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Episode 567

“Do you know what the Red and White Song Battle is?”

Long ago, when Girls’ League had just debuted, Sungpil once asked the members this question.

“Of course I know!”

Only Rika answered like that. The other members just blinked as if wondering what that meant.

Rika was so shocked that she even stammered.

“It’s a music program that only popular people in Japan can appear on.”

Seongpil paused for a moment, then smiled. Then he carefully opened his mouth.

“I hope you guys can go out someday too.”

The reason Sungpil was cautious was probably because he didn’t want to burden the members.

“Is this a Japanese program? How do we get there?”

Joara was like usual. She had a habit of refuting whatever Seongpil said.

If it were the usual Seongpil, he would have looked at Jo Ara like a child, but this time he didn’t.

He hummed with a sheepish smile.

“yes…….”

It was a bitter answer.

When Jo Ara saw that, she was embarrassed and even tried to comfort Seong Pil.

The members of the Girls’ League were all recalling that time together, even though they weren’t talking in unison.

It was just before I went up on the Kohaku Uta Gassen stage.

And then the members recalled another memory. Each had a different memory.

* * *

Middle school student.

Rika hates studying.

I don’t know why we learn this.

I’m not interested at all.

The more this happened, the more her father treated Rika harshly. He sent her to all kinds of academies and forced her to study.

There is an escape route that Rika found then.

‘This is so much fun!’

It was a Korean wave drama.

After finishing school, Rika returned home exhausted. Then, she turned on the Korean TV channels and watched every drama that came on.

After a few months, she was able to hear Korean. She was even able to speak it.

She wanted to show off her Korean skills to her few friends. The first Korean word she spoke was this.

“I am the queen of this country!”

Since it was a historical drama boom at the time, Rika ended up memorizing a lot of Korean conversation and completely useless lines.

Korean dramas and movies were Rika’s liberation zone.

Aside from that, her grades didn’t improve much. She still wasn’t interested in studying.

I became estranged from my parents during puberty.

I wanted to talk to my father, a teacher, about something related to the club. I endured the awkwardness and went into my father’s room.

There was a book on the desk and the stand was on.

‘Hey, the teacher studies too.’

Rika approached the desk, wondering what the teacher was studying.

It was probably something to do with education.

And the sentence she saw there changed Rika’s life forever.

‘Critical theory of the educational system. … … This educational system does not make humans into subjects, but reduces them to objects that adapt to given reality. The educational system, as an ideological state apparatus, plays an oppressive role in homogenizing the people in order to maintain the state.’

It felt like I’d been hit in the head.

‘okay!’

School is a prison!

It’s a prison that kills individuality!

This is where people are created, not humans!

So we have to escape!

In fact, it was just a trigger. Rika must have had this wish for some reason. But this time, the trigger was just a few lines of pedagogical writing.

Rika decided to become a Korean Wave actress.

I started learning Korean in earnest.

I picked out the script and practiced my acting.

I tried my best to learn on my own. Hope without preparation is no different from powerless justice.

I have to convince my parents.

“No!”

Of course, my father was strongly opposed to it.

Then Rika moved on to phase 2.

She ran out into the yard and cried like a baby. Her parents thought Rika would stop soon, but the crying continued for 18 hours.

Eventually, her father told Rika to come in.

and.

“Try it.”

The look on my father’s face as he spoke was absolutely not good. He looked like someone whose intestines were about to be torn apart.

It was painful to see Ricardo’s father’s face like that.

Because from now on, she had to live alone in a faraway foreign country without any support.

“I’ll go.”

But Rika left for Korea.

I decided to stand alone in the wilderness.

“I’ll definitely be on TV, so watch out.”

So Rika began her lonely journey.

If someone saw it, they would say I was crazy or not in my right mind.

But Rika was born that way. She was born with a natural instinct to crave everyone’s attention and light.

If she had been born about 1,000 years ago, she would have learned some housework, met a suitable farmer, married him, had children, become the wife of a suitable farmer, and then hanged herself.

“Then really, I’ll go.”

Leaving her parents’ tears and worries behind, Rika moved forward into a future where she could not see even an inch ahead.

It wasn’t easy.

For six months, I went from audition to audition, only experiencing bitter frustration and failure.

Then I met a man.

“You’d be better off being an idol.”

He said so.

And from the day I met him again, every moment, every hour, every day, and every season was a festival.

* * *

I hated the house called Joara.

When I go home, my parents look at me with disapproving eyes. And they keep sighing.

So Joara got home as late as possible.

I danced at the academy until the moon passed my head. I went home and lay down in bed only when my parents were asleep.

“It’s because you look like this that the kid acts like that!”

