Park Ji Shang, who had just arrived from Busan this year?

F was small and wore a pair of glasses. He still had baby fat on his face, and when he smiled, his eyes would turn into crescents. He was usually very cute, but when he danced, he had a unique charm that made people unable to take their eyes off him.

"This kid is said to be the top dance student in Busan Art High School," Jung Ho-seok said as he looked at Anyang, who was leaning on him like a spineless person. "He also practices modern dance, just like you."

"It's different. He only learned modern dance. His performance is much better than mine," Anyang said as he stared blankly at Park Ji Shang's reflection in the mirror.

"But it's hard to start practicing our sword dance. At least I learned popping when I was young, but he has to learn from scratch."

"What you're saying now is rather pertinent. Why did you say those words before?"

"What?

What did I say? "

"Didn't you ask 'why are you here?'"

"What's wrong with that question?

He's suddenly in Group A, so he must have some skills, right? "

"You knew what he would think after hearing it, but you still said that." Min Yoon-ki, who was sitting next to him, opened his eyes and looked at him. "You're such a bad boy."

Anyang couldn't help but laugh. "What's wrong with all of you? It's only been a few days, and you're already siding with him."

"Because he's a very cute and sensible brother."

Kim Nam-joon, who had turned around at some point, hooked Anyang's neck from behind and leaned forward. Anyang was almost pressed to the ground. "Be a kind brother, Anyang."

"Get off me!

You're so heavy! "

Compared to "sensible", Anyang felt that "knowing how to read people's faces" was more suitable for Park Ji Shang.

F。

He would help Shujin Ge with the household chores. When everyone was tired and lying on the ground, he would immediately get up and get a towel and water. He was very protective of his family. Even though Jiuguo was shy and did not respond to him, there was also Tai Heng. Because they were of the same age, the two of them naturally played together.

He was trying his best to fit in with this small group, but he was neither cold nor warm towards Anyang. He tried his best to avoid contact with him.

As expected, his dance was severely criticized by the teacher. Even though Anyang's dance transformation process was the most similar to his, he only asked Jung Ho-seok for advice.

On the contrary, this made Anyang feel that this younger brother of his was stubborn and cute, and he even held a grudge.

Because he had to learn the Blade Dance from the beginning, Park Ji?

F endured the setback to her self-esteem and repeatedly practiced the newly learned dance.

The words Anyang had said to him in the beginning reminded him again and again of the gap between him and the others. The strong sense of urgency kept him on edge, and he spent the whole night in the practice room.

"Know?

F didn't come back again? "Kim So-jin sighed. It's already the second night, isn't it?"

"Brother, I saw him take a blanket." Kim Tae-hang poked his head out from the top bunk.

"Mo?

Is he sleeping in the practice room?

Tai Heng, call Anyang and let him know.

Bring F back. "

"Brother Anyang?" Kim Tae-hang grabbed the phone, thinking that he had misheard. "Know?

Isn't Brother Ho-seok the person who F is closest to? "

"Didn't Ho-seok's previous persuasion have no effect at all?

Don't underestimate Anyang's mouth. Although it's really poisonous, it's very effective at coaxing people. "

Kim Tae-hang deeply agreed, and immediately called Anyang.

When Anyang received the call, he had just finished his work and took off his headphones.

"Hello, Tai Heng, what's the matter?

… Know?

F?

I got it. "

After hanging up, Anyang stood up, stretched, and tidied up the things on the table.

"Are you going back today?" Kim Nam-joon took a sip of coffee and asked him.

"No, I'm going to the practice room to bring a kid home. I'll come back later."

Jung Ho-seok also turned around. "Is it Know?

F? "

"Yeah, he's quite like you when you were young. He trained until his lumbar muscles were strained. Why can't he learn something good from his brother?"

Jung Ho-seok couldn't help but throw a paper ball at him. "Hurry up and go!

Bring him back! "

Min Yoon-ki's back was facing Anyang, and he reminded him, "You haven't finished your part yet. Come back early."

