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In Seoul in early December, the howling cold wind is with bone-seeming coldness. The world outside the window is covered with snowflakes, and a faint snow-white covers the bustling Apgujeong.

It’s snowing again, and the Spring Festival is approaching again!

Han Bin stood in front of the transparent glass window, the bright colors reflected the ethereal expression of his thoughts, his eyes were dispersed, and a faint confusion appeared on his green face, as if he was remembering the long past and also as if he was worried about the near future.

"Han Bin, are you tired?" Yu Yongzhen patted Han Bin's shoulder in a daze and asked softly.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm just distracted." Han Bin, who came to his senses, quickly turned around, bent down and bowed ninety degrees, with a sincere expression and a serious attitude.

"Hey, you kid, don't be so serious. When you are tired, just take a break. Sometimes a healthy body is the most important thing." Yu Yongzhen looked at the student, happy and worried.

This kid is so outstanding and too tired.

As the first batch of S.M trainees, Han Bin's performance is undoubtedly outstanding, singing, dancing, creation... everything is extraordinary, especially in terms of creation. His musical sense and sensitive intuition about music make him have his own unique insights in writing lyrics and composing music.

In terms of qualifications, Han Bin has been in S.M for six years. Many of the trainees of his same period have already debuted for many years, become famous all over the country and are famous.

But he continued to accumulate precipitation in the company as a trainee.

"Let's get here today." Yu Yongzhen just nodded when he looked at him. Knowing that he had not listened to his opinion, he waved his hand and said.

As the leader of S.M songwriting, Yu Yongzhen's outstanding vision and grasp of trends can be seen. He has never accepted a student. Even if the company's senior management uses power or secretly bribes, he has not given anyone a good look because he has this qualification.

But until Han Bin appeared, his excellent talents, amazing creative feelings, and especially his persistent and serious attitude made him deeply like this student. After some contact, he accepted the first student for the first time.

"Okay, teacher." Han Bin heard the meaning of his voice, and knew his teacher's temper, and he didn't dare to resist silently again.

After taking a breath, Han Bin's serious face relaxed, and his fatigue suddenly surged, and his face became slightly dim.

"Don't be too stressed. The company has not arranged your debut, and it has been mixed with many factors. You just need to believe that one day, you will debut, and it's not far away." Yu Yongzhen comforted softly. The young child who should have enjoyed the years of his eyes lost the wonderful life he deserved since he became a trainee.

Yu Yongzhen saw all his efforts and his sweat. It was because of this that when Han Bin was in his class, he would take some rest during practice time every time to let the stubborn boy relax.

Regular practice of life, singing skills, dance training, language classes and acting training, and finally the song creation process, and the numerous courses are all pressing on Han Bin.

Except for going to school, he spent the rest of his time devoted himself to this practice life. Day after day, he repeated boring courses.

But he was not crushed by these things. The young man's tender shoulders carried heavy tasks, gritted his teeth, and carried them step by step with blood and sweat. In a trance, six years have passed.

During the six years, he had thought of giving up, but there was a dream that he needed to realize, and he had to persevere. For this dream that must be realized, no matter how hard or tired it is, everything is worth it.

But he is only seventeen years old and is just a high school student. He also has times when he is confused and weak, but this is not the time.

"Teacher, I know, the company values ​​me very much." Han Bin said in a mute voice. From the monthly subsidy of 80,000 yuan at the beginning to the current subsidy of 300,000 yuan, and the subsidy for him is also more complete and thoughtful, and there are also separate tutors and professors. These can all show how much the company attaches importance to him.

"Just understand, don't be stubborn. After the company pushes you to debut, you will continue to accumulate, and you will have your own intentions." Yu Yongzhen continued, he was really afraid that Han Bin would become stubborn and think about it.

"Okay, go back and rest! It's already very late." Before Han Bin could respond, Yu Yongzhen raised his hand and patted his back, letting him go back.

"Okay, teacher." Han Bin knew that he couldn't continue practicing today, so he didn't refuse. He bowed and said goodbye and turned around and left.

Yu Yongzhen, who was standing aside, sighed lightly, frowned and looked at Han Bin's thin back. This student is so worrying, but it is also careless.

Who would have thought that the gold medal producer of songs who have always been called strange-tempered by the outside world would be troubled by a student.

On both sides of the bright corridor, the floor was still rubbing in the practice room arranged in sequence. The young people who were chasing their dreams were pursuing their sweat, pursuing the distant star dream.

Han Bin dragged his tired body, his hair on his temples soaked in sweat, and a deep feeling of despair in his eyes, and he looked very weak. He just walked around the corridor.

"Hello, senior." Occasionally, trainees will pass by it. When they see Han Bin, they stand by and say hello respectfully.

Han Bin would also smile and nodify slightly, gentle but not arrogant, just like his character.

