Chapter 169:

Chapter 169:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: Rxel

Chapter 169

“Do you have any notes or something that you studied before?”

“Yes, I do!”

Bijoo quickly took out a notebook in response to Woojoo’s question. He examined it carefully.

“Hmm.”

Woojoo pretended to be calm, but he was amazed inside.

When did he study this much?

The things that Bijoo wrote in his notebook were at a higher level than he expected.

“When did you have time to study this?”

“Well, I didn’t have much time, so I did it whenever I could. I also watched you work from behind when you were working.”

“Since when did you do that?”

“I think it was when you first worked on Fireworks.”

Bijoo recalled.

“You looked so tired then. I thought I should help you somehow, and I started doing it, but then I got interested and worked hard.”

“That’s impressive.”

“Ugh, don’t say that. Hyung. I get embarrassed when you praise me.”

“No, really. You’re amazing.”

Woojoo sincerely admired him.

Bijoo’s level was that of a beginner who had thoroughly learned the basics for three months.

But the important thing was the process of getting there.

He did this with only bits of time left over.

When everyone else was asleep after practicing all day, he spent 10 or 20 minutes more reading, memorizing, and studying.

It sounded easy.

But how many people could do this without missing a day for six months?

Woojoo felt a human respect for he who was in front of him.

“So, you did this by yourself?”

“Yes,” Bijoo answered readily, then looked around and asked, “Is it a bit lacking?”

“No, it’s more than enough. You must have had a lot of questions, you should have asked me.”

“I wanted to ask you at first.”

Bijoo scratched the back of his head.

“But you were always busy except when you were lying in the dorm. The last time I tried to ask you, you were reading a script...”

“What about in the waiting room?”

“You were always reading fan letters. Or you went to the fan cafe and read the posts that the fans uploaded.”

“What about in the car?”

“You were listening to music and writing something on your notepad.”

“...The timing was off.”

They looked at each other with regretful expressions and Woojoo continued, “We can match the timing from now on, right? Right?”

“Right.”

“Hmm, before we start, let me compliment you a bit.”

Woojoo smiled at him as if to say he did well.

“You must have had a hard time studying by yourself, but you did this much. You’re really good. The Director would have praised you if he saw this.”

“Uh...”

“Really, you did a great job.”

“No, I didn’t do it alone. Junhyun helped me a lot too.”

"Helped you? I know what he would say if you asked him. ‘Hmm, ask Woojoo Hyung. He knows that stuff.’ "

Woojoo imitated him perfectly and Bijoo covered his mouth and giggled. Woojoo said to him who was laughing comfortably, “From now on, I’ll help you, so ask me anything you want. I’ll answer everything.”

“Okay. Hyung.”

They smiled brightly at each other.

They started working right away.

They put an A4 paper on the table and started brainstorming ideas.

“What should we do for the next album concept?”

“Can we decide that ourselves? The Director...”

“That’s okay. I talked to the Director last night. He said we have autonomy for the next album too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, as long as it’s not something ridiculous like a bread mask or a crab costume.”

Thanks to the success of this title song, Woojoo had a reward.

It was the producer’s authority.

Of course, he didn’t have full power. The company could interfere at any time.

But his position was very high because he hit consecutive home runs from Something to Masquerade.

He wondered if the A&R Team recognized him as the producer of New Black.

Whenever he gave his opinion, they would accept it as long as it wasn't too absurd.

Woojoo asked Bijoo, who was clapping his hands and happy as if it was his own success, "Tell me what you've always wanted to do. You're the star of the next album, right?"

"Um..."

"Don't worry about the others. I can tell you're thinking about them right now."

"...Oh, can you?"

"Yeah, so be honest with me."

Woojoo wanted to know what Bijoo was thinking as an artist.

What kind of music he wanted to do normally, and what he had to say this time.

Bijoo finally opened his lips after some hesitation.

"I... I want to sing, Hyung."

"Sing?"

"I want to do a dance song, but with a lighter color this time. A song that has more vocal color than dance."

"You want to reduce the dance?

Woojoo asked him suspiciously, sensing something fishy.

"Are you trying to be considerate of Rihyuk?"

"No. It's not that."

Bijoo waved his hand and denied it strongly.

"I really want to sing."

"I feel like you're being weird. You're a dancer, right? You're going to ignore your talent and go for vocals?"

"Yes. I want to try singing properly this time."

He nodded his head.

"Actually, there's not much difference. Both Fireworks and Masquerade are dance songs, right? Something is a vocal song, but it was a duet."

It was a fresh and good idea.

They had sung as five in a music cafe once, but except for that time, they had never sung properly as a group.

Grandma also complimented Bijoo and Rihyuk.

-Yeah, Rihyuk is studying hard and doing great. I saw him last New Year’s too.

