Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 547



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Episode 547

‘Oh, this is not the time to be worrying about this.’

10 minutes after closing time.

Rika wants to ask Han Gu-in to watch her dance practice because of the Korean traditional dancer Heo Su-in.

Rika thinks that the scarecrow is interested in Hanguin. She had asked him before, but the scarecrow had secretly avoided answering.

That’s practically a confession.

So, Cupid of the horizontal enter must help.

‘If you’re in the same place at the end of work, you’ll naturally end up going out together!’

If we go out together naturally, we will naturally eat together. If that happens, it will become a connection and eventually lead to love… … That’s what Rika thought.

Rika opened the office door cautiously.

Han Gu-in and Kwon Ah-in were seen. Kwon Ah-in was sitting at the desk, while Han Gu-in was standing behind her and teaching her something.

“Let’s say Director Park went on a business trip to London to discuss a European tour group. How would you calculate it if he spent $10,000 on accommodation, meals, and entertainment for two days of the trip?”

‘Director Park is total trash?!’

Who would spend 10 million won on a meeting? That’s money they would never spend unless they were staying at an incredibly expensive hotel.

Kwon Ah-in thought for a moment and then answered in a lack of confidence.

“Since it is a management expense, shouldn’t the Soviet Union deduct it from the production cost as a travel expense…?”

‘That’s the kind of system that horizontal enters are?!’

Rika was shocked and devastated. She realized that this is why pop stars have separate accountants.

When I saw on the news that idols and agencies were fighting over settlement issues, I used to not understand it, but now I definitely understand.

“no.”

Han Gu-in denied it. He began his explanation in a kind and gentle tone, without any trace of blame.

“There is a clause in the members’ contracts that sets the scale and limits of expenses used by Garo Enter (meaning expenses spent by management on behalf of the artist).”

Kwon Ah-in looked for the Girls’ League contract and found the relevant article.

“Oh, that’s true… … .”

“If you look here, it clearly states the maximum amount that each person can use for each item during a business trip. If you calculate it based on this, how much will Director Park, who used 10,000 dollars, have to pay out of pocket?”

“hmm…….”

Rika felt uncomfortable getting involved between the two. How could she interfere when they were studying so passionately and affectionately?

But Han Gu-in noticed Rika first.

“Ms. Rika? Do you have something to say?”

“to…….”

Rika glanced at Kwon Ah-in. Then Han Gu-in smiled and spoke to Kwon Ah-in.

“I’ll end it here for today. Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

“Yes, thank you for your hard work.”

Hanguin approached Rika holding a bag.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Weren’t you busy?”

“It’s okay. I was just studying as I usually do.”

“It’s private tutoring!”

“I guess you could put it that way.”

“I want you to watch my dance!”

“I mean, where did Director Park go?”

“Director Park is busy taking care of the teacher! I want Director Han to evaluate me like before! If you’re busy, you don’t have to come!”

“I will go.”

Han Gu-in looked slightly moved.

In the past, when Garo Enter was small, I spent a lot of time with the Han Gu-in members. However, as Garo Enter grew, I started to focus on my main business and had less opportunity to see them.

But I couldn’t help but be happy that Rika was the first to make this suggestion.

Rika, who was heading to the practice room with Hanguin, felt proud and thought, ‘I did it again!’ Now, if she just leaves at the right moment, Hanguin and Heo Suin will get involved on their own.

I opened the practice room door forcefully, and there were two other people besides Heo Su-in.

It was Seongpil and Joara.

“Huh? Why are Ara-chan and the director here!”

“I came to see you practice.”

“Is that so!”

I’m glad that Seongpil and my beloved Ara-chan came. Besides, even if they’re together, Rika’s plans won’t be ruined.

Hanguin and Heo Suin exchanged a brief greeting. Heo Suin’s modified hanbok looked more ornate and elegant today.

“Director Han, Director Park, my beloved Ara-chan! Everyone, take care!”

Rika took out her secret weapon from her pocket. It was a ten-thousand won fan she bought at a stationery store.

Rika opened her fan with graceful hands. Cherry blossoms were engraved on the fan.

“It’s my secret weapon!”

Rika held a fan and performed the afterimage part. She was the first afterimage, so she only danced for about 3 seconds, but it was more than enough to make people admire her.

The fan in her hand blended with the Korean dance to create a serene beauty.

After finishing her dance, Rika folded her fan and smiled arrogantly.

“What do you think?”

