"Minsuo, come and sit down."

When he left with Yoo Jae-suk, Kuang Mo thoughtfully settled the account of the barbecue restaurant, which saved Kim Min-shuo a lot of trouble.

He helped Jin Jiu pull out, took a taxi and returned to the downstairs of the house. Jin Minshuo almost carried Jin Jiu onto the stairs.

Jin Jiula, who had entered the door, walked crookedly to the sand and rushed straight up. His drunken eyes became a little clearer. He patted the seat beside him, and he greeted Kim Minshuo.

Kim Minshuo changed into shoes with a wry smile, and walked towards the kitchen while kicking and stomping, saying, "Wait a minute, uncle, I'll heat you up the sobering soup first."

Jin Jiula hummed twice with a little dissatisfaction, but did not force her.

"Minsuo," Kim Minsuo just found the bagged sober soup from the cabinet. Kim Jong-ra's voice came from the living room: "I have watched your show."

"Is that true?" Jin Minshuo's movement paused for a moment and asked with a smile: "Uncle, how do you think I'm performing?"

"Hey, rap is not someone I can play with. How can I know..." Jin Jiula laughed and his face became a little more formal: "But I have found some other questions about you."

"What's the problem?" The water in the pot had already boiled, and Jin Minshuo put all the ingredients of the sobering soup in it.

"Minsuo, are you very confident about your own strength?" Jin Jiula's voice was a little deep.

"Yes." Jin Minshuo nodded, with a natural appearance, and was curious why Kim Jong-ra asked that.

"So, you look down on players who are not as good as you, right?"

Through the frosted glass door in the kitchen, Jin Jiula was already staring at Jin Minshuo's back with a blurry gaze.

"Well," Kim Minshuo was thinking about this issue seriously while waiting for the sobering soup to heat up.

"It's better to say that they look down on each other because they are not strong enough to ignore each other." Jin Minshuo explained to Jin Jiula: "Uncle, do you understand? That's it, it's not that kind of malicious contempt, it's just that it's not like bullying someone who is not as good as you."

"That's the problem," although he was choked by Kim Minshuo's explanation, Kim Jong-ra sighed and persuaded, "Minshuo, you are so proud."

"Do you know why you have so many anti-black fans on the Internet?" Jin Jiula counted Kim Minshuo with her fingers: "Arrogant, unsociable, rude, and arrogant. If you don't know you, just look at the content edited by the program team, this is your first impression."

"Even these are the characteristics of you, but the program team is deliberately magnifying and presenting it to the audience."

Kim Minshuo frowned and listened to Kim Jong-ra's persuasion and explanation. He brought out the sobering soup.

Jin Jiula took it, drank it all, wiped his mouth and continued, "Our country, known as the country of Eastern etiquette, has the most important concept of class concepts such as seniority and high school."

"Work hard," Jin Jiula patted Jin Minshuo on the shoulder and said earnestly: "You have not really stepped into this circle yet, you are just a glimpse of the leopards in the periphery. No matter how strong you are, you need to be able to endure things like status and power."

"Originally, these words should have been told to you, but we often interfere during this period." Jin Jiula smiled helplessly and said, "I will go to the notice during the day to rest or participate in competitions. When I come back tonight, you will go to the convenience store to do odd jobs."

Shaking his head, he tried hard to drive away the drunkenness from his body: "Fortunately, I finally seized the opportunity today and I can take time to talk to you."

"Uncle, I understand what you mean." Jin Minshuo was a little grateful. If Jin Jiula didn't really regard him as her own person, there was no need to say such thankless words.

"Actually," after thinking about it, Kim Minshuo also decided to confess: "I changed my job."

"Oh, have you changed jobs?" Jin Jiula leaned her head up and leaned against the sand: "It's OK to change, it's OK to change. Your job as a cashier is really not suitable for you."

"Uh, I found a job as a celebrity assistant." Kim Minshuo touched his nose.

"Star Assistant?" Jin Jiula finally became interested and smiled faintly: "You are about to be a star, and you are still going to be an assistant for others? You must be a female star. How beautiful is it to make you fascinated by this?"

"Nothing happened," Kim Minshuo was a little guilty when Kim Jong-ra said, turning his head and saying awkwardly: "Yes, fx's krysta1."

"Krysta1? That Zheng Xiujing from ** Company?" Jin Jiula hissed and took a breath, opened her eyes and raised her head, looking at Jin Minshuo in shock and asked.

"Yeah, it's her. Is there anything wrong?" Jin Minshuo asked curiously.

"Ai Yigu, Ai Yigu, you are so amazing." Jin Jiula wanted to point at Jin Minshuo and curse, but while drunk, his body no longer had the strength, so he could only spread on the sand and smiled bitterly: "Whose idol is not good, you have to provoke ** Company. There are so many idols in their family, you have to choose the most difficult one..."

"Is it very troublesome?" Jin Minshuo asked carefully, wondering if he wanted to tell Jin Jiula that he had relied on a song to threaten Lee Soo-man to get this job opportunity.

"Trouble, headache!" The drunk Jin Jiula looked like an old child and had a rare temper: "I'm going to bed!"

He got up angrily, and didn't even care about the sobering soup on the coffee table. Jin Jiula walked back to his bedroom with his hands shook.

Kim Minshuo looked at him with a wry smile and closed the door, feeling a strange sense of warmth. Is this home?

What Kim Jorra said really touched Jin Minshuo.

In short, since the recording of the first episode of "Give Me Money", he has indeed created many potential enemies for himself.

Whether it is Park Jae-bum who doesn't like him, or superbee who wants to step on his position, or even everyone he scolds in his sharp lyrics...

"It seems that I will be more restrained next." Jin Minshuo touched his chin and reminded himself secretly.

Ding, a text message came from the phone, and Kim Minshuo casually opened it.

"Hidden Mission: Guide Lee Soon-gyu. Current Likelihood: 2o/1oo."

"Oh, has your favorability increased?" Kim Minshuo was already accustomed to the text messages that NPC could not defend against. He was just a little curious about this hidden task.

"In other words, as long as I do something that can touch Sunny, will my favorability increase?" After thinking about my actions of singing to Sun Kyu on the live broadcast of the radio today, Kim Minshuo had an idea.

"Hey, I don't know what will happen if my favorability increases to 100? Speaking of which, Xiujing's hidden mission has not appeared. When can I guide my favorite Taeyeon..."
Chapter completed!