"Got it."

Anyang slowly walked to the practice room and poked his head out. Park Ji?

F was indeed here, and his bag and blanket were placed by the wall.

He was very focused on practicing in front of the mirror and didn't notice that Anyang had been standing behind him for a while.

To be honest, after practicing modern dance for so many years, it was really difficult to learn a dance that he had never danced before.

Modern dance was mainly about softness, but now it emphasized strength.

Anyang was like this at the beginning, and that was why he asked Ho-seok to correct his movements and small habits bit by bit. In the beginning, the dance teacher would definitely reprimand him, but there was no shortcut. He could only learn step by step and correct it step by step.

Actually, now he knew?

F was already doing very well, but if he tried too hard, it would be easy for him to get injured.

Anyang knocked on the door gently to attract the attention of the person practicing.

"Shujin Ge asked me to take you home to sleep."

Park Ji?

F was a little surprised to see Anyang. He hesitated and said that he still wanted to practice for a while.

"Not a while, right?

You brought your blanket. Do you want to stay here for the night? "

Park Ji?

F bit his lip and looked at him without saying anything.

"Let's go. If I don't take you back, Shujin Ge will definitely nag me." Anyang said as he squatted down and picked up the bag on the ground.

Park Ji?

F was anxious and grabbed the bag. "I'm not going back!"

"Even if you practice all night, it won't be effective, right?

Didn't the teacher scold you again today?

If you can't dance well, you still can't dance well. You might as well go back and rest. Don't get injured when you don't improve much. "

"I don't want you to care!" The irritated boy snatched his bag and stood up to glare at Anyang.

Anyang looked up at him with interest. "Do you think I want to care?

Seeing that we are in the same dormitory, you will affect everyone's rest if you come back late.

Even if you rest in the practice room, it will affect your state the next day. The knife dance is not a one-person thing. If you can't do it well, the whole dance will collapse. Do you want to implicate the whole group? "

"I won't implicate the whole group!" Park Ji?

F was so angry that his face turned red, like an angry little hedgehog. "You clearly didn't like me from the beginning, so you don't think anything I do is good. Now, you are only pretending to ask me to go back because Shujin Ge asked you to, right?"

Anyang laughed. "Me?

Pretending? "

"Isn't that right!

You are unhappy because I am a paratrooper, right?

Didn't I ask 'why am I here'?

Since I can stand here, I have the confidence to stand here. I am not worse than anyone!

Not in the past, not now, and not in the future! "

"Since PDnim can recruit me, it means that I have the potential to not lose to you, right?

Am I questioning PDnim's judgment now? "

Anyang looked at his brother who was crying in anger. He was laughing in his heart, but his face was still cold.

"So, are you shouting at your senior now?"

Park Ji?

F panicked. He grabbed the strap of his school bag and took a step back. The tears in his eyes fell on the tip of his shoes when he lowered his head.

Anyang stood up and walked towards him step by step. The child unconsciously shrank back. When he raised his hand, he wanted to curl up into a ball.

However, the slap he expected did not fall on his body. Instead, he was pulled into an Orange-smelling embrace.

Anyang pressed his head against his neck. "That's enough. I am not the kind of senior who likes to bully newcomers.

Do you feel better after shouting your dissatisfaction out? "

"You must be very frustrated with dancing practice recently, right?

You obviously worked hard, but you didn't achieve much. Didn't the teacher say that my dance transformation is the same as yours?

How can you be so stubborn for so long? Are you so vengeful? "

"But I think you are practicing very well now," Anyang said as he took a step back. He held Park Ji with both hands.

F's face looked straight into his eyes seriously. "Wuli know?

F, really, you are doing very well. "

Park Ji?

F was stunned when he was hugged. He looked straight into Anyang's eyes and was still in a daze. However, when he heard that sentence, he burst into tears.

When he was at Busan Arts High School, he was the chief. No matter when, he was looked up to by everyone. However, when he came here, he was completely rejected. The talent that he was proud of was nothing. He had to learn from the beginning, and the competitors around him were not easy to deal with.