“Are you okay?”

“Is that all!”

When Seongpil’s evaluation was ambiguous, Rika frowned.

“Praise more! If you don’t praise, something big will happen!”

No one said anything in response.

Rika ran towards Hanguin and whispered something. Then she ran towards Seongpil again.

At that moment, Han Gu-in said.

“What is happening?”

“Atashi (I), I’m a little crooked!”

“Wow, Rika is amazing! How did you come up with this idea?”

Seongpil showered her with exaggerated praise. Rika’s shoulders rose like Mt. Fuji.

“Praise me more!”

“But I think the fan thing is a really good idea. Maybe I should add a durumagi to Rika’s outfit?”

This time it wasn’t an exaggeration.

Rika holding a fan and dancing Korean dance definitely made the atmosphere come alive. It’s only 3 seconds, but because it’s only 3 seconds, the impact is significant.

“Can you take out the fan before the afterimage enters?”

“I can do it! Atashi (I)… … .”

Rika quickly took out the toy revolver she had been keeping in her pant pocket and pointed it at Seongpil.

“Because we are one in spirit and soul!”

“Ciseri?”

It seemed that Scarecrow did not know what a siseri was. Hanguin answered him.

“He is the main character of the Japanese manga ‘Western Bullet’. In the anime, the Girls’ League members were in charge of the opening OST.”

“Oh, oh, really? B, I guess I’ll have to look.”

Heo Su-in couldn’t come to his senses because of Han Gu-in’s beauty.

Adults often say, “Are you going to live off of that person’s face?” They mean that you don’t need to have a handsome or pretty face.

But, it seems like someone who marries a Korean person can really live off of his face.

“How did you come up with the idea of ​​getting a debt? Did the choreographer recommend it to you?”

“Hehe, do you want to hear it?”

“Yeah, I want to hear it.”

“I can’t help it! When you think of traditional Korean dance, doesn’t the fan dance come to mind? That’s why I picked up a fan! Now, feel free to praise my brilliant idea!”

“It’s simpler than I thought.”

“Buchaechum is not a traditional dance.”

The scarecrow who had been unable to come to her senses suddenly changed in an instant. She spoke again with a firm expression as if she would not give an inch of concession.

“Buchaechum is not a traditional dance.”

“Uh, is that so… … ?”

It was a fact that even Seongpil, Han Guin, and Jo Ara didn’t know.

Scarecrow began to explain in a soft voice.

“The fan dance is a dance created by Choi Seung-hee. The fan dance is not a traditional dance… … It is a new dance (a transitional dance style before modernism). The audience setting is also different from traditional Korean dance. It was created for the purpose of being performed on a proscenium stage, that is, in a theater.”

“Wow, that’s amazing! Who is Choi Seung-hee? Is she still alive?”

“She’s been dead for quite some time. Oh, come to think of it, Choi Seung-hee might be related to you all. Her nickname is the Idol of the Empire.”

“Is this an idol from the past? I have some kind of attachment to it! If it’s an empire, it must be the Korean Empire!”

“It’s the Empire of Japan.”

Rika shut her mouth in an instant.

“Born during the Japanese colonial period, he became famous throughout the empire… … Yes, he was the empire’s idol.”

From earlier, Heo Su-in had no hesitation in referring to Choi Seung-hee or using descriptive language.

If the dance has been passed down to this day, it must have been a great achievement, but it was called by its name or expressed as ‘dead’.

Heo Su-in might not like that side of Choi Seung-hee.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became cold, and Hsu-in was embarrassed. And soon she realized how her words had sounded. It was thanks to the Japanese person standing in front of her, Rika.

“Oh, no, I don’t have any ill feelings towards Choi Seung-hee for being active during the Japanese colonial period! It’s just that there was someone like that, that’s what I was talking about… … .”

Scarecrow scratched his head awkwardly.

And before she could get into any more trouble, Rika intervened.

“It’s a great time now! There are many complicated issues, but it’s great that the two countries are listening to and enjoying the same music!”

Rika stopped there. That was enough to wrap up the uncomfortable topic.

Scarecrow felt fortunate that Rika accepted him so well. And he smiled with gratitude.

She held out her hand.

“Shall I show you how to dance?”

“Hi (yes)!”

Scarecrow took the fan. And she started to move with low strides, swinging the fan.

“Dance is good. It can be communicated beyond language. The ‘good’ and ‘bad’ aspects of dance can be understood even in different countries. I actually started learning dance after seeing traditional Japanese dance.”

