Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Idol Olympics. (3)

Grade B Translation: Manually edited MTL. Translated and interpreted as best as I can.

Mixed with some Korean terms. Misinterpretation may occur due to limited comprehensive ability.

Awkward English, bad grammar, and typos may often occur as Translator is not fluent in English and not edited by Editor nor proofed by Proofreader.

“I’ve beheaded the gold medal.”

Ian grabbed the gold medal as if he had cut the enemy general’s head and held it out in front of the members.

“The water has cooled already.”

“Have this drink, Ya Majesty.”

Ian answered “onya1 오냐 o.nya. Okay. A word that responds positively to a question or request from a subordinate. ” and drank the water bottle given by Kim Ju Young. Park Seo Dam fanned Ian with his hands.

After the sprint events were over, the singers headed to the waiting room to prepare for the opening ceremony.

The production crews also needed time to run around busily organizing cameras and props.

In the spare time which will take at least 30 minutes or an hour at most, fans picked up their phones and wrote real-time reviews.

-Ian passed running qualifiersᅲᅲᅲᅲ

(Pic) (Pic)

He came first in qualifiersᅲᅲᅲ the kids running around excitedly so cuteᅲᅮᅮᅮ

ᄂAre you on the scene? How are the kids?

ᄂI’m also on the scene, but there are other singers around the kids. It seems rumors spread as mafia hotspot

ᄂ(Author) Heol 6 secs

ᄂWhat?

-Awy Choi Ian sprint 6 secs lolololol

ilympics new record lolololololol

ᄂCrzy

ᄂDamn awesome rly

ᄂHe said his heart swells lolololol ah cute lololol

ᄂThe kids attending to Ian lolol

***

At the opening ceremony, people wearing the same color form a team and enter.

It has been decided that a rookie group member of each team will be the flag bearer for this iLympics.

Of course, Awy takes the lead as the flag bearer of the purple team.

“Who wants to hold the flag?”

“Me me me!”

“Me!”

Ian, who had already won a medal, was excluded. Instead, Ian mediated the situation.

“Let’s play one round of rock-paper-scissors.”

The rest of the members put out their fists solemnly. The sound of their rock-paper-scissors rang loudly.

At the unique energy of rookies, the idols from the same Purple Team laughed as if wondering why they are so competitive at something like that.

“Yes!”

The winner of the rock-paper-scissors was Kim Hyun. He grabbed the flag with excitement.

“Purple Team please enter.”

The staff called them just in time. The Purple Team followed Kim Hyun into the stadium.

As they entered, the fans screamed. They stood in line in the center of the stadium, waving their hands to each fan seat.

“Yes, Idol Olympics Lunar New Year Special! We will take the opening oath!”

A member of I-One and a member of Luna Girls went up to the podium and read the oath.

It followed with a warm-up dance time and a celebratory performance, where the iLympics host sang while performing a comic dance.

All idols cheered, and some others were leaping around as if they were at a club.

Ian acted as if he was enjoying it and roughly danced to the rhythm because he would be dead tired later if he lost his strength already.

‘Reporters are here, too.’

Instead, Ian stared intently at the red cross mark.

***

After the opening ceremony, it was lunchtime because the crew had to set up the aerobics and rhythmic gymnastics events to follow.

“Seriously, it’s only been 1 o’clock?”

“It seems like the recording is a bit delayed, right?”

“Isn’t this going to end past midnight?”

There was a long delay perhaps because something was not working properly. Ian and the members got rid of their lunch boxes as if drinking and came out of the waiting room after a short break.

Members who were trying to get sodas from the vending machine looked around.

“What’s this sweet atmosphere?”

Whispered Jo Tae Woong.

The atmosphere inside the stadium is gone somewhere. Male and female idols were friendly mixed and chatting while smiling. There were even some people who exuded a suspicious atmosphere.

“Hyung, cider for me.”

“Here you go.”

When Park Jin Hyuk threw it, Ian caught it with one hand and opened the can. Ian leaned against the wall drinking his cider.

It was because of the blatant gazes of several people focusing on him.

“Shall we go out quickly and babbling around2A slang here. 노가리 까다 (no.ga.ri kka.da). Spreading pollocks. Meaning talking so much or talking so much nonsense. This compares the words of someone talk-active to how pollock fish let out so many of their young ones at once. with the fans?”

Whispered Lee Joo Hyuk.

Even in this unexpected happening of being swept away by the pink air current, he strongly wanted to get out.

Kim Ju Young answered Ian’s question. The members stared at Ian as if they had been waiting.