My parents sometimes fought over Joara.

It was their first time having and raising a child. It must have been confusing because it was their first time.

It must have been so confusing for a child who was so precious to you that you wouldn’t mind putting him in your eye, to neglect his studies and go out dancing.

“Araya, how long are you going to be like this? Huh?”

They threatened to cut off the tuition, yelled at the students to stop, or tried to persuade them, and when that didn’t work, the parents begged them.

“Why on earth… … .”

Joara didn’t care at all when she saw her parents crying.

It wasn’t like this from the beginning.

Her mind, for which home was a bed of thorns rather than a resting place, became armor.

I grew up to be a person who only cared about myself and was unable to empathize with others.

Joara has seen her parents get angry, yell, and things like that too much. She has seen it so much since she was very young that she has no feelings for them anymore.

She answered curtly.

“It’s fun.”

Dancing is fun.

Her soul is opened only through dance.

“Dancing is fun.”

“You, you… … .”

Mother’s lips trembled.

“You see your mom crying, don’t you care?”

So, what if the mother doesn’t think anything of her daughter’s obsession with dancing for years?

Dancing is fun.

But that’s not all.

Dancing is my everything.

Me, who cannot be exchanged for anything… … .

“get out-!”

Joara left the house.

I was planning on going out anyway.

I had to do a dance performance as volunteer work at a daycare center.

After finishing the performance, I went to the academy.

The outfits I’m going to wear with my sisters for the dance competition this month. I haven’t finished sewing them yet.

Joara sat alone in the practice room and sewed.

At that moment, the practice room door opened. I thought it was my sisters. But when I turned around, there was a man there.

“I, I, I am this kind of person.”

The business card he gave me said ‘Garo Entertainment’. He told me to try becoming an idol trainee.

I think I said something like this back then.

“No need. Go out.”

However, after many twists and turns, she decided to become a trainee.

I told my parents.

“……okay.”

The parents sighed.

That would be better.

My parents signed the contract coolly.

“Try it, anything, try it… … .”

Finally, my parents gave up.

There was no cheering.

Joara accepted the contract and went to the company. Then she submitted it to the company.

She made up her mind.

‘I can do it.’

Joara’s mission.

I will clearly tell those who created her, her parents, that they are wrong.

Enough to make my parents ashamed of their past selves.

‘You will succeed.’

It is painful to see your parents angry and sad, even if it is just a little bit.

But she wasn’t born to live the way her parents wanted her to live, to live a life that would make them happy.

I was born as me.

I live to become who I am.

* * *

Jang Ha-yang recalls the past.

It’s blurry.

Should I call it a memory? When I recall it, an unpleasant sensation engulfs my entire body.

A body that is exhausted from walking to work. Numb legs. Humid air. Hot sunlight.

summer.

For her, the past is summer.

It’s an unpleasant season.

“You really.”

If you go back in time, what you hear are your parents’ voices.

“From one to ten.”

Like the noise from a nearby construction site that suddenly becomes bothersome while you’re napping.

“It’s useless.”

A feeling of discomfort spreads throughout my body.

The world is a jungle. It’s a game where there is a clear distinction between winning and losing. That’s what people say.

Jang Ha-yang also agrees.

And Jang Ha-yang has not won a single game in that game. And yet, he has been longing for the light.

‘I’ll get out of here someday.’

Although she lived at the bottom of the world, feeding on despair, she never doubted that the light would come someday.

That was the purpose of the performance.

It was an effort to chase the light.

But even that couldn’t be done.

“I spent so much money raising you, and you’re worried about a few million won? As a child, you should think about paying back your debt to your parents, tsk.”

Even the money to go to school was taken away by my parents.

It’s the bottom of the abyss.

There is no light whatsoever.

It’s hot, humid, sweaty and uncomfortable here, and I don’t feel like I’ll ever get out.

Then I met a man.

“Please give up your dream.”

And Jang Ha-yang quit acting.

I decided to become an idol.

It was one of those defeats that had become so natural to Jang Ha-yang. At the same time, it was also the first victory of his life.

I asked him.

What is your dream?

“The best idol.”

Jang Ha-yang decided to become the best idol.

I decided to live only for that.

Summer isn’t so unpleasant anymore.

All I can feel is pure white light.

* * *

“Oh, what do you do that makes you happy? Like, when you do this, you’re really happy.”

does not exist.

Shin Areum doesn’t have that.

I feel like I’m dying every day.

“It’s going to happen now.”

The man asked Shin A-reum to become a trainee and said he would find something that would make her happy.

It really was.

My life as a trainee was happy.

Because he’s here.