The scarecrow’s dance had few modern features.

Idol dance has been greatly influenced by the West. And Western dance has developed with a focus on overcoming physical limitations.

In comparison, Scarecrow’s dance was so leisurely that it made me think that anyone could do it if they put their mind to it.

“I thought, ‘That’s cool.’ So I thought, ‘What’s our country’s?’ I got into it. But, it was really hard at first. There’s no standardized standard for Korean traditional dance. You have to keep it ‘cool.’”

32 consecutive fouetés.

Split your legs 180 degrees.

Stand upside down with your feet on the ground and cross your legs.

They say that you should express your joys and sorrows with just a gesture of your hand or foot, without any flashy techniques. They say that there should be flashiness in stillness. They say that above all, you should be ‘cool.’

Traditional dance focuses on emotion and expression. Since there are no clear standards, it requires more than just achieving a certain technique.

“But as I continued to do it, somehow it became ‘cool.’ Then I realized, ‘Ah, this is similar to the Japanese dance I saw when I was young.’ Why, Noh and Kabuki are plays, right? The emotions of the characters are included in the dance. The dance I’m learning is also about emotions, and… … .”

The scarecrow was slow.

Something fills that slowness.

It’s the atmosphere.

The scent of humanity seemed to fill the space between movements.

Soon, the scarecrow folded his fan and leaned forward. It was like a drop of water falling into a pond where the moon was reflected.

After finishing her dance, she stood up straight, holding her folded fan.

“I met many choreographers through recent projects and I got to know them clearly. Dance has the same roots. Let’s create a good era together.”

Scarecrow handed the fan to Rika.

“Through dance. Just like Choi Seung-hee studied under dancer Baku Ishii, and just like Korean idols are influencing Japanese idols these days.”

I hope that through dance, art, and culture, we can create a world where people understand and care for each other better.

Rika took the debt from her again and danced like a possessed scarecrow.

She looked in the mirror and said to the scarecrow.

“Please teach me that!”

“Huh? You just did it out of the blue?”

“Still! It was awesome! Director Park, Director Han, right?”

Seongpil and Han Guin agreed.

Scarecrow nodded his head in embarrassment.

“I feel embarrassed when idols tell me I’m cool.”

The shy scarecrow simply taught Rika how to dance.

Rika couldn’t seem to pull off the same aura as the scarecrow, but she was quick to follow the movements. Her shoulders were tense.

“Can I go around telling my sister that I bought it?”

“Rika, didn’t you ‘get caught’?”

“‘Sasahadda’ is the correct expression. Because the word ‘Sasa’ itself includes the meaning of receiving instruction.”

“Really? This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“The director knows less Korean than Atashi (me)!”

“Until the death… … .”

Scarecrow seemed to feel burdened by the word. However, when he saw Rika’s sparkling eyes, he quickly let out a playful tone.

Scarecrow lightly patted Rika’s shoulders with his fan.

“Get down.”

“Hi (yes)!”

Rika was so excited that she started dancing again, holding her fan.

When I saw it, Seongpil’s intuition as a producer spoke out.

Rika’s dance will get a response. People, the public, the market will respond.

Seongpil has already been floating around iTube, Clark, and the community with Rika. Rika, holding a flower fan and shining faintly yet brightly like the moon reflected on a pond… … .

‘I’ll have to film it separately later.’

It’s time for Scarecrow to return.

Rika glanced at Hanguin.

“Director Han, aren’t you going home from work?”

“I still have work to do.”

Rika was disappointed.

In the end, I had to go back alone.

I’m sure you’ll succeed next time.

“however.”

Joara spoke in a tone of admiration, as if she was amazed.

“The choreographer said earlier that the roots of dance are the same. I also felt this while working on this project, that there is a feeling that dance shares? A technique or something. It’s amazing. I’m not the only one who feels that way.”

“Collective unconsciousness.”

A Korean person said.

“Isn’t that right?”

“What is the collective unconscious? Please explain it in terms we can understand.”

“… … Ara-ssi, did I offend you?”

“I just find it fun to tease doctors. Keep talking.”

“Ahem, does Ara-ssi take after her parents? In habits or behavior.”

“They must look alike, since they’re my parents. We lived together for over ten years.”

“Then wouldn’t Ara’s parents resemble her grandfather and grandmother?”

“Well… I guess so.”

