anyang obediently replied, "Hello, I'm Nam Joon... Brother Yoon."

Min Yoon-ki glanced at his new brother. He had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. When he smiled, he revealed a small canine tooth. His facial features were exquisite, but he didn't look aggressive.

Ye Yizhou had mentioned before that he had a brother in China who was good at singing and dancing. He was also good at rap. This made him a little curious about his brother's ability.

The few of them chatted for a while before the judges arrived. Thus, they stopped talking and obediently waited for their turn.

Today was the end of the month assessment. The judges let the trainees go first. This seemed like a show of strength. After a few rounds of performances, the newcomers were obviously nervous. Anyang, the big-hearted boy, calmed down and became an audience.

Brother Ye was right. The rappers here were not bad.

However, there was nothing amazing about them. Perhaps it was because their expectations were too high that they felt a little disappointed.

"Next, Kim Nam-joon."

Anyang watched as his new friend walked up and held the microphone. It was as if he had suddenly become a different person. A string of fluent American English rap surprised him so much that he couldn't close his mouth. His pronunciation was clear, and he scored full marks for handsomeness. His whole person seemed to be shining.

An Yang's entire body became excited. His small hand that had nowhere to place patted Ye Yizhou's back, creating afterimages. His pair of sparkling eyes widened as he turned his head and called out, "Brother — —"

However, he was stopped by one sentence. "Don't speak Chinese."

It was not his mother tongue, so he needed some time to react. In addition, Anyang was extremely excited and couldn't remember how to express himself in Korean.

Ye Yizhou looked at him anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks. His cheeks were red as he choked out a sentence.

cool！”

"... It must be hard for you to choke out a sentence in English."

Min Yoon-ki, who had been watching the whole process, couldn't help but smile. This brother of his was really Kiyo.

Not long after Kim Nam-joon, it was Min Yoon-ki's turn. Anyang listened to this brother's highly recognizable drunken voice, storm-like rap, and mature aura. He sighed softly on the side. This was the level of a strong mouth cannon.

The villain in his heart secretly clenched his fists. This interview must not be missed!

When the interview began, Anyang's body was already burning with fighting spirit. His nervousness was completely burned away. When he reported his name, he even shouted, "Here!" It made the group of people around him laugh.

Ye Yizhou: Ah, I feel so embarrassed...

Anyang chose an English lyrical rap song. He liked to learn European and American songs when he was young. He also self-taught European and American singing methods with a lazy London accent. The flow was a little shaky, but after all, it was not a pure hippop song. His shortcomings were covered up very well.

After the song, Anyang looked at the judges expectantly. They exchanged a few words, but didn't express their opinions. Anyang unconsciously pursed his lips.

Sun Chengde, who was sitting on the side, smiled comfortingly. "You have other talents, right?"

"Yes, I also know Tai Chi!"

Sun Chengde:???

No, that's not what you wrote on the form.

Thus, under the confused expressions of the judges, Anyang finished a set of Tai Chi.

Ye Yizhou, who was sitting on the side: [facepalm] This is going crazy...