Kim Minshuo sat down by the window again.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling window, Lee Soon-gyu was covering up and walking quickly into the building opposite.

Looking at the cup of takeaway coffee in her hand, Kim Minshuo smiled and fell into deep thought.

He is thinking about his future path.

Lee Soon-kyuk is right. The current job as a night cashier is indeed not a good choice.

I know nothing about Kim Minshuo's past, and I don't even know if he has gone to college, served in military service, worked formally, and even if he has relatives and lovers!

Although three months have passed smoothly and quietly, I have no trouble except the deadly usury loan shark. But the road ahead is still long. Judging from the meaning of npc, I am likely to have to support this unlucky Korean name for the rest of my life and will not return to the Song Hyuk who was the past.

Then, a simple cashier temporary worker does not meet Kim Minshuo's long-term survival and even life requirements.

"I have to find a way to make money..." Jin Minshuo held his chin with one hand, and his four idle fingers slapped his face one by one.

Don’t think about finding some high-end jobs. Not to mention Kim Minshuo himself, he doesn’t seem to have received higher education and is unable to move forward in a capitalist society with academic qualifications. China and South Korea alone have completely different and even more stringent workplace rules, which are enough to discourage Kim Minshuo’s enthusiasm. Otherwise, with his overseas returnee experience studying in the United States, he would not choose to work as a composer who is in danger.

Becoming a star? The competition for "Give Me Money" has just begun. Even if it really goes as he wants in the end, Kim Minshuo became the champion, got the bonus and returned the loan shark. Which company should he sign with? The slave contract in the Korean entertainment industry is famous for being trapped. How many years will he have to do it in vain?

"It seems that the fastest money is the old profession..." Jin Minshuo was a little sad, but he was full of confidence in his heart.

"Composition is my self-esteem!" Jin Minshuo raised his head slightly and smiled faintly in front of the bright sunshine outside the window.

"Sorry, customer nim, disturb me," a soft call came from beside him. Kim Minshuo turned around and faced the waiter's standard smile: "Do you need a refill?"

"Refresh?" Kim Minshuo was in a daze and glanced around. The number of customers in the coffee shop gradually increased, and the waiters were trying to drive people away.

"Okay, please add a cup of Irish coffee to me, thank you for your lack of milk and sugar." He automatically replaced his previous life state. Kim Minshuo looked a little cold and pointed his chin with a reserved look, and the shaking up and down was only 5 degrees.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have no idea that he could feel a kind of nobility in this poor guest who reads old books. She knew how to be a human being, and immediately restrained her faint disdain and said with a smile: "Good customer nim, your Irish coffee will be delivered immediately."

"By the way," Jin Minshuo suddenly asked, watching the waiter leaning over and put away the cup on his table, "Can you give me some paper and pen? I want to write something."

"Okay, please wait for a moment, the waiter returned to the bar with his face unchanged expression, turned around and looked at Kim Minshuo, shook his head and smiled, lowered his head to start making coffee.

Kim Minshuo took a deep breath and began to concentrate.

When writing songs, be good at finding inspiration from things around you...

He remembered the malicious message he had just seen.

Composer, you have to pour your feelings into it...

He remembered the anger that he almost suffocated his chest to an explosion in an instant.

Use this inspiration and emotion to guide the brain, find the most consistent syllables, and connect them into music...

Kim Minshuo's fingers gently placed on the table, lifting them up and knocking on the table. At first, it was chaotic, and gradually, the sound began to become somewhat regular.

A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he simply closed his eyes and began to murmur silently on his mouth.

"...You can spit it all out easily and laughably oh..."

"…The Badgir1 in the rumor you spread does not matter, it will eventually return to you..."

The sunlight spread on Kim Minshuo's face, as if he was radiating a glimmer of light. His simple dress was artificially ignored, and Kim Minshuo's handsome face made the waiter subconsciously hold his breath.

"...so handsome..." A hint of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she looked around secretly. No one noticed a corner of the store.

The waiter slowly took out his cell phone, took a photo at Jin Minshuo's face with some tremblingness, and quickly put it away like stealing someone. The unviolent movement caused her to breathe and pat her chest with gasps.

Just a little bit of subtle sound seemed to interfere with Kim Minshuo's composition in his interest. His fingers that hit the table stopped and the sound stopped. Kim Minshuo opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction.

"Guest, your Irish coffee, and this is the paper and pen you want." The waiter quickly delivered the things he had placed on the table next to him, and smiled apologetically.

Kim Minshuo was embarrassed to say something else, so he took the coffee and put it on his hand, grabbed the pen, smoothed the paper, and dropped the strokes.

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"Mo, why is it American coffee?" Taeyeon took the coffee cup from Sun Kyu's hand, couldn't wait to reach into the straw and took a sip, and immediately complained with a bitter face, "Didn't you tell you that you want the usual one?"

"Satisfied you." Sun Kyu took advantage of Taeyeon's sitting, touching the back of her head, stepped over and sat on the sand: "There are too many people in the coffee shop, you keep urging me, I can only order the fastest one."

"That's right, Taeyeon, you're content. Didn't you see that among us you have coffee?" Yuri hugged Sun Kyu and said a little sourly: "Hey, we Sun Kyu are really, I only remember Taeyeon, and I forgot that there are six other people."

"Kwon Yoo, don't drink coffee, the more you drink, the darker you get." Sun Kyu said mercilessly, and indeed changed to Yuri's annoyed "ah" and her arms that tightly wrapped around her neck.

"Sooyoung, don't you come and take care of your wife?" Yuri bullied Sun Kyu, suppressed her counterattack, and did not forget to find a helper for herself.

"No need, you guys play." Xiuying, who was standing in front of the window, replied lightly, turned her head and looked out the window.

"..." Feeling that the atmosphere was a little wrong, Yuri and Hyoyeon looked at each other and stopped talking. Yuri also let go of Sun Kyu in her arms.

Soon Kyu sat up, tidied up her messy head, and stared at Soo Young's back.

Xiuying seemed to have no idea, just looked downstairs.

Looking at the coffee shop downstairs.

I watched a man in simple clothes walk out of the store, raise a piece of paper in the sun, and smile happily.
Chapter completed!