Assistant Manager Kim Hates Idols - Chapter 134



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| Episode 134. Warrior Workshop (3)

The Awangsilbae Baekjungnori continued for quite a long time.

In the wrestling match, which was the main content, Choi Je-ho showed off his thigh muscles and won the final. He ate a lot of meat and paid for his meal.

At the campfire, a short segment was held with the purpose of burning away all the hardships of the past and moving forward anew… … .

“I’m glad I could become friends with such great juniors! There were times when we had friction, but I hope we can maintain a good relationship and grow together in the future!”

… … Song Min-il struck again.

What friction? You came and hit me. You sly bastard.

The Beryon guys glanced at me as if they had read my mind. I tried hard to maintain a good-natured smile.

Other than that, there were small incidents like someone setting fire to a marshmallow while roasting it, or someone suddenly bursting into tears and expressing how difficult the competition was. Maybe it’s because they’re still kids, but the atmosphere became more relaxed than I thought.

Looking at that, I suddenly remembered the campfire at Hanpyeong Industrial Complex during the time when everyone except the management wanted to go home.

What were you thinking as you looked at the blazing pillar of fire?

Do you want to go home?

Why am I living like this?

I’m sure I was overcome by a very strong desire at that time…

It was Park Joo-woo who broke the shackles of my thoughts.

“… … It’s good that we all come like this together.”

“huh?”

“It feels like I’m really on a trip.”

Park Joo-woo smiled faintly. His appearance was quite strange.

A face that didn’t show much expression began to smile, and a cold expression began to sparkle.

It’s funny how a guy who hates noise enjoys a laughter-filled atmosphere, and it’s funny how a guy who’s shy and always has to hide wherever he goes likes to have a lot of people gathered together…

“I know.”

I gave a short reply and turned my head away. It felt strange.

‘Has the child changed a bit?’

I don’t want to exert too much influence on Spark. I don’t want to change individual members, unless it’s about getting things done or preventing accidents.

But then I feel guilty.

“Let’s come again next time as a group with UA members!”

Lee Cheong-hyeon shouted in an excited voice.

I was about to ask if there was anything wrong with the company job planet rating, but I held back because there was a camera.

“Where do you want to go?”

“Isn’t the sea the easiest?”

The true leaders, Jeong Seong-bin and Choi Je-ho, who do not ignore what their members say, raised the bar.

“Yes. If we were to all come together, we would have to rent the two buses we took today. How much would it cost?”

Kang Ki-yeon also added a word here.

“If you’re going to Incheon, it’s about 400,000 won per round trip, and if you’re going to Gangwon, it’s about 600,000 won. But usually, it’s calculated by the number of kilometers rather than the region.”

“When did you find out about that?”

“Actually, didn’t you want to go on a trip with me too?”

Is that so? If your UA rating goes down because of the local workshop, it’s all your fault.

We watched the blazing flames and had a heated debate on the topic of ‘UA Employee Unity Workshop, Do you like the mountains or the sea?’

An idol group wearing mosquito repellent ankle bracelets and holding an in-house workshop. I really hope this image doesn’t appear on TV.

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The variety show-style training camp was harsh.

The cast of A Wang Shil had to perform a wake-up mission where they had to do cute dance moves to popular aegyo songs from the crack of dawn.

The fierce choreography and adorable dancing of idols who couldn’t even open their eyes properly… I don’t know who would want to see it, but everyone did their best.

Of course, doing your best doesn’t always lead to results.

I showed my desperate choreography skills and sank miserably.

‘I need a day to do this.’

‘Mr. Lee Wol is an idol!’

‘There are always mutations in the world!’

Why is the world so cruel to idols? I bit my lips hard as sadness welled up in me, but nothing changed.

“Brother, you still haven’t passed?”

“I’m going to starve this morning.”

Kang Ki-yeon gave me a pitiful look. The guy who had come back from the food truck early offered me a helping hand.

“Look. This hand gesture is supposed to represent rabbit ears.”

