Chapter 196:


    <b>Trantor: MarcTempest</b>


    <b>Editor: NicoleTempest</b>


    Chapter 196 His Way (3)


    [Let’s start the mass voting now!]


    As the MC proceeded with the voting, trying to salvage the mood, it was clear that Yu-geon had the upper hand.


    There were 82 trainees excluding Dream Hot Group A.


    Most of them, except for a dozen or so of the top-ranked ones, sided with Yu-geon.


    It was obvious.


    His skills were so overwhelming that the oue was indisputable. The few A and B-ranked trainees who didn’t vote for Yu-geon were obviously trying to sabotage him.“Ugh, how petty. They’re embarrassed that A got beaten by F, so they’re taking his side.”


    The lower-ranked trainees openly expressed their dissatisfaction.


    “Shouldn’t they swap ranks? Wasn’t he a total flop?”


    “I guess not. He just went for the center position.”


    “Man, what a shame. It would have been more fun to watch if they did.”


    The mockery from the lower-ranked trainees made Se-hyun’s face turn red.


    He must have thought they were way below him.


    ‘Well… Shim Naru’s reaction is lukewarm.’


    The difference between Shim Naru and him was that Naru had a somewhat sessful career and couldn’t let go of his pride, so he threw a tantrum to get his way, and they reluctantlypromised.


    But this guy was different. He was still a trainee, even if he was A-ranked. He might have been able to pull some strings among the runts, but he was no match for the politics of the upper ranks, where pre-contracts andworking were rampant.


    ‘He’s out if he makes a fuss here as a trainee who hasn’t debuted and has no career.’


    In the heated atmosphere, Yu-geon secured the center spot, and the mood of Dream Hot Group A plunged into darkness.


    ‘So that’s why he only had two friends.’


    Hwijin, who was under the stage, also looked at Yu-geon with a stunned expression, just like the other trainees.


    Hwijin was basically weak-hearted, but he wasn’t the type to cooperate with injustice.


    He couldn’t actively protest or stand up against something he didn’t agree with, but he couldn’t adapt to the political scene of the upper ranks, where pre-contracts andworking were rampant.


    That’s why he became friends with Yu-geon, who climbed up with his skills.


    That’s what he concluded, but then he wondered.


    ‘How did he be friends with Naru?’


    He didn’t seem to have anything inmon with him, neither in personality nor situation.


    He had many questions, but anyway… he was d that Yu-geon made a strong impression again.


    Of course, it wasn’t a reassuring situation from a distance.


    ‘What is he going to do by making enemies of all the top-ranked ones?’


    I tilted my head, recalling the bitter editing of Boys Be Ambitious.


    The production team still had the intention to disadvantage Yu-geon, and they wanted to use the buzz he created as a bait.


    This time, too, there was plenty of room to make him look bad.


    They could edit out the parts where he showed his skills and highlight the parts where Se-hyun did well, making him look like a troll who stirred up trouble and exhausted his teammates for nothing.


    In fact, when I searched for him shortly after I met him, there were a lot of negativements like ‘troll’, ‘nuisance’, ‘selfish’.


    ‘What… is he going to do next?’


    I was worried, but it was his problem. I waited for the practice to end and headed to the group practice room as instructed by the production team.


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    “Ugh, I’m so tired~.”


    After washing off all the sweat and dirt in themunal shower, we returned to the dorm and flopped onto our beds.


    Today’s practice had ended past 10 o’clock, so the camera and the recording device were already turned off when we came in.


    “You were really amazing today.”


    Yu-geon stretched out and sprawled on the bed, and Hwijin smiled proudly andplimented him.


    “Well, I’m confident on stage.”


    Yu-geon chuckled and rolled over.


    It was a cheeky move, but it suited his personality so well that I had nothing to say.


    “What are you going to do from now on?”


    I asked him when I saw an opportunity, and he snorted and pondered for a moment before opening his mouth.


    “Hmm… Well, I guess I have to stick with this character for now.”


    This character meant the cocky troll he was ying.


    “Noh Se-hyun doesn’t seem to get much support from the production team, so I tried to make a move. But I can’t expect to get lucky like that again.”


    He was right. If the production team decided to push for his debut, and he got into a fight with someone like Shim Naru, he wouldn’t stand a chance with his skills.


    He would be cut off before he even got a chance to show what he could do.


    And since he had made enemies of most of the top trainees with this incident, he couldn’t hope for any smooth negotiation or cooperation in the future.


    “I might as well give up on debuting. I just have to survive as long as I can and show as much talent as possible.”


    Hwijin nodded in agreement with Yu-geon’s candid remark.


    “Me too, although the situation is different… I don’t think I can make it to debut. I’m trying to focus on spreading a good image and dropping out gracefully.”


    What nonsense. You guys are going to debut in six months.


    I couldn’t tell them the secret I knew, so I coughed and gave them some encouragement.


    “Both of you, cheer up. You have enough potential, so if you can do well in the voting, I think you have a chance.”


    Then they both burst outughing at the same time, as if I had said something ridiculous.