"Who is that senior? Why do you look familiar and look handsome?" The two little girls who had just asked were muttering in a low voice. One of them looked at the distant figure and asked curiously.

"What is that senior? He is senior Han Bin, the senior among trainees. He is very good at teaching and often teaches some skills for juniors to practice. He is also very strong. He has worked with seniors such as H.O.T before he debuted, and has also starred in MVs."

Another little girl explained with a little dissatisfaction that she had been a trainee for a while. By chance, Han Bin had coached her, so she had a good impression of Han Bin.

"Oh! No wonder." The curious girl answered suddenly, showing an obvious look. As long as she stayed in the company for a while, she would hear the first trainee who was about to debut and had a very good person, Han Bin.

Han Bin did not hear the discussion behind him and walked straight out of the company's door.

The sky was covered with a layer of darkness. Scattered snowflakes drifted in the wind and fell on the ground to form a continuous white snow, which was shaking the opposite of the sky.

Night is approaching!

Han Bin raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was already past six o'clock. After reading it, he couldn't help but sigh. Every time he took Yu Yongzhen's class on Sunday, he would finish his practice in advance.

Compared to usual, Han Bin practiced until the night was dark, and he rushed home on the last bus every time. Only by taking Yu Yongzhen's courses would there be exceptions.

At first, Han Bin was a little uncomfortable for some time and always tried every means to stay and practice, but Yu Yongzhen was so stern, but after a few times, he couldn't continue to succeed.

Over time, I got used to it. Every week there is a day to go back early, but before going back, he would bring a few steaming sweet potatoes on this day.

Tighten the scarf and lowered the brim of the hat. Han Bin took the bus with his bag. After a bumpy period, he got off in the residential area outside Seoul.

I have been walking the familiar path for six years. Han Bin walked quietly, following the route that had been imprinted in his mind, slowly approaching his home.

Home, his home is a broken home, without the warmth of his parents, and the rest is only dependence on his only sister. This last bit of warmth belongs to the home, which he cherishes very much and wants to seize firmly.

"Xiao Zhuxian." In his sight, a petite figure sat on a chair stool in front of the door. His small waist was straight, and he performed his duties seriously like a goalkeeper.

"Brother Han Bin, you are late again today." The little girl looked at the ordinary cartoon watch on her wrist, then looked at Han Bin standing in front of her, and said very seriously.

"Okay, okay! It's my brother and he's not punctual." Han Bin touched the head of the little girl who was barely tall and apologized softly.

"My brother obviously said he would come back at six o'clock, but it's very late now." Xu Zhuxian muttered in a low voice as he heard the apology.

"The weather is so cold, why don't you go into the house and sit outside. What if it gets cold?" Han Bin helped her pull her scarf and straighten her hat. Seeing that she was still worried about the lateness, she couldn't help but flick her forehead.

"Ah, it hurts! It's obvious that my brother said he was guarding outside, and I always listen to you." Xu Zhuxian frowned, rubbed her forehead, and stared at Han Bin with her eyes curled.

"Give it, your favorite sweet potato." With a little helplessness, Han Bin brought the sweet potato to her and swayed it gently for a few times.

Xu Zhuxian looked at the sweet potato in front of her, her wrinkled face relaxed, her bright eyes shining with light, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you brother." The little hand wearing gloves clumsily took the sweet potato, full of love. He was happy but did not forget to thank him.

"A few sweet potatoes are so happy. It turns out that Xiao Zhuxian is so easy to deceive." Han Bin said jokingly at the innocent her.

"I only accept sweet potatoes given to me by my brother, and my mother said that things from outsiders cannot be accepted, but my brother is not an outsider." Xu Zhuxian said seriously, explaining solemnly that she is a very principled person and will not accept things from others casually.

"By the way, Brother Han Bin, my mother said that you and my sister would come to my house to celebrate the Spring Festival." After a pause, Xu Zhuxian retweeted word by word as her mother said.

"Say thank you to Aunt Xu. My brother just spends the Spring Festival at my own home. After all, I am an outsider, so it's not appropriate." Han Bin looked at the closed door with complicated eyes, and his eyes suddenly became dim.

"Huh!" Xu Zhuxian puffed her cheeks, her breath became slightly thicker, and she said with a little dissatisfaction: "Brother is not an outsider, my mother said, and I also took my brother's sweet potatoes."

The little girl was angry.

Han Bin was a little funny, but more of a touch. This serious and unresponsive little girl seemed to have no temper, but whenever he said he was an outsider, the little girl would always get angry.

Once, because of this, the little girl ignored him for two days. According to her cognitive view, Han Bin appeared in her world when she was four years old. In six years, Han Bin's existence naturally integrated into her life.

So to the simple one, Han Bin is not an outsider.
Chapter completed!