I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2073 - 1339: Some People Belong Only in Memories

"Clap, clap, clap... That's a wrap, excellent work from all of you, thanks for putting in the effort."

MS.

Shen Zhou stands as a prominent entertainment firm in Korea, without a doubt a major player, having launched numerous artists and idol groups known worldwide, and it keeps producing them without pause.

It's a fierce factory for creating stars.

Inside the top practice room.

The lead stage designer applauded, signaling the end of a grueling seven-hour practice session.

As the intense, beat-driven tunes faded out, the key performers in the session collapsed onto the floor one after another, gasping for air.

"Ah, it's finally done."

A striking young man with blond hair pushed himself up and inhaled deeply, tilting his head upward.

He's Korean, not white; the blond is from dye.

"Why celebrate? We've got more tomorrow."

His teammate nearby panted while pouring cold water on the enthusiasm.

"Ah, come on."

The blond guy groaned.

"Okay, with results this solid, the hard work pays off."

Liu Junxiang motivated them, soaked in perspiration himself.

Precisely.

The six exhausted lads lying on the floor sported unique hairdos, vibrant and diverse, much like the trendy Korean boy group FOX.

Six members, six varieties, six vibes—cool, gentle, refined, defiant... yet all of them embodied the classic South Korean pretty boys.

"Zhu Xuan xi, you holding up?"

The group leader Park Taeyang checked on the special guest; he was the composed one with a high-cool look, heavy on the eyeliner.

A short distance off, Jin Zhuxuan sat with legs crossed, clapped lightly, and offered a grin in reply.

Joining a performance goes beyond just stepping on stage and belting out tunes; practice runs are essential.

Her locks were utterly drenched, clinging to her creamy complexion.

opulence comes naturally after a while, but scrimping proves tough.

Though she started as a trainee and faced tough training before, her two years at Shen Zhou had been quite "easygoing."

Even the toughest stretches at Shen Zhou felt way less demanding than in Korea.

Let an athlete slack off for two years, then jump back into drills—how could they handle it instantly?

Managing the full day's practice without quitting showed real grit.

Worn out now, she had little urge to chat.

"Still, that's Zhu Xuan xi for you, a Music Awards winner—her moves were stunning, I was totally hooked earlier."

A FOX member, fighting off fatigue, complimented her.

"Hey, cut it out. Zhu Xuan xi showed up thanks to Junxiang—what's that about?"

The guys began teasing playfully.

Such banter meant nothing serious.

Jin Zhuxuan acted like she missed it, staying put to catch her breath.

"Junxiang, you nailed it—I never thought you'd actually get Zhu Xuan xi here. She hasn't done local shows in years; this stage is gonna blow up."

"Ha, check out Junxiang's connection with Zhu Xuan xi. Only he carries that weight."

"Junxiang, make sure to ask Zhu Xuan xi out later—let her choose wherever she wants. Today was brutal; she deserves some downtime."

Amid the teammates' lively talk, Liu Junxiang fought his weariness to stand and approached Jin Zhuxuan, dropping down next to her.

"You did amazing. Let's grab a nice dinner out later—on me."

"No thanks, I've got to watch my weight."

Jin Zhuxuan gave a gentle smile, turning down the offer courteously.

"Your shape's perfect already; don't push yourself so much."

With that, Liu Junxiang dropped his tone, "Zhu Xuan, do me a solid."

Jin Zhuxuan eyed the FOX crew gossiping and spying on them, then averted her gaze.

"Oppa, earning cash is tough—I don't want you wasting it on me."

In Seoul, a decent meal costs plenty, particularly for a big crowd.

It runs pricier than back in Shen Zhou, for sure.

Liu Junxiang figured it'd be straightforward, but he felt let down big time—his expression froze briefly before he flashed a grin again, saying generously, "Just one meal, it's nothing."

With their strong bond, after pushing the invite a few times, it ought to be about saving face, yet Jin Zhuxuan just smiled and shook her head.

"I'm wiped out, all I want is to head home and crash, or I might not make it through tomorrow. Enjoy yourselves, but hit the sack early too."

Her stance was so resolute that pressing further felt pointless.

"Sigh, fine. But Zhu Xuan, once the show's wrapped, you have to let me thank you properly—no dodging it then."

Jin Zhuxuan smiled silently.

"Man, too bad Zhu Xuan xi's skipping out."

Learning Jin Zhuxuan wouldn't come along, the FOX guys voiced their disappointment.

"Junxiang, talk her into it—we can bring in lots of old pals too."

"Zhu Xuan's been away from intense drills for ages in Shen Zhou; she requires solid rest to adjust again."

"Being an idol in Shen Zhou sounds breezy—way chiller than our grind. I kinda envy Zhu Xuan xi."

"Hey, you idiot, watch your mouth—trying to get us canned?"

Jin Zhuxuan pressed against the floor and rose, "I'm off first."

"Zhu Xuan xi, stay safe heading back—the docs are protesting these days."

Yin Ronghuan's healthcare overhaul had sparked major chaos, with medics banding together solidly for street demos, stranding folks in need at clinics.

The whole of Seoul buzzed with activity.

Yet for celeb idols like them, it barely touched their lives—as prime earners, even if hurt or ill, they'd never fret over medical access. So the FOX crew mostly shrugged off the healthcare mess crumbling around them.