“I’m going out here.”

He says he will leave the company.

“You come too.”

He recommended it.

Shin A-reum shook her head.

The feelings she has for him are not normal. She cannot depend on him forever, even though he is not her blood relative.

He will also become annoyed the longer this relationship goes on.

The man had a sad face, but he accepted Shin A-reum’s decision. Shin A-reum’s debut was almost confirmed.

Maybe he felt betrayed.

“okay.”

The man said.

Shin A-reum didn’t want to cry.

I don’t want to see him.

It’s okay.

It’s not okay.

I miss you.

I want to cry.

After being eliminated from the debut group, Shin A-reum called him and asked him to take her to her company.

He set a condition.

“First, obey my words absolutely.”

Yes, anything.

“Second.”

He said with a smile.

“Promise me you’ll become the best idol. You’ll try your best.”

Yes, definitely.

But that’s it.

“It was something we promised a long time ago.”

“Still, again.”

Shin Areum promised.

She has always wanted to be the best idol. She will definitely get there by piling up endless victories.

The members were reluctant to tell others that they would become the ‘best idols’.

However, Shin A-reum went around saying without hesitation, “My goal is to be the best.” I will beat all the groups, win the grand prize, and become the best.

Fellow idols and staff members who heard that laughed. They were probably laughing at him.

Feel free to laugh.

Being laughed at doesn’t make your dreams go away.

Because it’s not embarrassing to be laughed at.

What might be a funny thing to others, to Shin A-reum, is the most important and most serious thing in the world.

There is no need to worry about those who laugh at his dreams or his dreams.

The only thing Shin A-reum needs to worry about is.

“Good job, Arum.”

That’s just a dream.

* * *

My cheeks are cold.

Snow White wiped her cheek with a trembling hand. Then she turned her head back to face the front.

The mother was looking at Baek Seol-ha with anger and also confusion.

My mother reached out her hand this way.

“Seo, Seolha… … .”

And he stroked Snow White’s cheek.

My mother cried.

“I want you to be happy. I really want you to be happy, so can we stop now?”

I told my family that I wanted to become a trainee again.

So I guess I’ll go into my room now.

Then I got slapped in the face.

“Seol-ha, Seol-ha, you’ve had it hard enough. You’ve failed and cried every day. But why are you here again… ?”

Are you about to take the hard road?

“I can’t stand seeing Mom. I can’t stand seeing you like that, struggling and being disappointed. I want you to be happy, but what should I do…?”

The mother fell to her knees and sobbed.

“I left you alone because I wanted you to be happy. I sent you to an academy, helped you live as a trainee, and cheered you on after you became an idol, but… … I wanted you to be happy… … .”

All that came back was despair.

Snow White failed as an idol once.

But then he says he wants to become an idol again.

He said he would start over as a trainee at the age of 21.

The kneeling mother looked up at Baekseolha.

“If the things you do to be happy will obviously lead to suffering later, what should I do? What should I do with you, Seol-ha?”

Snow White looked blankly down at her mother.

After her idol failed, Baek Seol-ha lived for a month without eating or drinking.

Her tears were the only proof that she was alive.

And his mother shed more tears and bore more sorrow.

That’s about to happen again.

“Seolha!”

Snow White turned around and went to her room.

I took out my carrier and haphazardly filled it with clothes. Then I roughly zipped it up and left the house.

“Snow White, Snow White! Snow White!”

Leaving her mother’s screams behind, Baekseol left the house. The cold wind pierced through her thin clothing and struck her skin.

Mother is right.

The chances of failure are much higher.

Snow White might fall into sorrow again.

But there is something more painful than that.

It’s spending time with regrets.

I don’t want to live the rest of my life with the regret of ‘I should’ve tried it again that time.’

‘Are you sure? Are you sure you’ll succeed?’

Baek Seol-ha asked herself.

The answer came quickly.

‘doesn’t exist.’

Still, we move forward.

This is unconditional faith.

There is only belief, without any basis.

That’s enough.

* * *

“Do you know what the Red and White Song Battle is?”

Snow White said.

It was just before going on stage.

When they heard that, the members burst into laughter.

It was because I remembered something Seongpil had said in the past.

“Isn’t this the Japanese version of Song Festival?”

Joara said playfully.

The members just laughed.

No one bothered to tackle her.

“Hahaha, I didn’t know we would grow this big.”

“What? You didn’t trust the team leader?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t think it would get to this point so quickly.”

Jang Ha-yang held Shin A-reum’s hand tightly.

“What’s going on? Are you shaking, Sister?”

“You too.”

“Of course I’m nervous. It’s such a big stage.”

“If only everyone was gone.”