“Oh, it wasn’t a Maltese ear?”

“That’s not important, but anyway. Then… … .”

Kang Ki-yeon danced cutely in the morning breeze, fluttering her wings.

I stood next to him, tapping away incessantly.

No, how can someone just watch someone dance and imitate them? I went to school for 16 years and never learned anything like that.

“Brother Lee Wol, are you still on the mission?”

“Can’t the Black Knight do this… …?”

Likewise, Jeong Seong-bin and Park Joo-woo, who had enjoyed their meal to their heart’s content, also felt sorry for me.

I will not forgive this harsh modern society where over 40 idols are gathered together and one office worker is run by them.

In the end, I passed the audition by following the five Spark members dancing in front of me and dancing along in the back row. Tears flowed from my heart as I received my food.

While I was eating the food I had worked so hard to bring in, Cha Se-han, who was sitting diagonally across from me, spoke to me.

“Brother, didn’t you get bitten by a mosquito? There were a lot of mosquitoes in our room.”

“We slept with the fumigator on. Should I give you some ointment?”

“Are you carrying that around?”

Of course. While I’m on this team, I have a duty to protect the guys’ faces from all kinds of disasters.

And a mosquito repellent fumigator is a summer essential.

There were so many mosquitoes in the Hanpyeong Industrial office that I had to carry a personal fumigator around in the summer. They didn’t buy it for security.

I handed the medicine bottle over to Cha Se-han and finished eating my meal.

Then, a small number appeared in the corner of my vision and caught my eye.

The number that was clearly 3 yesterday had changed to 2. I only noticed it now because I was dancing as soon as I opened my eyes.

‘Is it a countdown?’

I thought about what was on my schedule for the next two days, but it wasn’t much different from the filming of the final royal competition.

I don’t think the system would necessarily show such a trivial schedule like that.

I took advantage of the break given after the meal to ask Jeong Seong-bin.

“Seongbin, do we have any schedules for tomorrow or the day after? Other than filming for the royal family.”

“There’s nothing else like that tomorrow or the day after.”

Then it’s not a schedule. Are you giving me a new task? What kind of great task are you going to give me?

‘Hey, you have to tell me what it is so I can prepare.’

I complained, but the system didn’t show up. You lazy bastard. And now you’re just going to tell me about attendance.

* * *

The training camp ended smoothly, except for a little bit of visibility obscured by the countdown.

Since the cameras weren’t rolling on the bus on the way back, I was able to sit wherever I wanted.

Instead, unlike when they started, when they disbanded, everyone got off at the broadcasting station. Why is this even considered a workshop?

On the way back to the accommodation, the manager who picked me up spoke at a stoplight.

“Hey guys, are you coming to work later?”

I just came back from filming for 2 days and 1 night, but I have to go to work. I have to practice.

When Jeong Seong-bin answered yes, the manager said it was good and started the car again.

“Then, before going to the practice room, stop by the office.”

“Office?”

“Oh. I got a lot of fan letters. There’s still some time until the next competition, so I thought it would be good to read them then.”

Now that I think about it, it’s been quite some time since I last received a fan letter.

I also remembered the first time I received fan letters. When I went to the post office to send them, I thought, ‘These guys are going to get a ton of letters…’ but when I actually received them, I was surprised at how much and how much sincerity they gave.

Sure enough, this time, a box of fan letters arrived in front of each person.

As someone who has only ever received mail in my life that is management fee notices and health check-up notices, I still haven’t gotten used to it.

‘Something… … My heart feels heavy.’

If my first impression when I received a fan letter was ‘surprise’, then my next thought was gratitude.

At the same time, I felt sorry. I wondered if I deserved such pure support when I was only working for such a vulgar reason.

Even this fan letter was larger than usual.

Judging from the fact that there were a lot of stickers and phrases encouraging people to cheer up on the outside of the envelope, it seemed like many people had sent letters after the controversy over the character broke out.

I sat down in the corner and opened the letter that was delivered to me.

As always, the letters were filled with so much affection that there was no space left.

