Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Final Destination

  "Ren Jing ah~~~~ Ren Jing ah!!" Tang Meng Long stood there shouting like that, looking really laughable and pitiful at the same time.

  Park Jin-young was now completely convinced that this guy was a freak among freaks, and looking at Tang Menglong's appearance, Park Jin-young couldn't help but think that he was hitting on girls.

  Park In-jeong couldn't help but want to laugh. Earlier when she left the company, she wasn't sure, but now she was 100% certain that Uncle was really afraid of ghosts. The normally overbearing and intimidating uncle was actually scared of ghosts.

  "Hah..." Just as she had barely laughed out a word, Park In-jeong covered her mouth and, holding back her laughter, headed towards the recording room to one side.

  Tang Menglong watched Pu Renjing walk into the recording studio and was really moved to tears.

  Park In-jeong looked at the uncle's moved appearance, really enduring a lot of hardship, and finally turned around, holding his hand, like a mother taking her son to school, walked out of the recording room.

  Looking at the two people's hands, Park Jin-young assumed with his evil mind that Tang Menglong was pretending, of course he didn't want to say it out loud, after all they weren't familiar enough yet.

  If he dares to say it out loud, his days as a ghost will not be far off.

  "Thanks, Dream Dragon! I owe you one for saving my life. This month's salary increase is on me!" Tang Menglong said, sitting unceremoniously in his chair. Since he'd already ruined the image, he didn't care anymore.

  Wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, Tang Menglong suddenly felt that South Korea was indeed a terrifying place.

  Actually, before he hadn't died, Tang Menglong wasn't afraid of this thing, but after dying, the perception of this life is different, because he himself had died and could still live, so he also felt that ghosts should exist, as a result it's just the opposite, becoming afraid of this thing instead.

  Although Tang Menglong also felt useless, he was afraid that it was the same reason why some people were afraid of bitterness, some people were afraid of spiciness, some people were afraid of cucumbers, and some people were afraid of chicken feet.

  Park In-jeong just smiled and didn't answer, but Tang Menglong didn't know that two horns had already grown on the devil's head.

  "After a moment, Park Jin-young spoke up: 'Do you want to wait a bit longer? There are just some finishing touches left. Once that's done, we'll sing it through one more time. If there's no problem, then you can take care of the rest!'"

  Tang Menglong hastily shook his head and dryly laughed, saying: "Brother Qian takes care of things, I'm worried. Now it's so late, I'm not in a hurry either. It's okay to do it well in two days. When the time comes, you give me a call, and I'll come over to pick it up!"

  Park Jin-young glanced at his watch and nodded, then exchanged phone numbers with each other. Tang Menglong was also ready to leave.

  Park In-jeong beside him didn't say a word, at this moment she had already figured it out, the uncle wasn't thinking of leaving because it was too late, but because he was afraid of the ghost in the recording studio.

  The two left JYP under Park Jin-young's sendoff, but Park also said not to have Tang Menglong come pick it up, just wait until it was done and listen to it online, if it was okay then he would send it to him. Tang Menglong also said no problem, and they formally bid each other farewell.

  At this moment, the two people standing outside JYP waiting for a car were somewhat awkward, of course, only Tang Menglong was awkward, now he was even embarrassed to look at others' faces.

  "Uncle, I bet you won't be going home tonight, right?" Park In-jeong looked at Tang Menglong's fleeting gaze and suddenly smiled like a fox.

  Tang Menglong's whole body shook, and then he turned his head back and laughed loudly: "Haha, what nonsense are you talking about? Not going home to sleep, where else would I go but your house?"

  Park In-jeong didn't mind the uncle's teasing and smiled, saying: "So uncle is really afraid of ghosts. I'm sure that after we part ways, you definitely won't go home. The car has arrived!"

  "Uncle, I'll go first, but you have to be careful, I heard that if the ghost of the recording studio doesn't finish listening to a complete song, it will keep following that person! Bye bye!" Park In-jeong said with a smile, and then got into the taxi and drove away.

  Park In-jeong left, but Tang Menglong was frightened and thought in his heart 'it can't be true'

  At this time, Park Jin-kyung in the taxi seemed to have already thought of the uncle's appearance and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  …………

  In JYP's recording studio, Park Jin-young played back the few lines that Tang Menglong sang earlier and sighed: "It's possible that he really is a member of the Soulless Band, his expression just now clearly didn't use all his strength, what a pity for that kid, his personality is too crazy, but if there's a chance I'll try again!"

  At this time, Tang Menglong's voice came out again.

  "Is it okay?"

  A cold and clear female voice said: "OK!"

  A cold and clear female voice said: "Hehe!"

  "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

  In the training room on the second floor, several boys who had been practicing hard until now and were about to return to their dormitory heard a scream from the top floor and wondered: "Is that the president's voice?"

  "Is the boss learning how to call dolphins?"

  "Never mind, let's just head back anyway. It's already very late and the dorm mother will scold us again. This time it can only rely on you to sacrifice your appearance!"

  "Go die!"

  Not long after these trainees left JYP, a disheveled figure rushed out as if escaping for his life. At this moment, he finally understood Tang Menglong's feelings. It turned out that when you really meet, you can't think wildly anymore.

  The recording studio is really not a good place.

  ………

  XX·PC room, standing at the entrance of an internet cafe, Tang Menglong sighed and finally walked in. To be honest, he didn't even have the mood to go to a nightclub now, just looking for a crowded place to spend the night. In the end, his destination was the internet cafe, also known as PC room in Korea.

  "Should I find someone to share a rent with? It doesn't matter if they don't pay, but being guessed by Ren Jing is just too embarrassing!" Tang Menglong sighed and sat down on the sofa in front of the computer, feeling somewhat disgruntled.

  But who can know the pain of having no home to return to?