“Then I guess we can find some of your grandfather and grandmother’s habits in Ara-ssi too. If she takes after her parents.”

If you go up to the end of the branch, you will find the original form of humanity. And all humanity preserves the thought system and behavioral principles that were passed down from that original form.

The unconsciousness shared by all humanity or groups is the collective unconsciousness.

“I would say that mythology is the best example of this archetype. Doesn’t the myth of Izanami and Izanagi resemble the Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice?”

Both are stories about a husband who goes to the afterlife to rescue his wife, but breaks the rules of the afterlife and fails to get her back. Even if it is a coincidence, the narrative structure is surprisingly similar.

Or the great flood myths that are spread all over the world fit this example.

Myths and religions are the most direct sources of information showing the way of thinking of mankind that has been passed down from the past.

As such, similar stories and myths are often found across the world despite the vast geographical distances between them.

“Isn’t there something like that in dance too? If you look for the roots of all dance, you’ll eventually reach one.”

“Oh, that sounds good. But it’s so grandiose that it doesn’t make any sense.”

“You said you sympathized just now… … .”

“I’m joking. It’s funny because I think it’s not just a coincidence, there’s a reason for it.”

“I’m glad it helped.”

The Korean man disappeared to finish the work he had left behind.

“Sir, do you not have to go?”

“Me? I have to go.”

“To see the teacher?”

“That too.”

Joara looked at the room next door where Baek Seol-ha was practicing. Although she couldn’t see it because of the wall, she must still be sweating and working hard.

“Sir, can you do it? There’s only a month and a little left. There’s only a little less time left than the time I waited for Hayang unnie when she debuted.”

“Are you suggesting we change it?”

“Rather than saying that… … .”

“You can do it. No, you can do it.”

Joara deliberately avoided seeing Baek Seol-ha except during joint training sessions because she was worried she would become anxious.

She is the producer of this project. Being in that situation made me realize how hard Sungpil is going through.

Being a producer is a position that puts a lot of mental pressure on you. You can’t just do well yourself. You have to always be mindful of the progress of your members and staff.

“You still don’t believe Seol-ha?”

“… … If you ask me that, what should I say?”

Of course you have to believe it.

Seongpil patted her on the back to tell her not to worry.

“Trust the leader. Why don’t you go see him now?”

“Okay. We’ll see when we practice together soon. Why?”

At least I’ll be able to feel at ease if Snow White’s completion is guaranteed within this week.

Seongpil fully understood Joara’s worries.

“Sir, are you still here today?”

“Oh. Because I promised Seol-ha.”

“After we finish, if you’re sleeping, should I wake you up?”

“I won’t sleep this time. I was so tired last time that I just slept. But still, if you’re sleeping, wake me up. I have to take you guys.”

“If you fall asleep again, I’ll touch you here and there until you wake up!”

“Rika, you really need to get a disciplinary action.”

* * *

“mister!”

Seongpil heard Jo Ara’s voice in his daze. He lifted his heavy eyelids and saw Jo Ara’s face, which was almost right in front of him.

‘What is this? Is this a dream?’

Fatigue filled every corner of my brain.

Seongpil moved his hands in a trembling manner.

“What is it, Araya… … ?”

Like someone groping a lover’s face in the dark, Sungpil groped Joara in front of him in a daze. He gently placed his hand on her cheek and moved his thumb.

Soft and sticky.

Sticky… …?

“uh?”

It’s sweat.

And this is the smell of sweat.

Seongpil opened his eyes wide. Then, Jo Ara, who was looking at him with contempt, appeared clearly in his field of vision.

But Joara soon raised the corners of her mouth.

“What are you touching so naturally?”

“Uh, uh… … ?”

Seongpil was so shocked that he kept touching Joara’s cheek. His fingers kept moving too.

Then I slowly took my hand away and looked at it. It was covered in sweat.

He rubbed the blanket he had been sleeping under to cover himself with sweat.

“No, sir. You touched me first and made me feel bad. Get up!”

Joara took off Seongpil’s blanket and helped him up. Only then did Seongpil fully come to his senses.

However, Seongpil’s old and withered body could not keep up with his mind. He barely managed to raise his upper body from the sofa and wash his face dry.

“Araya, uh, uh, I’m sorry, I’m not in my right mind right now… … .”

“Are you rubbing my sweat on your face right now?!”

“AAAAAHHHH!”

Seongpil also realized his mistake and screamed.

