[Korean Entertainment] Hip Hop Sonata

Pure classical woman x handsome rap man Wen Songan, who was handed business cards by talent scouts from n companies in junior high school, only wanted to be a violinist. However, due to family changes, she had to temporarily put aside her classical dream and return to the real world to work hard for money. Wen Songan entered the entertainment industry with her innocent face. When she made a lot of money, she was ready to leave her job and take the band exam, but she was stopped by the sky-high liquidated damages. She might as well wait until the expiration of her term. So I lived a comfortable life of practicing piano, drinking tea and waiting for the contract to be terminated. Every time Wen Songan is forced to open her business, her fans are overjoyed: they like to see the cold and holy moon bowing down for five buckets of rice. But Wen Songan did his best in every event - they gave him so much, and he shined - so charming. The old fan circle of Ground Rent all knows about Tu Li Fang's Moon Friend, and even some of Luo Jaemin's early mother fans know the pure love story of two children secretly falling in love with each other. It is understandable that sapiosexual Moon Song-an would fall in love with Min Yoongi, the senior who teased her when she was screwing. It was expected that her confession would be rejected, and she had no intention of being accepted. Originally, this unrequited love was her grand one-man show. But she didn't expect that after she calmed down, her senior who was belatedly started to chase her. Min Yoongi in front of the boss saw fan Lalang: We are not of the same generation at all After getting married, Min Yoongi saw fans saying that they were not worthy: age hurts people Facing Min Yoongi, who is in his 30s and has become a high school student because of love, Moon Song-an: Love to death, Ami: Love to death. 1. The emotional line warms up slowly 2. Atypical Korean entertainment 3. Irregular updates 4. Cp: Na Jaemin → Min Yoongi Concept: The cold and holy white moonlight bends the waist for five buckets of rice.