Peninsula: It’s just a dream, are you serious?

Chapter 148 Lin Yoona is scared
"Our Xiaoyan is really amazing, she released a hit song right away."

Chen Yan, who was perfecting a piece of music at his desk, received a message from Kim Tae-yeon, along with an infographic of the song "I Got a Boy".

He smiled helplessly.

So this older sister found out so quickly? I was planning to give her a surprise.

Just as I was about to reply, another message popped up in the chat box.

Nuna who likes it: But the lyrics were actually written by Xiao Yan. How did you manage to write such meaningless lyrics?
Forehead.
He can't very well say that he dreamt it.

After thinking for a moment, he replied: "It's just that I was inspired by studying your group's previous songs. Aren't the lyrics of 'Gee' and 'Oh!' similar?"

Nuna, who likes it: That's true.

In the dorm room, Kim Tae-yeon, leaning against the headboard, pursed her lips. This was indeed the truth.

At this moment, Chen Yan sent another message: See you at the company then, noona.

Looking at the message, she blinked, then her fingers quickly tapped on the virtual keyboard.

Kim Tae-yeon: But the song recording is in five days! So Xiaoyan doesn't want to see me for these five days? I was even thinking of going tomorrow night! [Innocent face]

Little Man [Heart]: Come on! Nuna has to come! If Nuna doesn't come tomorrow night, I'm coming to take her away! I know the address.

Who could resist a sweet and soft older sister?
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Kim Tae-yeon couldn't help but let out a middle-aged woman's laugh as she read the message.

On the bed next to her, Lee Soon-kyu looked at Kim Tae-yeon, who was laughing so hard she collapsed on the bed, and shook her head.

Is being in a relationship really that fun?

Should I consider changing roommates and switching rooms with Choi Soo-young? Those two should be roommates.

Meanwhile, in the room opposite...

"Yoona, what are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."

Kwon Yuri noticed that Lim Yoona seemed a little off; she had been spacing out ever since she came back from the company meeting.

In just a short time, she had seen it several times.

"Oh, I wasn't thinking about anything, unnie. I just felt a little tired, so spacing out for a while can help me relax."

Yoona forced a smile and offered a plausible excuse.

She couldn't very well say that she was thinking about Chen Yan.

The aftereffects of our last meeting at the coffee shop seem to still be lingering.

Now, whenever she hears that name, her emotions subconsciously fluctuate.

Before going to sleep at night, I always subconsciously think about whether I will have any strange dreams.

It wasn't like this before.

Lin Yoona is now genuinely afraid to see Chen Yan.

Fortunately, I didn't have much contact with him in private. We barely talked on Kakao, and the only two times we met in private, I was the one who took the initiative to arrange it.

She had initially thought that as long as she didn't contact or meet with the other person, this strange situation might gradually improve over time.

But unexpectedly, reality gave her another "surprise".

I do not go to see the mountain, but the mountain comes to see me.

Chen Yan has transformed into the producer of their comeback single, making it difficult for them to avoid seeing each other now.

Yoona sighed softly and shook her head.

Well, let's just take it one step at a time. We'll have to try to avoid being alone together when the time comes.

Her only wish now is to stop having strange dreams at night.

The next morning, Chen Yan, who had slept soundly until dawn, was woken up by the alarm clock on time. He then slowly sat up and stretched comfortably.

He hasn't been dreaming much lately, which has made him strangely anticipate what will happen in his next dream.

After getting out of bed, washing up, and getting ready, Chen Yan went out. He drove to JYP Entertainment, bought some seaweed rice rolls at a convenience store near the company for breakfast, and then went inside.

Taking the elevator back to the floor where the composers work, Chen Yan sat down at his workstation and glanced around.

Strictly speaking, today is his first day at work. Yesterday, he just sat at his desk all morning, got to know his new colleagues, and then went to SM in the afternoon.

After nodding and greeting a few new colleagues sitting at their workstations, Chen Yan took things out of his backpack while recalling the basic information and regulations that Director Jin had mentioned that day.

The floor where composers work, which is the floor where Chen Yan is located, consists of composition rooms and recording studios, apart from a few workstations.

There are seven composition studios and four recording studios.

In addition, there is a conference room for Park Jin-young to use for meetings with the company's composers.

It's worth mentioning that the company has limited composition studio space, which needs to be used according to priority.

The rule is that only the top seven composers in terms of copyright fee income can use the composing studio for free, while other composers need to pay to use it.

Chen Yan had no objection to this.

After all, it's normal for companies to give preferential treatment to employees who generate more revenue.

Since it's a company, making money is definitely the top priority.

Therefore, his current goal is to get into the top seven in terms of copyright revenue and have free access to the composition studio.

After chatting with Choi Sulli, who was on her way to her appointment, for a while, Chen Yan started working.

As a composer, my job is naturally to write songs and compose music. Once I get into it, time flies by.

It wasn't until he noticed someone getting up next to him that Chen Yan glanced at the time and realized it was lunchtime.

He got up and took the elevator to the floor where the cafeteria was located.

The food at JYP's cafeteria was alright. Chen Yan got some food and started looking for an empty seat while carrying his tray.

He did see a few colleagues he had met yesterday, but they clearly had their own circles, so he didn't try to force himself into them.

Just as I was looking for an empty seat, a few girls suddenly walked towards me.

Among them were the slightly chubby-faced girl Chen Yan had met on the day he joined the company, and her friend with wise eyes.

Just then, the girl with chubby cheeks looked up and met Chen Yan's gaze.

The girl was clearly taken aback, but when she saw Chen Yan smile at her, she subconsciously returned the smile.

After glancing at the music producer badge hanging around Chen Yan's neck, she quickly stopped and bowed, saying, "Hello, Producer Chen."

Upon seeing this, the girls who were with him quickly followed suit and bowed in greeting.

"Hello."

Chen Yan smiled and responded, but instead of standing in the aisle chatting with them any longer, he walked directly to an empty table not far away.

Behind him, several girls began to whisper among themselves after Chen Yan left.

"Sanpa, do you know that producer Xi? I don't think I've ever seen him before," a girl with two rabbit teeth and a very cute face asked.

Sana Minatozaki, the chubby-cheeked girl, shook her head: "I don't know her. I just happened to run into her in the elevator with Momo last time. I didn't expect her to be the company's producer."

"Then how did you know his surname is Chen?" the girl with the rabbit teeth asked again.

This time, another girl next to her spoke up: "You're so stupid, Nayeon unnie, it's written on her name tag."

"Hey! You're the silly one, Jeongyeon. I just didn't notice."

The girl called Jeongyeon ignored the girl with the buck teeth's rebuttal and instead pushed the girl called Momo forward.

"Let's go, Momo's drooling, the baby is obviously starving."

"Nonsense, when has Momo ever not drooled over food?"

The group chatted quietly as they walked forward.

At this moment, Sana Minatozaki, who was walking at the back, turned her head to look at the back of the person sitting there eating alone, then looked away and walked to catch up with the people in front.

(End of this chapter)