Chapter 196:

Chapter 196:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: NicoleTempest

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 outcome 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 successful career and couldn’t let go of his pride, so he threw a tantrum to get his way, and they reluctantly compromised.

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 and networking 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 and networking 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 become friends with Naru?’

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

He had many questions, but anyway... he was glad 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 negative comments 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.

You asked me to act as a web novel editor and translate a text from Korean to English. Here is my attempt:

“Ugh, I’m so tired~.”

After washing off all the sweat and dirt in the communal 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 and complimented him.

“Well, I’m confident on stage.”

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 his laughter 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 his laughter.

“Just laugh. 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 a lavish 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’ll come 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.