Assistant Manager Kim Hates Idols - Chapter 127



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| Episode 127. Praise my colleague

“I’m back.”

“Huh? Hyung, you’re here early… … ?”

Park Joo-woo, who was stretching in the living room, came up to me when I got home. He even took my backpack and kindly carried it to my room.

“They said they had to vacate the building because they had to clean the Green Line air conditioner. That’s why we finished early.”

If it were any other reason, I would have somehow endured it, but I couldn’t bring myself to clean the air conditioner.

Because an air conditioner that is not maintained is no different from trash.

If the refrigerant runs out, the air becomes lukewarm, if the drain pipe gets old, water leaks, you have to change the batteries in each remote control every time, if mold grows inside, it smells… … .

I still vividly remember washing my hair in a sink with water pouring down from the ceiling like a waterfall. At that time, I really thought I was in a water park, not an office.

I hope that the executives of Hanpyeong Industry, who didn’t repair the air conditioner, suffer from the heat this year.

While I was lost in damp memories, Kang Ki-yeon popped her head out of the kitchen.

“Welcome back. Did you eat?”

“Not yet. What about you?”

“We had chicken breast. Would you like me to heat one up for you?”

“No, I’ll do it.”

Kang Ki-yeon nodded at my words and went back into the kitchen.

But something was strange.

So just now, Kang Ki-yeon came out of the kitchen… … .

“Giyeon-ah.”

“yes?”

“Have you grown tall?”

Are you saying that your gaze is lower than usual?

“Me?”

Kang Ki-yeon pointed at himself with his finger.

The kid seems a little flustered, but it’s okay. He might be taller, but does that really matter?

“Hey guys! Someone, bring me a ruler!”

“Brother, did you just see something wrong?”

“That can’t be true.”

How many Spark group shots do you think I edited? My eyes are like a sock detector, you punk.

At my shouting, Jeong Seong-bin came running out of breath holding a measuring tape.

“How do we measure this? First, let’s mark the height of Kiyeon on the wall.”

“This is a rental house. Don’t mark it with a pen. Put an index on it.”

Then, this time, Lee Cheong-hyeon took a rainbow index from the stationery box he had made in one corner of the living room.

“Why in the middle of the night… … Kiya, you can go to work tomorrow and do it.”

“Don’t you know how much I risked my life for your height?”

I pinned the grumbling Kang Ki-yeon against the wall and replied.

Taking advantage of the gap, Lee Cheong-hyeon painstakingly placed an index on the spot where Kang Ki-yeon’s head touched.

While Jeong Seong-bin and Park Joo-woo joined forces to pull the tape measure, I prayed to the entire universe.

Please, I beg you, make that new X taller.

I really worked hard for you. I made you take health classes, gave you carbohydrates and calcium, and made you go to bed early. It wasn’t my money, though.

What did the Sparklers do that their SNS headers have to be cut diagonally because of him? What did Kang Ki-yeon do that only his upper body had to be cut off and moved upwards?

I’m already anxious because I’ve been indebted to this team for a long time, and if he doesn’t grow taller, I’ll be ashamed and can’t live.

First of all, I would appreciate it if you could make it over 175cm. From now on, I will feed it milk five times a day.

God, Buddha, Grandfather Dangun, please… … .

“Wow. Kang-Kyeon, you’re 176 cm tall?”

In that way, my earnest prayers were answered with a single word from Lee Cheong-hyeon.

* * *

The next day, Kang Ki-yeon was officially recognized as 176 cm tall by a height measuring machine, indicating that she had grown.

And while Kang Ki-yeon was still, I bragged to everyone in the neighborhood about how tall he was on fan cafes and messengers.

“Is it really that good that Kang Ki-yeon is tall?”

Choi Je-ho, who had been staring at me for a long time, suddenly blurted out something.

“Of course. If Kiyeon hadn’t said no, I would have rubbed her legs and left over that.”

Most things can be done as you wish, but things like height are a matter of luck.

It’s something that may not produce results no matter how hard you try, so isn’t it natural to feel proud that your efforts have paid off?

There is still time left until Kang Ki-yeon’s growth plate closes. Although I cannot repay the favor with dance, I plan to repay the favor with my height.

‘I wish I could grow to exactly 180cm.’

In just 1~2 years, Jeong Seong-bin and Lee Cheong-hyeon will be over 180cm tall. If Kang Ki-yeon joins, Spark will be able to obtain the title of having all members over 180cm tall.

The tall group is good. Since their faces are like ice rinks, wouldn’t it be okay if they push through with their physique?

As I was thinking deeply about adding five cartons of low-fat milk to my list of necessities, something felt off.

I should say that Choi Je-ho doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood.

That bastard was rarely in a good mood, but it wasn’t often that he was noticeably bad either.

The biggest guy in the team wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on the youngest just because he’s a little taller.

“How are your preparations for the competition? Are they going well?”

Choi Je-ho, who was lying on his bed, stopped.

