Peninsula: Who taught him to make that connection?!

Chapter 31: Intertwining Past and Present

(The book title will be changed to "Peninsula: I Altered My Idol's Memories," just letting everyone know in advance.)

The butterfly flapped its wings.

The pale blue text, like ripples disturbing time, slowly emerges.

Jiang Tang was still savoring the reunion that had just happened, which was like a whirlwind, when he saw the text displayed by the system and couldn't help but be taken aback.

A butterfly flapping its wings?

What does this mean, system?

Could it be that Kim Tae-yeon's reunion with him in reality just now caused some kind of change in the future?

Or is the system implying that his past actions have already borne some unknown fruit in the real world?

Before Jiang Tang could carefully ponder the deeper meaning behind the words, there was a gentle knock on the door of the lounge.

The tvN director who had brought him here earlier opened the door and said, "Kang Tang-ssi, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. PD Na's meeting just ended, and he's in his office now. He asked me to take you there."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Jiang Tang quickly composed himself, picked up the script folder on the table, and followed the director out.

After navigating through a maze of corridors, the two arrived at the heart of tvN's variety show bureau.

Pushing open the door, an office filled with a strong creative atmosphere comes into view.

The whiteboard was covered with flowcharts and inspiration notes for various programs, and the corner was piled with all sorts of props.

Behind the desk, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat unkempt was looking down and flipping through documents.

It was none other than Na Young-seok PD, the renowned Midas touch master of the Korean variety show industry.

Hearing the noise, Luo Yingshi looked up.

However, the moment his gaze fell on Jiang Tang's face, Luo Yingshi was slightly stunned.

"Uncle Luo, it's been a long time," Jiang Tang greeted with a smile.

"Are you Jiang Tang?"

Luo Yingshi quickly walked out from behind the desk and stood in front of Jiang Tang.

He looked the outstanding young man up and down, and a feeling of indescribable warmth and nostalgia suddenly welled up in his eyes.

"You've really grown up, kid!"

Luo Yingshi reached out and patted Jiang Tang on the shoulder, his tone filled with the satisfaction of an elder, "You're still so handsome now, you'll definitely be popular with girls when you go out like this, right?"

Jiang Tang was somewhat flattered by this enthusiastic gesture and could only smile modestly, saying, "Uncle Luo, you flatter me."

Looking at Jiang Tang's gentle yet confident smile, Luo Yingshi involuntarily took half a step to the side, gazing at his profile, and murmured to himself:

"Looking at him from the side, he really does resemble a friend of mine from a long time ago."

"Maybe it's because I have a common face, and my looks are more pleasing to the elders."

Jiang Tang smiled; this was a common way for elders to exchange pleasantries, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Oh dear, as people get older, they become more easily moved by the sights and sounds of nature."

Na Young-seok quickly recovered and laughed again: "If you have an average face, all those male actors in South Korea who make a living based on their looks would be out of a job!"

He warmly pulled Jiang Tang to sit down on the sofa.

"Your mother mentioned you to me yesterday, saying that your script has made progress. Did you bring the script? Let me see it."

Jiang Tang immediately handed over the folder with both hands.

"Uncle Luo, this is a youth romance script I recently came up with, tentatively titled 'Running Away with Seonjae on My Back.' The outline and the detailed outline of the first four acts are included. I would appreciate your feedback."

"Carrying Seonjae on My Back? That's an interesting title."

Na Young-seok put on his glasses and opened the script.

At first, Na Young-seok's expression was relatively relaxed. After all, for a new writer's debut work, it would be good enough if he could tell the story smoothly.

But as he turned the pages, the relaxation on his face was gradually replaced by seriousness, and later, his brows even furrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed with focus.

Jiang Tang sat quietly to the side, not too worried.

This script has been tested in the Inspiration Viewing Room and is a product of ten years of interwoven time and emotions; its quality can absolutely withstand the test.

A full half hour passed before Na Young-seok let out a long sigh and closed the script.

He took off his glasses and looked at Jiang Tang with a strange expression.

"Jiang Tang..." Luo Yingshi began, his tone filled with disbelief, "Tell your uncle the truth, have you been having many relationships behind your mother's back these past few years?"

Jiang Tang almost choked on his own saliva.

"Uncle Luo, you're joking. I spend all my time reading and writing scripts; I've barely even held a girl's hand more than a few times."

Jiang Tang responded wittily with a smile, "I'm a complete lifelong single, relying entirely on my knowledge accumulated from watching dramas and my imagination."

"Relying solely on imagination? Well, you have quite the imagination!"

Na Young-seok laughed as well, showering the script with praise: "This script is indeed excellent! Especially the premise of the male and female leads repeatedly traveling back in time to redeem each other, the sense of powerlessness of trying their best but having to face the cruel twists of fate, and the fateful tug-of-war between them..."

"Great! Really great!"

"Although I don't direct TV dramas, if you find a director who understands storytelling to adapt your script, I feel it could move teenage and twenty-year-old girls to tears!"

Hearing the affirmation from the variety show guru, Jiang Tang was overjoyed: "Thank you for your recognition, Uncle Luo."

"However," Luo Yingshi changed the subject.

His professional instincts kicked in as he earnestly began to impart his experience to Jiang Tang: "There's a common problem that's easy to make in time-travel romance dramas like this."

Jiang Tang's expression also became serious as he patiently listened to Luo Yingshi's opinions.

"It's easy to feel top-heavy and unsteady."

Na Young-seok pointed at the script with his finger: "You must remember that the past and present storylines must be closely intertwined! You can't simply focus on that innocent, youthful time, nor can you only depict the harshness of reality. Every encounter and every bond from the past must serve as a prelude to the ultimate emotional outburst in the present!"

"Just like when we make variety shows, every game segment and every casual joke in the beginning is a setup for the final climax."

"You need to make the audience feel that the past and the present are an inseparable whole, and that the relationship between the male and female leads is constantly sublimated in the intersection of the two time periods."

"Do you get me?"

Jiang Tang nodded repeatedly, as if enlightened.

Na Young-seok truly lives up to his name; his words pinpointed the most exciting and tear-jerking moments of time-travel dramas.

This gave Jiang Tang a clearer direction on how to improve the script.

"I've learned a lot, Uncle Luo."

"Your suggestions are invaluable; I will definitely refine this part further when I get back."

The two then chatted for a long time about some of the character settings in the script, and the atmosphere was so good that they seemed like close friends despite their age difference.

Luo Yingshi looked at Jiang Tang with an uncontrollable sense of reminiscence.

"Jiang Tang..."

"If you met this child, you would definitely like him very much."