The Third-Gen Chaebol Becomes a Genius Actor

Ch 13: I wanted to say this.

Yeon-seo climbed into a flashy sports car that even stopped people in their tracks as it passed by.

[Ha······.]

This car was probably the third one? Kang Jin-hoo, who had been observing his memories, now watched Yeon-seo's actions, considering the price of this car and keeping a close eye on what the past Yeon-seo had done.

[Damn······ Damn!]

Yeon-seo, who had been banging his head against the steering wheel for a while, seemed to suddenly start hitting it with his fist. The car horn honked, and people nearby turned their attention to the car Yeon-seo was in.

[No one understands me!]

However, Yeon-seo, who generally didn't care about others' gazes, continued to hit the steering wheel more vigorously. The bull emblem embedded in the center of the steering wheel looked particularly vivid.

<Danger to the body detected, ending memory synchronization.>

"What the hell, is he crazy······."

Blood dripped from Yeon-seo's mouth as she uttered those words.

<Random memory synchronization complete, synchronization rate 7.38%.>

And then, he lost consciousness.

This damn memory synchronization increasingly shows only strange memories as time goes by. Beta, did you collect only useless memories? Terrifyingly, Beta said.

<No.>

'······Beta, can't you synchronize only the past memories I need?'

<I'm sorry. I still cannot selectively synchronize specific memories. The 'human' learning of complex emotions and vast memories is not yet complete.>

Ah, so that's why memory synchronization is shown in the third person perspective instead of the first person. Yeon-seo nodded his head. When Beta's learning is complete, it should be possible to search for and synchronize only valuable memories. It may take some time, but until then, she would have to endure.

<I will try harder. Master.>

'Well, then there's nothing I can do.'

He was somewhat accustomed to the pain of vomiting blood. By continuing this synchronization, she might be able to pick up some good memories. As long as he doesn't die from excessive bleeding... Yeon-seo, who tried to think optimistically, opened the door to the practice room.

"Hello, teacher."

"Come in."

Park Hyeon-jeong was sitting in the center of the practice room, waiting for him. Yeon-seo looked at his wristwatch. Although he came ten minutes earlier than the appointed time, Park Hyeon-jeong had arrived even earlier.

"I came a bit early. Teaching Yeon-seo seems like it'll take quite some time."

Yeon-seo sat across from Park Hyeon-jeong with an awkward posture. When he offered an ion drink he had picked up from a vending machine, Park Hyeon-jeong looked at him surprisingly.

"Before we start the acting lesson······ What do you think are Yeon-seo's acting problems?"

"What?"

"All of it."

"All, all?"

Yeon-seo, who was drinking his beverage, tried to suppress the sound that wanted to escape.

"Yes. In that sense, I brought the worst performance from all the acting you've done so far."

"Oh, Teacher, you don't have to do that······."