The guy who had been hesitating looked at me once and leaned against the headboard of the bed.

“hey.”

“why?”

“Are our children particularly good at accommodating others?”

This kid is talking without saying anything again.

Am I some kind of superpower? Just listen to this and you’ll know the whole story.

Still, I can guess what he means. He must be having quite a bit of trouble with Allover.

But I couldn’t be an interpreter forever, so I decided to pretend I didn’t know until he started talking properly.

“You can tell just by looking at them. They’re good kids.”

“under…….”

“Why? What’s going on?”

Choi Je-ho shook his head.

“No XX, what’s the case where you’re told it’s a dance position but you can’t even follow the choreography?”

“Isn’t it a bit long to learn? Once you learn it, you might be able to do well.”

“It’s different. It wasn’t a movement that knew how to use one’s body.”

I guess an expert can tell just by looking at it. I, who doesn’t know anything about how to use my body, chose to just listen quietly.

“They don’t even give us ideas, and if we give them our opinions, they whine that it’s difficult. If that’s the case, why do we have meetings and practice?”

“That’s right. If it had been like that, I wouldn’t have been able to make much progress, right?”

“I thought it would take a million years to memorize those humans’ choreography, so I did all of them except for Danb.”

“You worked hard. Then, group practice starting tomorrow?”

“They said we should practice individually for 3 days, but what the… … . Shouldn’t we look at the image before planning the dance? We’re not going to do the stage separately, so what’s the point of just memorizing each other, XX. And what kind of choreography takes 3 days to learn?”

Choi Je-ho screamed in frustration. Then he buried his head in the pillow.

“What’s wrong? Even Choi Je-ho didn’t think group practice was that important at one point.”

“That was a long time ago.”

He was breathing so hard that I could clearly see Choi Je-ho’s shoulders rising and falling on the bed across from him.

“Did you enjoy practicing with Spark?”

Choi Je-ho’s back flinched at my question.

As the boy sat up, his face, red from being pressed against the pillow, was revealed.

X-Fuck, is your nose blocked? You’re forbidden from lying down on your stomach.

“Hey, you have to compare what you can compare.”

“Originally, the old one was a famous one.”

It was a little funny to see him getting all worked up.

But this was also, to some extent, an intentional experience.

It is true that Choi Je-ho is the best center, known as the ‘Center Emperor’, but the team does not do well just because he is good.

The reason Choi Je-ho was able to exert his presence until now was because the members around him supported him sufficiently.

Kang Ki-yeon made Spark’s stage a group stage rather than a solo show for Choi Je-ho, and Jeong Seong-bin and other members balanced it out.

In the past, there were times when the stage was chaotic because it didn’t always work out well, but not anymore. The current Spark seemed to have everyone doing well, and Choi Je-ho was flying in it.

I thought I needed to know that fact myself.

If you know how precious your members are, you won’t end up with empty promises like “I’m leaving the group and going to find myself and debut as a solo artist…”

“If it doesn’t work, isn’t it basic to ask how to do it? I don’t understand why you immediately try to change the choreography when something is a little complicated.”

“The choreography must have been very difficult.”

“Then what, you only do the basics your whole life? Back in the old days, Jeong Seong-bin practiced while crying.”

“Yeah, you’re a latte.”

Now Choi Je-ho was almost going wild.

It’s a shame that I have bad luck with the draw, but I feel like I’m having the experience I wanted.

Choi Je-ho, who had been grumbling for a while, looked at me and asked.

“You said that last time, right? If you tease me, I can do whatever I want.”

“When did I ever say that? I told you to do whatever you want and say whatever you want.”

Choi Je-ho frowned at my words.

Then he thought about something quietly and opened his mouth again.

“Are the grades important on this stage?”

“Grades aren’t important, but doing well is… … .”

“I know, I told you that if I do well, the fans will see it.”

This is something we talked about before the royal family started, but you remember it so well.

“If rankings aren’t that important and my broadcast image isn’t that important, then I’ll do whatever I want.”

“what?”

“I’ll do whatever I want. I’ll say whatever I want without using foul language because what you’re doing is disgusting, and I’ll go ahead and do whatever I want.”

I looked at the guy without saying anything.

The guy looked at me like that and added briefly.

“I’ll do mine well.”

There was no need for further answer. I said yes, smiled, and left the room.

* * *

During the following practice period, I just sang without any plan.

First of all, Park Joo-woo took over the morning duties, which gave me some free time. Jeong Seong-bin was in charge of checking the refrigerator.

The two of them worked so well together that all I had to do was enjoy the salad and chicken breast they gave me.

When I go to work at the Green Line, I greet the security guard – he always greets me warmly, saying that the young man is very cheerful – and then I devote myself to practicing with the members of Beryon…

“Hey, do you want to eat this? My manager bought it for me when he went to Thailand!”

“What’s your phone number, bro? We didn’t exchange numbers when we first met.”

“Hey, how does Spark do things like idea meetings?”

Hey guys… … When did the distance between us become so small?