After a while, Joara brought Sungpil, who had come to his senses, to the practice room.

Rika, with tired eyes, greeted Seongpil.

“Director Park, you smell like Ara-chan. I told you I was going to be late, so did you roll around with me…?”

“What’s wrong with Rika? You seem strangely weak. Your jokes aren’t funny either.”

“Look at the time!”

Time, 5:38.

Seongpil was startled.

“You, you guys, have you been practicing until now? Why? No, more importantly, how am I going to get home? Ah, I need to shower! If I leave now, will the car get stuck? Oh, what should I do…?”

“That’s not the point! It’s finished!”

“completion?”

Rika pointed to one side of the practice room.

Baek Seol-ha was sitting cross-legged with her back turned. Perhaps because of the cold weather, the sweat on her body was unable to overcome her body temperature and was rippling as vapor.

It is a solemnity like that of a Taoist.

Seongpil didn’t even dare call her.

“Are you here?”

Baek Seol-ha got up from her sitting position, stretching out only her legs. Then she looked at Seong-pil with sharp eyes.

Is it because you couldn’t sleep? You look like a completely different person.

“But, you finished it? The choreography?”

Even up until 1:21 AM, the last time Sungpil could remember, Baekseolha had many shortcomings.

But in just a few hours?

Seongpil thought that Rika was exaggerating.

“I’ll show you.”

And it only took three minutes for that thought to change. Snow White was truly complete. She was complete.

“ah…….”

A dance far more beautiful and elaborate than anything I had seen on the resort beach that day.

Seongpil was entranced by its beauty.

Baek Seol-ha smiled with satisfaction at Seong-pil’s reaction.

“I told you I could do it, didn’t I? I paid the price for trusting me, sir. Oh, was that a reward for you, sir?”

“How in just a few hours… … No. It’s difficult, it’s difficult.”

“Director… … .”

The two embraced lightly, drenched in fatigue and sleep, with a great sense of accomplishment.

“It’s great… … .”

“Yes, I did it, finally… … .”

Seongpil, who had pulled away after the hug, felt stickiness in his hand again. This time, he didn’t commit the rudeness of looking at his palm like he did when Jo Ara was with him.

‘I can see how you did it.’

If you practice like this for several days in a row, the effort will be rewarded.

Did you practice so hard that you were drenched in sweat on this cold day? I want to pay tribute to Baek Seol-ha’s efforts.

It was just like seeing Jang Ha-yang from the past.

“Director, why do you keep fiddling with your hands! Do you have something on your hands?”

“Yes, Team Leader, it was exactly like Rica an hour ago.”

“Eeeeek?!”

“What did Rika do?”

“I did a challenge to touch the team leader without waking him up.”

“It’s a mother ship!”

“Haha, really?”

“Do you believe me? Did you see A-reum? The director and Atashi (me) are bound by a bond of iron! Because we are Silvertown mates!”

[Disciplinary Suggestion]

[Case: Sexual Harassment]

[Suggestion date: 20XX.XX.XX]

[Disciplinary action and demands: salary reduction, prohibition of access]

[Person subject to disciplinary action

Affiliation: Girls’ League

Title: Member

Name: Ishikawa Rika]

“Sonna (that kind of)!”

“Okay, all four of you have worked really hard.”

“Did you completely erase me from your memory?! This is too much!”

Rika tried to massage Seongpil’s back as if she was whining, but she couldn’t.

This is because Jang Ha-yang strictly enforced Rika’s disciplinary measures. She held Rika back and prevented her from approaching Seong-pil.

“Especially Seol-ha. Thank you for your efforts.”

“No. It’s something that has to be done.”

“Okay, then finally… … .”

Seongpil looked at each member.

Except for Rika.

“This is really a false accusation! It’s so unfair!”

“okay?”

[Office CCTV]

[Rika sits down at Sungpil’s bedside and pokes his face here and there with her index finger. Jang Ha-yang and Jo A-ra are watching from the side. Shin A-reum runs in and chases the three away.]

“Rika, you are not allowed to talk to me for an hour.”

“Why, why, why!”

Seongpil cleared his throat and brought the atmosphere back to normal.

“The comeback is finally upon us. The remaining time is like sharpening a knife. Let’s change the world on the first stage. Let’s make everyone’s mouths open in amazement.”

Seongpil looked at Joara with a secretive atmosphere.

“What?”

“Let’s change the world. Like Michael Jackson and Madonna.”

“I still remember that.”