    “What? You say that after seeing today?”


    “Hey, that’s too much of apliment.”


    They bothughed as if they wanted me to stop joking.


    No, really. You guys are going to debut. I felt my mouth twitch, but I didn’t want to be treated like a crazy person here.


    “Okay, okay. I’ll just cheer for you.”


    “Thanks, I guess your heart counts.”


    Yu-geon casually pulled the nket over him and tossed and turned. Soon after, the lights went out with Hwijin’s good night, but I couldn’t fall asleep and stared at the ceiling for a long time.


    ‘I can’t sleep.’


    Meanwhile, Yu-geon seemed to have trouble sleeping too, as I heard him rustling for a while.


    Rustle, rustle-.


    ‘He’s really annoying!’


    If he couldn’t sleep, he should just lie still, not bother anyone.


    Finally, I got up and sat up, and Yu-geon whispered in the dark.


    “Oh, did I wake you up?”


    This time, I was so annoyed that I blurted out what I felt.


    “Yes.”


    “Sorry. I can’t sleep.”


    I red briefly at the direction where Yu-geon was and then flipped over the nket andy down again. Well, what can I say when he apologizes? I stared nkly at the pattern of the nket for a while and then blurted out.


    “What’s making you so anxious?”


    Yu-geon clearly heard me but didn’t answer.


    “Are you asleep?”


    In other words, answer me if you’re not sleeping.


    Then Yu-geon answered in a low, muffled voice.


    “I don’t know.”


    He looked so confident earlier. Did he get anxious when it became dawn and the surroundings were quiet? I couldn’t say I didn’t understand.


    Am I doing well right now, is this right? Is this the answer? Was there no better way? Isn’t life about living in pain while chewing over these questions endlessly?


    Of course, if it were me, I wouldn’t choose the same way as Yu-geon.


    He draws attention by making everyone his enemy. It sounds easy and simple, but if anyone could seed by doing that, countless audition programs would have done it by now.


    This was something only Yu-geon could do, and only Yu-geon could handle.


    And underneath that, there was a condition that he had to endure the ‘weight of the crown’ as the lyrics he sang today.


    I don’t know about the other people in this world,


    But I know that Yu-geon can do it.


    “Do you regret it? What happened today.”


    Yu-geon answered right away to the question I squeezed out at the end of the silence.


    “No.”


    “Then that’s fine.”


    Yu-geon snorted with a look of disbelief. He must have thought I was saying it too easily.


    “There was no other way. That was the best I could do at the time, so I did it.”


    Yu-geon leaned against the wall, as if he didn’t understand what I meant.


    “So if you’re not going to regret it, I think that was the best output you did. You can’t change it, and you don’t want to. If you would do the same thing if you went back to that time. Then that was the best you could do at the time.”


    I spat out what I could say out of what I wanted to say and then added a joke.


    “It was better than hitting Noh Se-hyun in the face, right?”


    “Pfft.”


    Then Hwijin, who was on the opposite bed, couldn’t hold back hisughter and snickered.


    “Were you listening?”


    Hwijin apologized right away.


    “Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But honestly, you two are talking too loud for something that’s hard to hear.”


    Hwijin desperately tried to make up for it and kept holding back hisughter.


    “Justugh. I’m serious.”


    I chuckled calmly and Yu-geon answered cheekily.


    “Oh, but hitting him in the face would have been fun too.”


    “It would have been fun, but not fun to take legal responsibility.”


    “That’s true.”


    “But at least you hurt his pride, so let’s call it even.”


    We exchanged harsh words as if joking and then started to talk about this and that again.


    When I think about it, it was nothing special.


    We were talking about our impressions of each other and the song we had to perform. I quietly slipped out of the conversation and closed my eyes, letting Yu-geon and Hwi-jin do most of the talking.


    Their voices soon became like a radio talk show, lulling me to sleep.


    As their low murmurs filled my ears, I heard someone whisper right before I lost consciousness.


    [Is this fun for you?]


    It was a sharp voice that scratched my eardrums, and it sounded vaguely familiar. But before I could figure out where I had heard it, I fell into a deep sleep.


    The next morning.


    I had avish buffet breakfast that still felt too extravagant for me, and then headed to the practice room that we had been assigned yesterday.


    ‘Our group’s atmosphere isn’t too bad.’


    The song itself was refreshing and lively, so we just had to show off our youthful charm and make it look cute even if we were inexperienced.


    I had decided on the direction of the performance and was ready to persuade the other members, when I saw a huge bomb in front of me.


    “Um… there are six of us, right? Why are two of them missing?”


    There were only four of us in the group, including me. The two DF members who seemed to get along well yesterday were gone.


    “I don’t know. Maybe they’lle before the practice time starts…”


    A B-grade member checked the clock with a worried expression.


    There were only 17 seconds left until 9 o’clock. There was no way they would make it.


    “I’ll ask the staff.”


    There was no cameraman in the practice room, since it wasn’t our turn to film yet.


    ‘What’s going on?’


    I felt a surge of uneasiness as I remembered that strange voice from yesterday.