Peninsula: Who taught him to make that connection?!

Chapter 3 Jiang Tang, K

Jiang Tang looked at it carefully for a few seconds.

I'm absolutely certain that the person in front of me is Kim Tae-yeon, who has a face straight out of her mother's eyes!

Upon closer inspection.

She wasn't yet the world-famous leader of Girls' Generation.

Yet, she already possessed a radiance that drew people to her.

"My mom especially loves cute things. If she were here, she would absolutely adore Kim Tae-yeon."

Jiang Tang walked over and sat down one seat away from her.

Kim Tae-yeon noticed someone approaching and looked up at him.

That glance was quick.

Like a lamb that instinctively recognizes danger upon hearing footsteps, it immediately retreats to a safe distance.

Jiang Tang didn't rush to speak.

He simply turned over his number 309 and sighed softly.

"There are so many people."

Kim Tae-yeon's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyebrows, which were so faint they were almost invisible, also lifted slightly.

Jiang Tang continued, "I just counted, and I gave up after reaching one hundred and fifty."

Kim Tae-yeon finally couldn't help but glance at him.

Why are you counting?

"So that I won't be too embarrassed if I get eliminated."

"..."

Kim Tae-yeon paused for a few seconds, as if trying to hold back, but she couldn't help but smile and lower her head.

Her smile was faint, but it made her feel a little more relaxed.

Jiang Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the first sentence didn't scare people away.

"My name is Jiang Tang," he said, taking the initiative. "And you?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the number tag.

Kim Tae-yeon.

"From Jeonju?"

Kim Tae-yeon was taken aback, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.

Jiang Tang immediately pointed to the corner of her train ticket sticking out from the side of her bag.

"I saw it."

Kim Tae-yeon looked down at the ticket, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly stuffed it back into her pocket.

"Um."

She whispered, "From Jeonju."

It's as if she's afraid that others will think that her coming from a faraway place to participate in the selection is something that could easily be ridiculed.

Jiang Tang looked at the number 214 in her hand and suddenly felt that the number assigned by the system was quite interesting.

Are you nervous?

Kim Tae-yeon instinctively wanted to shake her head.

But before she could speak, Jiang Tang said first:

I'm very nervous.

Kim Tae-yeon was stunned.

Jiang Tang looked at her naturally and said, "With so many people here, it would be strange if you weren't nervous."

Kim Tae-yeon looked at him.

The "It's okay" that she had prepared suddenly got stuck in her throat.

At that moment, Jiang Tang heard the emotions she didn't express.

—It turns out I wasn't the only one who was nervous.

[Emotional closeness.]

[White Moonlight Replacement Progress: 1%]

Jiang Tang looked at the words and suddenly found them somewhat amusing.

The beginning of the white moonlight was surprisingly simple.

It's not about saving lives.

It wasn't a confession.

Two equally nervous people sat at the audition site and admitted, "I'm scared too."

Soon, the staff began calling out numbers.

They went in one by one and came out again.

Some people came out with their faces flushed.

Some people kept their heads down and didn't say anything.

Some people were hugged by their parents and cried as if the sky had fallen.

Kim Tae-yeon's body became increasingly tense.

She sat very upright, knees together, fingers gripping the number plate tightly.

Jiang Tang heard the voice in her heart repeating itself over and over again.

—Don't forget the lyrics.

—Don't crack your voice.

—Don't let Dad down.

When it was her turn, the staff member called out:

Kim Tae-yeon.

The girl suddenly stood up.

The number plate swayed slightly.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the door.

But just before she pushed open the door, she paused.

Jiang Tang watched her retreating figure and suddenly spoke:

Kim Tae-yeon.

She turned around.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, as well as a barely concealed tension.

Jiang Tang smiled and said, "The tune I was humming just now was better than many of the other people in the hallway."

Kim Tae-yeon was stunned.

She seemed surprised that anyone would notice her almost inaudible humming.

Jiang Tang's lips curled up: "So don't think about nine thousand people, just think about who you want to sing for."

Kim Tae-yeon looked at him for a few seconds.

In those few seconds, her lips pursed slightly, then slowly relaxed.

Then, she nodded gently.

"Um."

The door closed.

The sounds in the hall returned.

But Jiang Tang's ears seemed to be blocked by something.