“Remember. It was the goal that Producer Ara suggested.”

Joara smiled shyly.

“Then shall we go after a long time?”

Seongpil and the members joined hands.

And shouted.

“fight!”

“liberation!”

“girl!”

“Alliance!”

“victory!”

Everyone raised their hands together.

“Performance of the Year Award!”

Girls’ League, until the comeback… … .

* * *

Kim Chae-hyun stood in front of the school gate, spitting out white breath. The area in front of the gate was crowded with students from each school who had come out to cheer on the students taking the college entrance exam.

Kim Chae-hyun put her hands in her long padded jacket pockets and slowly stepped into the school. The weight of the various notebooks and lunch boxes in her bag was not felt today.

My heart is pounding.

‘I can do it.’

Kim Chae-hyun closed her eyes tightly.

‘Just do as you’ve been doing.’

High school senior, Chaehyun Kim, on the day of the college entrance exam.

She went into her assigned classroom holding her exam ticket. Then, she looked at her notes and calmed her mind and body.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes to look at the notes. By this time, I had read them hundreds of times, and I could even remember where everything was written in the notes.

‘The goal is to be in the top 6%. If you get there, you’re safe. You can do it. You’ve achieved that score many times in mock exams. You can do it. I can do it.’

The bell rang to start the exam.

Kim Chae-hyun prayed quietly, holding a computer marker and a ballpoint pen. She received the test paper and opened it.

1st period Korean language area, start.

‘be easy.’

Numbers 1 through 15 are easier to solve than a flowing river.

It was a problem that I had to eat anyway.

Finally, enter non-literature.

‘This is my fight. I have to win.’

By winning here, you can advance to the performing arts department of your target school and get a job in the entertainment industry.

That is Kim Chae-hyun’s dream.

‘I can win.’

This is the staircase to dreams.

‘I can win.’

Step one.

‘I can win.’

For this day, I woke up at 5 every day and went to bed at 1.

‘I can win.’

I’ve been trying to vomit blood.

‘I can win… … .’

Effort.

‘I can win… … .

I’ve been trying hard…

“… … .”

Non-fiction.

The problem is, the fingerprints are not readable.

No matter how many times I reread it, I still don’t understand it.

‘what’s this?’

Orbit of a planet? Period? Comets? Angle? Speed?

What the heck is this… … .

‘Wh, what’s written there? Is it Korean? Is this the Korean language section?’

Kim Chae-hyun read the text over and over again.

The more I read, the hotter my eyes become.

Tears well up in my eyes.

My heart is pounding.

‘It’s hard, woah… … ‘

Kim Chae-hyun drew lines over the fingerprints with trembling hands. But she didn’t understand.

Kim Chae-hyun closed her eyes tightly.

‘Why, why is it like this… … .’

A small drop ran down her cheek.

* * *

Kim Chae-hyun put her hands in her long padded jacket pockets and walked out the school gate.

I turned off all my friends’ notifications. I’m not in the mood to play. I have to go home and grade first.

She walked and walked with her soulless eyes. Then her phone rang. She must have turned off all the notifications.

[Sister, I have the CSAT today ㅠㅠ. I’m so nervous, but I’ll do my best thinking of you and the Soviets. I’ll overcome hardships and grow like the Soviets! You already cheered me on in the CSAT cheering video, but please cheer me on! It’s okay, even if it’s only in my heart :)]

DM sent to Jang Ha-yang’s personal Stargraph account early yesterday morning.

[The college entrance exam must be over by now.]

A reply came.

[You worked really hard. I remember Chae Hyun. You came to our first fan meeting, right? I’m glad you gained courage after seeing us. I hope you have good results. I’ve always received support, but I feel good to be supported like this. Our Chae Hyun, our beloved people, you worked so hard. Eat something delicious and get some rest today.]

“… … .”

Kim Chae-hyun read it blankly over and over again.

And then, the alarm went off again.

Girls’ League’s iTube channel.

The official comeback teaser video for Girls’ League has been uploaded.

“haha…….”

Kim Chae-hyun burst into a weak laugh.

“I know you… … .”

It’s the perfect timing.

Kim Chae-hyun stood still, holding her phone with both hands, and sobbed. Those who had just finished their college entrance exams only glanced at Kim Chae-hyun and passed by as if nothing had happened.

Soon, thin raindrops began to fall from the cloudy sky.

Girls’ League, 3 weeks until comeback.

Comeback promotion begins.