Chapter 90:

Chapter 90:

Chapter 90

Let’s do it again without mentioning Awi.

“Can we really eat this?”

“Of course. But don’t eat too much, the shooting might take a long time.”

“Okay.”

The members put down the chicken legs they had picked up with a gloomy expression.

The camera was not even set up yet.

“Didn’t they say this was a new product?”

“It smells like spicy fried chicken. Or sweet and sour pork.”

“It tastes like that too. You’re the master of chicken, Kim Joo-young.”

Jo Tae-woong gave Kim Joo-young a thumbs up after taking a bite.

“It’s awesome.”

“Delicious?”

The photographer, who had finished setting up the camera, captured that moment.

“You guys were great just now! Very natural!”

As if they were waiting for that cue, the members lifted the chicken legs again.

There were only chicken legs, no other parts, because it was an advertisement shooting.

“Don’t focus too much on eating and smile brightly!”

The staff’s advice to not eat too much was unnecessary.

They ate so eagerly that the photographer had to warn them.

The next day after the chicken advertisement, they had a photo shoot for a magazine.

It was a fall fashion photo shoot for the upcoming season, and it was a luxury clothing photo shoot.

“The clothes are amazing, aren’t they?”

“Did our jawlines look like that?”

The members admired the photos they had taken together.

Jo Tae-woong rubbed his chin and pretended to cut paper with it.

“Ouch!”

“Jo Tae-woong, you’re so cheesy.”

“The faces came out really well. Is this another booster for our popularity?”

They had lost some weight from touring overseas and performing, and their faces became sharper as well. The results were better than expected.

“Let’s change clothes and take another round.”

The confident members looked at the camera with cool expressions.

After finishing the magazine photo shoot, Awi headed to the company to prepare for the award ceremony stage.

It was when Ian was practicing the choreography for the bonus track that Kim Hyun had made with the members.

“Ian, come to the conference room for a minute.”

“Ian, bring me some ice cream when you come back!”

“Don’t be late!”

It was time to practice as a group, not individually, so the members were happy to have a break and lay down on the floor.

“Some people came from Shinwa Media Group.”

“Really?”

They had only agreed to appear two days ago and they came in person? Already?

When Ian opened the door of the conference room, there were quite a few people sitting inside.

“Did you call me?”

Ian greeted Director Seo Su-ryeon as if he didn’t know her. Next to her were vocal teacher Lee Hee-jin and a woman with flashy makeup. There were also people who looked like broadcasting staff holding cameras.

“These are the people from Idol Uni.”

Then who was the person sitting next to Lee Hee-jin?

“This is Yewen Li, the investor.”

The investor came in person.

“*Nice to meet you.”

Yewen Li spoke in English and reached out her hand to Ian. He shook her hand and sat in an empty seat.

“*I couldn’t wait after you agreed to appear, so I came here myself.”

“I’ll be back after checking on some trainees next door.”

The choreographer rushed into the next practice room.

Ian tilted his head and opened Awi’s practice room door.

“What? What happened while I was in the conference room?”

The expressions of the members except Kim Hyun and Kim Juyoung were not good.

“Where’s Juyoung teacher?”

“Next practice room, why?”

“Aaah!”

Jo Tae-woong knelt down and screamed. It was obvious that the choreography plan had come out. Ian snatched the pad from Jo Tae-woong’s hand.

“What, this is not bad...”

Ian’s expression gradually darkened.

There was no intense acrobatic movement, but a more difficult choreography had appeared.

It was a time-lapse choreography, which required precise timing to avoid breaking the overall picture.

It was a choreography that focused on the whole picture rather than on individual attention, and it looked cool to watch.

“No...”

Ian laughed bitterly.

He waited until the excitement of the Awi members in the next practice room subsided, and then casually checked the posture of the trainees, hoping that the dance members would handle it somehow.

The choreographer left, so the arrow turned to Kim Hyun and Kim Joo-young.

“Joo-young, you made this too, right?”

“Hyung! What is this!”

Kim Hyun said leisurely.

“Hey, we can do this at our level.”

“That bastard got high on monthu...”

“Just try it and see. We can do it, right?”

“Hyung, we are not professional dancers.”

They had to sing while doing this choreography. Park Seo-dam frowned as if he had no confidence.

How can I do this... Lee Joo-hyuk patted Park Seo-dam’s shoulder and said.

“Guys, let’s just try to match it simply. This is just a draft choreography.”

“Shall we? Where should we start?”

Lee Joo-hyuk smiled as he saw the members who had forgotten their frustration and got up quickly.

“Just this part. You do this movement here and gather in a line.”

The movement itself was simple. However, they had to gather in a few seconds with a certain timing.

“Let’s do it, one two three...”

Poh, Ian followed the front member and lined up behind him, then stretched out his arm.

“...It works?”

“Wow!”

The members cheered. Kim Hyun and Kim Joo-young shrugged their shoulders confidently.

“I was right, wasn’t I? We can do it.”

“I just felt a thrill. Let’s do it again.”

This time they practiced the movement with music and video recording ready. The result was perfect.

“Crazy. Why are you so good?”

“What about you?”

Park Jin-hyuk and Kim Hyun praised each other as they looked at each other.

Seo Young-joon, the choreographer who was watching the members’ movements from the hallway, opened the door of the practice room with a smile.

“Guys, I’ll take a look.”

“Teacher! You said you wouldn’t make the choreography too hard! We still have monthu left!”

“There’s no acrobatic.”

He still hadn’t cooled down. Seo Young-joon smiled awkwardly.

***

Awi, who spent three days practicing hard, headed to Hong Kong.

‘The audience here are, to put it nicely, a bit... assertive.’