“Oh, on Chuseok?”

-He was studying some Chinese thing when I saw him on Chuseok.

“It was Japanese.”

-Switch to someone else. I get a fever when I talk to him. He’s a world champion in spitting out nonsense.

“...I’m sorry.”

They all burst into laughter as Rihyuk was humiliated again after Junghyun.

-Where’s Jiho?

“He’ll be here soon. He’s lost in his game.”

-Really?

“Why did you call me all of a sudden, Grandma?”

-I called you to scold you. Why didn’t you tell me that you’re on TV today?

Woojoo’s heart and lungs thumped and thudded as he jumped up from the sofa.

“What, what? How did you know that, Grandma? I didn’t tell you.”

-You can’t fool me, I know everything. These days, there’s a lot of talk on that backside group chat.

“...I’m screwed.”

The kids held back their laughter next to him.

-What’s wrong with you? Tell me. Let me laugh with you.

“Grandma, listen to me. You can’t watch that show. There’s some embarrassing stuff on there.”

“Woojoo Hyung has a lot of dark history on there.”

“Ah, you little punk.”

Jiho had come down and joined the testimony. Woojoo covered both sides of the phone with his hands as the kids tried to testify one by one.

-That’s not my ears, you can’t block them.

“Oops.”

-You’re worse than a butterfly, you jerk.

Just then, Woojoo saw a cat rubbing its body against Mrs. Kim Deoksoon’s lap and meowing.

Woojoo glared at Nabi and then said to his grandmother, “Anyway, you can’t watch today’s broadcast! Grandma! Especially, Nabi. She can’t watch it even more.”

-What’s that? You’re making me curious.

“Don’t watch it! If you watch it, we’re done!”

-Hey, you...

Woojoo hung up the phone.

Rihyuk shrugged and asked Woojoo, “Why didn’t you just tell her the truth? The more you do this, the more curious she’ll be and watch it.”

“Could you say that you sent a video letter of a cat to your grandmother?”

“If it were me, I wouldn’t have sent a video letter in the first place.”

“Right, instead your electric shocker would break down.”

“...This is my win. Not a tie.”

“I said the last word, so I won.”

While they were having a rock-paper-scissors battle, Jiho looked at them with pity and sucked on a chupa chup.

“How old are you guys, really?”

“Jiho, your HP is red right now.”

Junghyun pointed at the laptop screen, and Jiho shouted into his headphones.

“Oh, wait a minute. Namu Hyung, don’t use a bow there. You’re on fire, you know? Yeah! Your base is burning right now. Ah, damn it!”

“...?”

“Hey, hey, hey! Aaah!”

They blinked their eyes at the sight of a middle schooler who was pounding his mouse and keyboard like a broken cat.

Junghyun glanced at the laptop screen and explained, “He’s playing a game with the Street Boys. It’s a clan war, and he’s losing. His clan is Mint Choco.”

“Who’s the opponent?”

“Guryong Elementary School, 5th grade, class 3.”

They all laughed so hard that they didn’t notice that they fell to the floor.

5:58 p.m.

Woojoo read the posts that our fans posted on the fan cafe and idol community, trying to calm his nervousness.

-I’m so excitedᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏᄏ

-I’m so looking forward to it and nervous. What will come out today?

-If our kids go on a past life show, Conan or Kim Jeonil will definitely come out

-I’m nervous... At this point, it’s not fangirling, it’s a random box territory

-Congratulations! You won the SS-grade black history card ‘Oh, really?’ LOL

These people are really...

From his grandmother to the world, how could there be no one on his side?

He could already see the posts that would pop up everywhere after the idol show.

He would have to cut off the internet for a while.

“Oh, it’s starting!”

The dark screen brightened and the idol show finally began. Jiho covered his mouth and exclaimed.

“Wow! The logo song you made really came out.”

“Oh, really?”

As the scenes for today’s episode flashed by like a trailer, the logo song that he had made was playing in the background.

Woojoo smiled briefly at the catchy melody and the cheerful faces.

“Pfft!”

Woojoo burst out laughing.

The first thing that appeared on the screen was a pig’s head on a tablet PC.

It was the quiz that they had taken on the day they arrived.

There were subtitles at the bottom.

-How many times do I have to bow, Hyung?

-Just do it as you feel.

The microphone was so good that it picked up their conversation.

And their awkward bowing.

The internet was laughing at them from the first scene.

Then the MCs introduced them and showed them running around.

Their impressions of being on an idol program.

The stories they shared while exploring the police station set.

And then the generation gap between the first-generation and the new-generation idols, and Bijoo’s hilarious misunderstanding of ‘love at first sight’.

And then.

“Ugh...”

The thing that Woojoo wanted to avoid the most.

The corner where he had to write a love letter to a cat and get an electric shock.

That was on the screen.