when idols fall in love

Chapter 72 69. Tokyo
Tokyo.

TV Asahi, Girls' Generation lounge.

Just after the singing stage, the members of the group were waiting for their managers and assistants to arrange pick-up vehicles.

Lin Yuner buried her head in writing something in a notebook.

Quan Yuli poked her head out from behind her and glanced curiously, "Yun'er, what are you writing?"

Lin Yuner subconsciously wanted to cover it up, but she heard Quan Yuli's voice, she stopped and explained, "Well, I'm writing the exercise assigned by the Chinese teacher last time."

"The exercises assigned by the Chinese teacher?" Looking at the thick stack of copybooks, Quan Yuli blinked, "Why don't I remember there are so many."

As one of the most market-aware artist training companies in South Korea, SM, which has its own ideas about the Chinese market, naturally arranged corresponding Chinese courses for Girls' Generation members.

However, the content of this type of Chinese course is more about simple oral, listening, speaking and communication, and does not involve more in-depth content.

"Yeah, I asked for it from the teacher alone." Lin Yun'er explained with a natural tone.

"That's it, no wonder." Looking at the dense Chinese on the copybook, Quan Yuli shivered, "You really have enough perseverance, I still won't bother you."

After closing the copybook exercise book, Lin Yuner silently posted it for a while.

It has nothing to do with perseverance, it's just that when someone really leaves, she begins to subconsciously look for something related to him
Ah du!

The phone on the table vibrated slightly.

After recovering, she glanced at the name displayed on the message, and the corners of Lin Yun'er's mouth curled up.

It's a picture and a question.

[Gu Heng]: Photo.jpg
[Gu Heng]: This courier, you sent it?
"Arriving so soon?"

While replying, she muttered something in a low voice.

Soon, someone's reply arrived.

Lin Yuner's face darkened, she gritted her teeth secretly, "Second-hand market."

If this guy dares to say such things in front of her.
Miss Lin Yuner restrained her anger, and politely used some punctuation marks to express her disapproval of his idea.

But soon, new photos arrived again.

"It's almost there"

Looking at the two photo frames juxtaposed together in the photo, Miss Lin Yuner's mood turned cloudy.

It's a pity that someone's next reply arrived one second before the cloudy weather turned sunny.

"Three worrying guys?"

Lin Yuner took a deep breath, and subconsciously "lightly" placed her clenched fists on the dressing table.

bang.

Not only did she startle herself, but she also almost shocked Sunny, who was coming up behind her with two bananas, into cardiac arrest.

"Lin Yuner, I told you that the damage to my spirit and heart in the past few seconds may take a lifetime to heal."

Sunny clutched her chest and "complained" to Lin Yuner, "Let me tell you, if I don't have three daily meals, I will spend my whole life with this deep pain."

Lin Yuner rubbed her aching hand guiltily, and while keeping accounts for someone in her heart, she winked at Sunny innocently, trying to pass the test, "Oni, Yooner didn't do it on purpose."

Sunny threw a banana to her and asked in confusion, "It wasn't on purpose, so why are you smashing the table?"

"I'm just a little sleepy, let's cheer myself up"

Speaking of which, Lin Yun'er herself felt that this excuse seemed too ridiculous.

Smash the table with your hands to boost your spirits, why don't you just show everyone a big boulder in the chest?
It just so happens that there are still many viewers on the TV station, so why not call them in to enjoy the performance of the strange girl Lin Run'e?

Sunny obviously also felt that Lin Yuner seemed to be talking about some cold joke.

Squinting her eyes, she looked at the mobile phone on Lin Yuner's table, "Who are you chatting with? Why do I feel that you girl is always sneaky lately."

Before Sunny took a step forward to see the phone interface, Lin Yuner coughed lightly and quickly pressed the lock screen.

"No, I'm asking Zhiyuan Oppa if our nanny van has arrived."

"So what did Zhiyuan oppa say?"

"Well, he asked me to go over and take a look first. He doesn't know much about the parking space planning here, so the nanny car is a bit difficult to park."

In an emergency, people's brains can always exert their ability to operate beyond the ordinary, and say something that sounds like it at first glance.
Lin Yuner walked out of the lounge while talking.

Sunny was taken aback when he heard that.

"Zhiyuan oppa doesn't know the parking space plan." Sunny repeated Lin Yuner's words, blinking, "But you, Lin Yuner, don't you know? You studied at Dongguk University, not Tokyo University."

Seeing Lin Yun'er disappearing outside the lounge, Sunny frowned slightly.

Not right.
very wrong
Her gaze subconsciously landed on Lin Yuner's dressing table.

A Chinese text post, a carry-on canvas bag.
"Huh, what is this?" Looking at the half of a small object exposed from the opening of the canvas bag, Sunny's eyes were fixed.

Sunny turned his head to the side, trying to see clearly.

Before she could reconstruct the complete appearance of this thing in her mind through her rich imagination, Quan Yuli had already answered her question.

"That's Yuner's baby."

While talking, Quan Yuli conveniently put Lin Yuner on the table and forcibly "shared" the bananas that she did not take away.

"Yun'er's baby?" Sunny was taken aback, "Why haven't I seen it before?"

Kwon Yuri gently pulled the small object out, revealing its complete shape

-Rough wood carving of a little girl and a fawn.

After Sunny saw it clearly, she put the wood carving back

"Because you've been addicted to Xiaoxiaole every day recently, of course you can't see it anymore, Yuner takes it with her wherever she goes now, if you don't believe me, ask Xiaoxian and the others."

While answering the doubts of the "Internet addicted" girl, Kwon Yuri tried to "lead her back to the right path".

"So that's how it is." Thinking back to Lin Yuner's strange state just now, Sunny had a strange intuition.

She subconsciously asked, "Yuli, do you know who gave this?"

"I don't know, Yuner refuses to say, she just said that she is a friend. I said that her friend's skills are not good, and Yuner is not happy." Kwon Yuri peeled off the banana peel and replied leisurely.

"Friend?" Sunny's eyes fell on the Chinese text post on the table, and she blinked, "Let me guess, this wood carving should have appeared in Yun'er's hands in early June, right?"

"Huh?" Quan Yuli was stunned.

Trying to recall, she looked at Sunny with a strange expression, "When did you learn divination?"

Sunny is not in the mood to chat with Quan Yuli at the moment.

Taking a step forward, she opened the copybook exercise book.

There are more than 100 pages of copybooks, and I don’t know when they have been filled with four-fifths.

From front to back, looking at the little changes in the writing on it, Sunny felt that some kind of speculation in his heart was portrayed as reality by each stroke.

Feeling a little complicated, she sighed softly.

"This is a little troublesome"

(End of this chapter)