Ian felt like he become a recreational instructor.

“Do you know ‘nonsense kung kung ta’?”

“!”

***

Nonsense kung kung ta3 말도 안 되는 쿵쿵따. It’s a type of word chain game, but you must say a nonsense or a made-up word. Kung kung ta itself is the lyrics(?) sung before the game and said between players. The word is only three syllables and the last syllable becomes the first syllable for the next player. is a game where you make up a really nonsensical word and continue it with the last syllable.

Because the game proceeds with words that do not make sense by mixing strange pronunciations, it was testing Awy’s ad-lib skills just by immediately rushing whenever they caught a similar word.

“Dda-olg-kkikk.”

“Dda-o-gi? Dda-o-gii?”

“Oh? Dda-o-gi4 따오기. Ibis, a type of bird. is right! What’s ibis, is it the name of your secret folder?”

“Take out Jo Tae Woong!”

Eaargh! Jo Tae Woong fell down. Park Jin Hyuk and Lee Joo Hyuk put their hands together and took a prayer posture. It was like a fashion show’s final pose.

“Lord, we are sending another guy like this.”

“Wow, but seriously. Rappers have an advantage at this!”

“What rappers, what’s Choi Ian then.”

Previously eliminated Kim Ju Young raised Jo Tae Woong’s upper body.

“You can’t win him over in logic. How come an American has a better vocabulary than Koreans?”

“Isn’t it a class difference? Intelligence difference?”

When Ian spoke proudly, Jo Tae Woong put a headlock on Ian.

“Hey! Fans are watching! Take care of fans’ hearts! The fans’ hearts are plummeting!”

“I bet the fans who see us will think we’re close, though?”

Jo Tae Woong laughed small and scattered Ian’s set hair. Ian forcibly loosened Jo Tae Woong’s arm and ran towards him, who started running away.

Other idols were slowly entering the stadium.

MyKit was looking around and approached Awy.

“We’re looking for you guys, but are you already out?”

“What are you doing?”

When they answered they were playing nonsense kung kung tta, MyKit sat next to them excitedly. Ian, who finally dragged Jo Tae Woong and fed him headlock in reverse, sat down.

[This looks like déjà vu.]

‘I know right.’

[If it’s like this, won’t all the singers flock here?]

‘No way.’5 설마. Seol.ma. Usually translated as ‘no way’, this actually has a quite neutral tone. In the good sense, this word can be filled with hopeful wishes or expectations of something coming. In the bad sense, this word can be filled with worry or skepticism of something coming as in this case. So, this word is often used as a flag.

* * *

And the ‘no way’ became reality.

Other idols gathered one by one and participated in the game, and there were also many people watching even if they did not play the game.

The female idols were unable to get close because of the fans’ eyes and were watching from afar.

“Jjeon-hwo-gwok.”

“Hwo-gwo6 훠궈. Hot pot in Korean. ?”

“It’s the same name as the Chinese restaurant near our dorm!”

“Out! Out!”

Awy actively participated in the game but rubbed their eyes because they were tired.

“As expected, it’s fun to play it on our own.”

Whispered Kim Ju Young. As they interacted with many people at once, there were times feeling overwhelmed in the middle.

In addition, they had to be more attentive because most of them had never met before and had to be polite to some extent.

“Dunno how far to joke, right?”

“But didn’t you do well with us?”

“It seems ‘cuz you guys are strangely similar to us.”

Awy and MyKit fell back as they gradually reduced the number of participating members.

“Wanna play mafia?”

“Good. Let’s make a bet this time.”

“The next game is going to start soon!”

Shouted a staff member.

“It seems we’ll have to do it next time.”

They walked towards their own color team.

The next games were aerobics and rhythmic gymnastics, but Awy did not participate.

Even so, they had to keep their seats and watch the game, but should never get bored or yawn. There were reporters too and no one knows when they’ll be caught on camera.

Ian passed the time watching the participating idols’ games and also did something else with Jin’s help.

‘How are the fans?’

[Coming out in middle? Not much. About five people? But the fans outside came in and filled it up again.]

‘Oh yeah?’

Ian looked at the fan seat and waved. Fans who were watching with telescopes responded with cheers.

[No fan went to other fan seats like you suffer.]

‘I see...’

Ian sighed with relief. The trauma of Kim Yong Min’s time lasted longer than he thought.

The sense of defeat and loss that he tasted for the first time. He was also young back then, so it felt even more emotional.

Looking at the red cross and yellow triangle marks that did not disappear, Ian seemed to be able to put down a load of bad memories of Kim Yong Min’s time.