After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

Song Shengshi has never doubted himself. From the time he recovered his memory in 01, he has been firm and confident in every step he took, including contacting Xu Mo to make money, including joining the district performance team. Every time he made the decision by himself, he went Work hard to achieve it.

But Song Shengshi really doesn't have confidence in this, because he likes it so much.

Can I really stand with them? If I join, even if I just become a trainee and cannot debut with them, will it be like the butterfly flapping its wings gently in the Amazon, causing any irreversible consequences?

Song Shengshi hugged himself and sighed into his chest.

Suddenly a warm body hugged him. Song Shengshi raised his head and looked at his parents hugging him. Song Qingyue was standing aside with milk in her hands with a speechless expression.

"Brother, I've never seen you so entangled. Why do you want to go back as you live? If you want to do it, just go ahead. Why are you hesitating?"

"Er, although I'm still not optimistic about this company, I support you to try what you want to do. After all, you are still young, and you will learn a lot if you hit the wall a few more times." The mother in this life said what the mother in the previous life said Absolutely impossible words to say.

Song Shengshi suddenly wanted to cry. The moonlight that night finally shone on him, and his eyes began to turn red.

"Hey, stop crying, you made me want to cry too." Dad, who usually goes to bed at nine o'clock, yawned and wiped his tears.

"Fuck you, don't let it go and ruin the scenery." Mom slapped Dad away and looked at Song Shengshi with a solemn expression, "Son, do you really want to go?"

Song Shengshi nodded vigorously, and tears fell down.

"I want to try." I want to try to stand with you.

"Oh, oh, oh, ok, just give it a try, and we will give it to you even if we sell iron." Her mother hugged Song Shengshi with a distressed look on her face. Song Qingyue also had a complicated expression and took out her mobile phone to start recording.

In this way, Song Shengshi, who had just finished his second year of junior high school, contacted Zhao Ming at the beginning of the summer vacation and said that he was willing to join P Club and become a member of P Club's trainees.

But there are conditions - Song Shengshi's grades are not bad, so his parents are still relatively conservative. They hope that P Agency can arrange for Song Shengshi to continue studying in high school in South Korea and wait until he graduates from junior high school.

Zhao Ming was extremely bald. After all, the boss said that he would bring Song Shengshi back to P Club as a trainee at all costs, but the price was too high. It was not easy to arrange a high school degree in Seoul.

But it was a pity to give up. I had been searching for more than a month and went to all the major violin and string competitions, but I couldn't even find anyone. I almost gave up, so I bought a flight ticket from Macau to South Korea and was ready to leave. , there happened to be a Latin dance competition for teenagers, and when he had nothing to do, he went to look for good talents. As a result, fate was so magical. Zhao Ming actually saw the baby who had tortured him for a month at the Latin dance competition, and almost had a heart attack. , and at the same time, there was ecstasy. The conditions were really good, the appearance was up to standard, I studied instrumental music and knew music theory, and I was also a Latin dancer.

I really have searched all over China and can't find anyone who suits my needs so much. I invite you immediately and all conditions are easily negotiable.

After discussing with the boss, the boss thought for a long time and made a video call to the special assistant.

"Help me find a bottle of good wine and send it to the dean of the Academic Affairs Office of Myungshim Middle School in Seoul."

"Deputy Representative, have you forgotten that I resigned last week?"

"Deputy representative, otherwise you can only be a deputy representative, and you are still thinking about debuting with a large group. Let me give you a piece of advice. If you have that kind of money, you might as well repair the lightbulb in your own office. I won't even be able to see your face."

"It seems that you can't live without me. You actually want to see my face so much~"

"you!"

Kim Yeon-soo quickly hung up the video.

"Representative..." At the same time, Zhao Ming, who did not hang up the phone, made a worried voice from the small window, "Our company doesn't even have the money to repair the light bulbs?"

"No, I'll save it if I can. Not many people come to my crappy office." Jin Yanzhu held his forehead. "The degree thing is a bit troublesome, but I will try my best. The kid said he would come back next year, right?"

"Yes, Chinese people value academic qualifications more. He will graduate from junior high school next year and obtain the corresponding degree certificate." Zhao Ming answered.

"Then you should keep in touch with him first, and I will look for someone else during this time."

"Yes!"

When Song Shengshi told the uncles and aunts in the performance team about this, she actually felt uneasy. After all, my uncles and aunts worked so hard to get me into the city team, and it was really hard to say that I would quit the performance team in a year and go to South Korea to be a trainee. At that time, the Chinese entertainment industry was not developed, let alone the elderly uncles and aunts, Korean entertainment, and trainees who had never heard of it.

But this does not prevent them from supporting Song Shengshi.

"No need to bother, the computer information came out as soon as I pulled it." The awkward old man pushed up his glasses frame and snorted arrogantly, "I am a computer expert now. I am teaching my grandson how to use Excel at home. I plan to use the computer in March next year. I passed the Level 2 exam.”

"Xiao Song, are you going abroad? Oh, you are so young, you are really promising." The aunt who helped fill out the form came up and gave him a hug. "When you become a big star in the future, you can't forget us. We have to come back to Let’s sign!”

"If that brat of mine had half as many ideas as you do, I wouldn't have to worry about it."

"The same goes for my kid. He plays games as soon as he comes home, which makes my hair turn gray with anger."

… …

The uncles and aunts gathered together and started chatting. Song Shengshi felt that her heart was filled to the brim.

Song Shengshi began to contact the agency to prepare for matters related to studying in South Korea. The agency fee of 3000 was considered relatively expensive at the time. The arrangements would be very detailed and several plans would be prepared for Song Shengshi to choose from.

While on a video call with the agency, my mother leaned over and asked, "This agency is really good. Is it expensive?"

The agent gave a very well-educated and standard smile: "It's not expensive, madam, we will follow a set of procedures and all-inclusive fees are 3..."

"30 yuan." Song Shengshi interrupted the agent calmly.

"30 yuan? It's not bad. I just asked the agency how to use so much money. I just wanted to ask questions." After getting the answer she wanted, her mother happily transferred 60 yuan to Song Shengshi and said that the remaining 15 yuan would be given to the agency. Fifteen red envelopes, leaving pocket money for myself, and then left happily.