Chapter 548

Episode 548

Kim Rae-bin raised his head.

At first glance, the complex and closely spaced dots and lines in the PC, which has been working for a while, looked dizzy.

But he knew that if he turned it all into notes, it would sound amazingly harmonious and beautiful... .

But it was strange.

‘Who’s going to sing it?’

Of course, I also made a song that I imagined as a singer as a hobby. After the members created an account for ‘Star Song’ together, he would sometimes create songs full of imagination without a narrator.

However, the fact that the song is completed so quickly and concretely means that he has a very clear singing voice in his head.

“that... .”

Looking at the recorded notes, he reflexively began to translate them into sound sources in his head.

Even a voice that fits this sound source like a puzzle.

It’s a clear, solid voice.

It’s not overly heavy, and there’s a little bit of soft air mixed into the note as it goes up and down the octave.

And, as if drawing out emotions at the exquisitely precise moment, the appealing sound does not overdo the vibrato... .

“Kim Raebin composing again?”

“... !”

At that moment, Raebin Kim turned his head in surprise.

Cha Yoo-jin was lying on one of the beds in his room and waving.

“I want to listen too!”

“... okay.”

A strange regret remained in my head, as if I had escaped an inch of realization during a deep awakening.

For some reason, Rabin Kim let out a small sigh and connected the speaker to the PC instead of headphones.

The music colored the room as three-dimensional layers shimmered and bounced in all directions.

“Wow.”

Cha Yoo-jin, who was rolling around on the bed, also stopped moving for a moment.

He fell in love with the music as he whistled softly. And Kim Rae-bin was also immersed in the music again.

After that beautiful music and silence dominated the space for several tens of seconds.

Cha Yoo-jin suddenly opened her mouth.

“By the way, Rabin Kim. Why is there another bed here?”

“... ... .”

Kim Rae-bin looked at the extra bed Cha Yu-jin pointed at with a blank expression.

“... I would have bought it just in case.”

“when?”

“therefore... Quite a while ago.”

“For whom?”

Kim Rae-bin stopped talking.

Like a fog, a blank space that I had inadvertently passed floats in my head.

The sound source he created rode through the speakers and shook his mind like a background sound.

who owns the bed

And who did he assume and make this song with a range from 1 octave degree (C3) to 3 octave re# (D#5)?

* * *

Square next to the concert hall.

The wind blowing outdoors hit the hat.

However, Ryu Gun-woo was immersed in singing to the extent that he could hardly feel it, let alone bothered by it.

The tune that goes up like an escalator leads the song, stepping lightly on the stepping-stone-like beat.

-So I,

I, I have to commemorate myself,

I have to never forget,

I’m focused to immerse myself, but I’m not anxious.

A clever way to catch your ears.

The way he sang in front of an audience did not change.

However, this song did not come from the vocal chords of an idol’s main vocalist, honed through years of practice and management activities.

It was the sound coming from the vocal chords of Ryu Gun-woo, who did not even take singing as a hobby.

therefore.

-Okay, remember.

Until now,

it’s slightly husky.

There are parts where the pitch doesn’t come out the way you want, and there are parts where the voice doesn’t seem to be what you want.

However, it was the same when Moondae Park first sang this song in < Azusa >. -Always don’t forget

the amazing miracle

that made you live today.

Don’t erase

it. The essence doesn’t change.

-So congratulations,

commemorate the present

That’s the party in me

As if every day is a party Ooh-

He was Testa’s Park Moon-dae.

Wherever you are, whatever you look like.

The identity formed in the densest and most intense time of his life over the past few years was so solid that it kept him in place.

i was me

-Let’s PARTY

The clear voice that does not shake even at high notes fills the range of the microphone.

Only one song was filled to the end and ended happily.

The man bowed his head as usual.

mate.

A few applause from the audience, who stopped and listened, filled the seats at the end of the accompaniment.

At the VTIC concert hall, however, there was a mysterious expression mixed in, perhaps because of the song of T-Holic, who was a former rival.

Still, a reaction is a reaction.

Applause was applause.

“... ... .”

He came down the stairs with a deep breath.

Ju Dan, who finally recovered from his blank expression, made a confident comment.

“You are a singer.”

Testa Park Mun-dae did not answer and smiled.

* * *

The cast iron man talked a lot.

Seeing that I picked a song with a thick face in a plaza where people pass by, it seemed that he was sure that he was making a living with this.