Everyone was improving, but it seemed that he was the only one who was still in the same place. Every day, he doubted himself. Was he too arrogant to come to Seoul to be a singer? Was he not supposed to come at all?

The teacher criticized him over and over again. Although his high-pitched voice was unique, it was extremely unstable. It had been a long time since someone told him "well done" with such certainty.

Anyang took out a tissue from his pocket and helped him wipe his tears. "Don't cry. I was wrong before. Forgive me."

"However, you can tell me if you want to be spoiled or complain in the future. It's okay even if you are angry with me. I am the older brother, so I should take care of the younger brother." Anyang half-squatted and looked up at him.

"F, I will always be by your side."

Park Ji?

F cried and called out "Brother". Anyang hugged him again. "Brother is here."

"Have you seen the movie 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'?

There is a sentence in the movie, 'If you clench your hand, there is nothing inside. If you loosen your hand, you have everything.' It seems a little inappropriate. I think it can be a little similar. "

"Don't strain yourself too much. Give up some practice time and rest. If something really happens before your debut, then all your hard work will be wasted."

"So, let's go home?"

Park Ji?

F buried his head in his brother's neck and nodded.

After coaxing his crying brother into the bathroom, Anyang collapsed on the sofa, exhausted.

At this time, Kim So-jin came out of the bedroom to look for water and saw Anyang lying on the sofa. "Brother?

F, you are back? "

Anyang answered half-heartedly.

His brother drank the water and looked at him. "When are you going to come back to sleep?"

Anyang sat up straight and touched his nose guiltily. "Oh, I am almost done. I will come back when I am done. I will be with them."

"I know that inspiration for composing is precious, but you have to go to school. You should at least ensure a few hours of sleep, right?"

Anyang knew that he was in the wrong, so he repeatedly promised that he would take the rap with him.

He would come back early.

Waiting for Park Ji?

When F came out of the bathroom, Kim So-jin had already gone back to the bedroom to sleep.

Anyang waved at him and motioned for him to come over to dry his hair.

Because he cried in front of his brother just now. Park Ji?

F looked a little uncomfortable. Anyang pretended not to see it and carefully dried his brother's hair, muttering a few words from time to time.

"Brother?

F, you must dry your hair after taking a shower, do you know?

Don't be like Jiuguo, who woke up with a headache the next day. "

"You slept late today. You don't have to go to the practice room so early tomorrow. Sleep more."

"And …"

Before Anyang finished speaking, he saw the child slowly falling forward. He quickly stopped him. The person who could still speak a few words just now was now asleep with his eyes closed.

"Sigh, you are so sleepy, but you still practice …"

After drying his hair, he had to pick him up and put him back on the upper bunk. There was no need to think about it. Anyang stuffed him into his bed.

He only took a few steps and felt that his waist was going to break.

Anyang looked at Tai Heng to make sure that he was not playing with his phone. Then he walked to Jiuguo's bed.

The child had a habit of taking off his shirt when he slept. Anyang pulled the small quilt over to cover him so that his stomach would not catch a cold.

Tian Jiuguo, who usually slept like a log, woke up in a daze. He called out "Brother" before he saw who it was.

Anyang reached out and covered his eyes. "It's okay. Go to sleep."

Tian Jiuguo grabbed his brother's hand weakly and asked him sleepily, "Brother, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"I'll wait for a while. You go to sleep first. Don't wait for me."

Tian Jiuguo responded and turned over to sleep again.

Anyang took out a few loaves of bread from the storage cabinet and returned to the studio.

Min Yoon-ki heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around and said, "You're back?

Hurry up. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go back. I don't want to listen to Shujin Ge's nagging. He's like a little old man. "

Kim Nam-joon wanted to laugh. "Wow, if Shujin Ge heard this, it would be terrible."

Anyang sat on his chair and calmed down to finish his work. He inadvertently glanced at the yellow pen holder next to him and suddenly thought of the string of ducks at home.