【This is my first time sending a letter to an idol.

I don’t know if you’ll read this, but I’m writing a few words in the hopes that you’ll feel my support!

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【I can’t believe this is already the fifth letter haha

While I was a Spark fan, I was always amazed at how deeply I could love something.

Even though it’s a letter with a picture of a firework drawn on it, I’m so happy and tormented because my life is full of sparks that I want to buy it and send it to you^^】

【This is Lee Wol-ah’s older sister

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The world is too harsh for our 21-year-old tuxedo Goyoung to live in, isn’t it? That’s why my older sister wants to blow up the Earth, but it’s not easy… … .

Still, let’s trust in Sparkler, the human powder keg, and cheer up a little longer. Sparkler is always on your side.

Ignore the commenters who don’t waste time or money on Spark and just look at the pretty words. Our Yiwol is an adult, so he understands what I’m trying to say, right?

I love you, who looks like a sea urchin but has a personality like a lump of dust under the closet. Wash yourself warmly, cover yourself with a clean blanket, and just sleep soundly!】

【To. Lee Wol-i

Hey, Yiwol, you’re busy filming A Wang Sil these days, right? Are you eating well?

I’ve lost my will to live since the cafeteria company changed. Why did they change companies? The only benefit of this company was that the food was delicious.

You guys are on a diet and only eat chicken breast and salad, but today I want to see you eating something delicious. I think that will make me a little happier.

Taking care of yourself is good, but sometimes you eat what you want. Isn’t that what you do to live by eating everything? I feel a thrill every time I see your jawline, but I still want you to be happy.

Don’t just tell your fans to eat a balanced diet. You should eat well too. Okay? I love Spark, who gives me amazing abs, but if Spark gets sick because he doesn’t eat well, it’s a serious crime. Keep that in mind.】

About half of the letters were kind and affectionate, and the other half were filled with determination and affection. It was hard to take my eyes off any of them.

It was only after a long time that I was able to read and organize all the fan letters.

The other guys were almost done reading their share of fan letters.

Until I started fangirling at Hanpyeong Industries, I thought they either didn’t read all the fan letters or only read a few, but these guys read every single fan letter I received without fail.

When I was busy and didn’t have time, I read letters in the car while moving, and when that didn’t work out, I used my break time.

I didn’t really have to dig into this part. Everyone read the letter on their own.

So, I wish I had shown this side of myself to the fans earlier. Why did I do that in the past?

Just when I was about to get furious, Lee Cheong-hyeon caught my attention.

“How do you all store your fan letters?”

“I put it in a box and put it under the bed… … .”

“I’m also keeping it like Joo-woo. It’s hard to take it out, so I want to move it to another place.”

There may be no other place to put them, but Park Joo-woo and Jeong Seong-bin seemed to have neatly stored them under the bed.

“I prepared a storage box. What about you guys?”

“In the bottom drawer of the closet.”

“In the carrier.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Choi Je-ho and I looked at each other. We both had eyes that said, “You’re really all sorts of people.”

What about the carrier? It’s the only thing I treasure in this place.

“Everything is good, but everyone should be careful of moisture. When the rainy season comes, mold can grow on the walls and paper.”

Jeong Seong-bin and Park Joo-woo’s faces turned pale at my words. It seemed like they hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Or, you could buy a six-drawer dresser and store everything in its own compartment. Just buy one that fits in your living room.”

“That’s good. It’s easy to see when it’s in the living room!”

Lee Cheong-hyeon clapped his hands excitedly.

When these guys get a little older, the company will change their accommodations, so I need to buy plastic dressers to make moving easier. I’ll also put a dehumidifier in each of them.

Practice that day was a little more intense than usual. Everyone had a smile on their face.

When I think about it, it’s really strange. Why did the guys who loved their fans so much that they enjoyed filming for 2 Days & 1 Night and practicing again after reading just a few fan letters disband?

It was something I couldn’t understand. Even I, whenever I receive this kind of affection, find myself looking back.