Thanks to that, I was listening to this guy’s mystery parade with great admiration... Wasn’t he originally a bit grotesquely secularist?

‘Why are you so excited?’

The problem is that the batting average is very high.

“Are you working as a singer in LeTi in the future?”

“... ... .”

“From the knowledge that only LeTi officials should know, to the appearance that this agency prefers... .”

And it has finally come to this point.

“No wait... okay. Are you debuting as the last member of our debut group soon? Considering that about 10 years have passed, it seems that my age is about right... ... .”

“no.”

Because the risk factor was removed, there was no burden no matter when I started.

... or for no reason.

“... ... .”

He thought as he lay in the first-class, almost private room.

‘I’m glad you deleted it.’

It was sincere and weak relief.

Until the restart, this useless influence had to be erased.

but.

“... ... .”

The habits of the past few months have been more than necessary.

An interlocutor who has nothing to hide and who can always talk is what inevitably creates dependence.

It wasn’t good.

‘... Help.’

Cheong-ryeo recited insensibly.

That moment.

[Why.]

“... !”

The hand gripped the armrest tightly.

He immediately raised his upper body and looked into the air.

A blue pop-up.

[You said you restarted, but why are you still there?]

“... ... .”

Help.

Cheong-rye looked at it without saying a word, then slowly muttered to herself.

“Whenever I restart, it will be on my mind.”

[It must be your heart that tried to kill me because

you wanted to restart quickly.] [I’m not the kind of person who died or never existed if you restarted.]

“Is it an illusion that you’re talking about now?”

[It’s not an illusion, it’s real.]

[Anyway, if you’re sarcastic about not dying in the end, you’re an asshole.]

Cheong-rye blankly looked at the pop-up.

And I read the emotions between the lines.

it was anger

[You must have known. I pressed it knowing that I could die.]

[Isn’t that why you drank beer too?]

“... ... .”

Cheong-rye let out a long sigh.

For some reason he looked very tired.

However, pop-ups poured out their remarks without hesitation.

[If you want to press it again, press it. Let’s see what happens this time.]

“How did you come back?”

[I don’t know either. somehow... .]

The popup flickered with a little effort.

It looked like there was some kind of blow, but the sentence is still unstoppable.

[Anyway, I recovered and sent a message. Pissed off.]

“... ... .”

Cheong-rye looked at the pop-up without expression.

However, the suspicions and enormous questions expected by the sender of the pop-up were not expressed with the shameless calm.

[That’s all.]

Cheong-rye moved her head slightly up and down at the last message.

“... okay.”

Park Mun-dae removed the pop-up while enduring grumblings such as “Is it a natural tendency to be calm after stabbing people in the back of the head?”

The blue pop-up that floated in front of Cheongryeo’s eyes disappeared.

“... ... .”

Help is back.

Cheongryeo silently erased the red delete invitation window that reappeared.

Then he leaned back on his seat.

had to delete

The problem is that it didn’t.

* * *

And the same time.

“Geon-woo?”

“... ah.”

“Oh, you fell asleep while waiting~”

Park Moon-dae woke up with Ryu Gun-woo’s body.

Yes.

He succeeded in accessing the system in Cheongryeo while maintaining his body!

‘This is how it works.’

-hello!

It was enough for the trainees and officials to pass by at the timing of greeting and shaking hands.

The balance was better than expected.

Even though I’m sick right now and the burden is doubled when accessing the system... .

‘I feel like there’s a little bit of a corner.’

including this one.

He smiled and shook hands with the manager in front of him.

“Congratulations on the contract.”

“thank you.”

Even with his real body, he signed a contract with LeTi as an aspiring artist.

Of course, the early 30s was a difficult age to debut as an idol according to social norms.

So he wrote two tricks.

The one is... Occupational change.

“You really won’t regret it. Our actor line this time is also really good.”

He signed a contract as an aspiring new actor.

In the first place, this was the purpose of the scouting of Chief Lee.

Rather than Ryu’s singing ability, he was invited because of his calmness and good looks when he sang in front of people without any fear.

‘I have no intention of making a real debut here anyway.’

So this was enough.

and second.

“If you’re in your mid-twenties, you’re the perfect age!”

“... yes.”

Do you need your resident registration number to sign a contract?

so... Well, he really just wrote his number.

“Then, thank you, Mr. Ryu Gun-woo!”

It’s Ryu Gun-woo here.

He sent a sincere apology to himself, a college student living in this reality.

‘sorry.’

Let’s steal some gods.