A few minutes later, singing could be heard coming from under the door.

They lacked the skill to easily control their emotions that they later acquired, and they didn't develop the stability honed through the experience of being on stage.

But there's something very special about her voice.

Like a ray of sunshine suddenly falling in winter.

It wasn't particularly intense, yet it was impossible to ignore.

Jiang Tang sat on the bench and suddenly understood why she had been chosen from so many people.

Some people are discovered by fate not because they are already perfect.

It's not that it's because even when she's not perfect, she already gives people a reason to keep listening.

When Kim Tae-yeon came out, her face didn't show much expression.

But Jiang Tang noticed that her fingers, hanging by her side, were still trembling slightly.

"How is it?"

Jiang Tang stood up and walked towards her.

"have no idea."

She shook her head and paused slightly, seemingly waiting for Jiang Tang to come over.

"Did the teachers say anything?"

"no."

"It's right that they didn't say it," Jiang Tang said with a serious smile. "It means they're applauding in their hearts."

Kim Tae-yeon stared at him blankly.

How did you know?

"If it were me, I would applaud you."

next second.

Kim Tae-yeon couldn't help but look at Kang Tang again.

Then, she smiled brightly, as if a string that had been taut in her heart had finally been gently loosened.

[Emotional resonance.]

[White Moonlight Replacement Progress: 3%]

Jiang Tang glanced at Kim Tae-yeon and silently thought to himself:

"Even a lonely god can open his heart one day."

"very nice."

Shortly after, a staff member came and called Jiang Tang inside.

Jiang Tang glanced at Kim Tae-yeon.

Kim Tae-yeon was also looking at him.

She seemed to want to say something, but then suddenly let out a soft hum.

"I'm not going to applaud you."

Jiang Tang raised an eyebrow, asking in surprise, "Why?"

"Idiot, it's because you're my rival!"

After saying that, she seemed to realize that her words were a bit childish, and immediately turned her face away, leaving him with only a slightly flushed profile.

Jiang Tang paused for a moment, then smiled.

He thought to himself, "This god is not only lonely, but also arrogant."

He then went into the interview room.

The interview room was bigger than Jiang Tang had imagined.

One wall is a mirror, and the other wall has a long table with several teachers sitting behind it.

Among them were vocal teachers, dance teachers, and staff members responsible for recording.

In the very center sat a person whose pupils constricted slightly.

Lee Soo-man.

Sitting next to him was a man with a serious face and a calm demeanor.

Yu Yongzhen.

If Lee Soo-man's gaze was like examining whether a product would have a future market, then Yoo Young-jin's gaze was more like listening to an unpolished gemstone to see if there was any sound within it.

Jiang Tang lowered his head slightly and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

"Annyeonghaseyo, teachers."

The boy's voice was clean and clear, with a natural sense of relaxation.

Lee Soo-man flipped through the documents.

"Jiang Tang, is his English name K?"

"Inside."

"Let's begin."

These three simple words felt like a sudden, intense light shining down on me.

Any sixteen-year-old boy would be nervous to some extent when he gets to this point.

But for Jiang Tang, a student majoring in film and television literature, using the camera is a required course.

His peripheral vision swept over the mirror, the long table, the teacher, and the camera.

The music is ringing.

It is a lyrical song with a youthful feel.

When they first spoke, the teachers' expressions were relatively calm.

She has a good voice.

His breathing was steady.

In a place like SM, these can only be considered "listenable," far from being considered high-level.

But when he sang the second line, Yu Yongzhen paused for a moment.

Jiang Tang's first sentence seemed to be setting the stage, and the story only began to unfold slowly in the second sentence.

This approach is very clever, as if they know what kind of emotion this segment should evoke in the audience.

Before he sang the chorus, he took a slight half-step to the left.

The amplitude is very small.

If you only look at the live performance, it doesn't even count as a dance.

But in the camera's view, the angle perfectly framed his profile with the light, his eyebrows and eyes lifting from the shadows, and a hint of inexplicable loneliness suddenly appeared on the boy's youthful face.

At that moment, light and shadow intertwined.

All eyes were focused on Jiang Tang.

The dance teacher, who had been holding her arms, slowly lowered them.

Yu Yongzhen's gaze also suddenly sharpened.

This boy named K is quite interesting.