Then Rika spoke in a blank tone.

“If everyone hadn’t been there, if I had been alone, I wouldn’t have been able to come.”

“That’s… … .”

Joara smiled brightly.

“This is so new.”

[Next is the K-pop idol group making their first appearance on the Kohaku Uta Gassen!]

The door opened.

I see stairs. And the stage, and beyond that, the audience and the cameras.

A dozen cameras cover the Girls’ League.

50 million eyes.

[This is the Girls’ League!]

Snow White took a step forward.

I came down the stairs and stood on the stage.

It is the most-watched stage in Japan. No, it may be the most-watched stage in the world.

It was such a huge stage that it made me think that I would never be able to stand on a stage of this scale again.

The Girls’ League moves to the center of the stage. They stand at the very front, leaving behind the numerous singers and entertainers who had come before them.

Snow White looked left and right.

On the left were Jang Ha-yang and Shin A-reum, and on the right were Rika and Jo A-ra.

“Two, three.”

Bowing down to 50 million people.

“Hello! Our Federation.”

Straighten your back and look straight into the camera’s eyes.

“This is the Girls’ League!”

Cheers and applause return.

Beyond that camera, hundreds of thousands of people will be watching. And there will be those who have heard the songs of the Girls’ League, those who have only heard the name of the Girls’ League, and those who have no idea about the Girls’ League at all.

That’s 50 million people.

A number equal to the population of South Korea watches the Girls’ League.

The lights are bright. Snow White looked up at the lights shining down from above. It was refreshing, like sunlight shining through winter.

‘Mom, are you watching?’

Snow White smiled.

‘I’m standing on such a big stage.’

* * *

The Girls’ League’s songs flow leisurely through the night sky of Japan.

The voice of the Girls’ League echoes from every home.

Girls’ League’s ‘Apple Crush’ Japanese version album.

Total sales this year: 610,000 copies.

Certified as a ‘double platinum album’ by the Recording Industry Association of Japan.

4th place on this year’s Oricon TOP 100 album chart.

The highest ranking of any K-pop girl group in history.

Girls’ League, conquering Japan.

* * *

[Kafu Seiko www(Japan’s lol) cute wwwwwww]

Seiko was frustrated and despairing as she watched the videos popping up one after another on ‘Clark’.

The dance, or rather the shameful act, she showed off during the dance battle with the Girls’ League quickly spread all over social media.

In the video, Seiko showed off a desperate dance.

Arms held tightly to the chest, hands bent forward like a cat, and body swayed from side to side to the beat.

His face and shoulders turn red, he closes his eyes tightly and just shakes his body.

If Seiko had expressed the emotion of shame in the language of dance, it would have been a great success.

[It seems like debuting as an idol would be more popular wwwwwwww]

[This is not the cuteness of a 30-year-old]

[Not the best singer in Reiwa, but the best idol in Reiwa www]

[It was a good match against the Girls’ League]

[Please join AKH48. I will definitely vote for you in the general election. I have already ordered your album.]

[Seiko, is she a god? Seiko, is she a god? Seiko, is she a god?]

[Is this Gahu? What is the Gahu I knew?]

“Seiko-chan is amazing! She’s taken over SNS! Even Twitter’s trending topics are all about Seiko-chan! This year’s Kōhaku Uta Gassen was all about Seiko-chan!”

Misato shouted excitedly.

Seiko wanted to die.

It’s not that I really want to die, it’s just that I’m embarrassed.

“… … This is not the time.”

Seiko put her hand into her pocket and checked to see if her concert ticket was still there.

“Misato, I’ll go see Director Paku.”

Now the Girls’ League has finished all its work in Japan. It will return to Korea tomorrow or the day after.

Then you lose the opportunity.

Seongpil is stuck to the Girls’ League like a piece of gum. Since the Girls’ League will be busy today, there will be a chance to approach Seongpil.

Seiko stepped into the hallway.

All kinds of singers and entertainers paid their respects and greetings to her. Seiko responded to all of this roughly and headed to the Girls’ League’s waiting room.

The door to the Girls’ League’s waiting room was open.

Seiko poked her head toward the door.

‘There is no director Paku.’

The Girls’ League was surrounded by staff and talents from Webex, listening to all kinds of good words.

Seiko quickly passed the door.

‘Where is Director Paku?’

Seiko looked around the hallway.

And then I found Seongpil with his back turned far away.

Seiko’s heart was pounding.

He ran towards Seongpil.

“Paku Isa!”

Seiko called him. Then he looked back at Seiko in surprise.

“Just a minute… … No?”

Seongpil’s eyes were red.

As soon as he saw Seiko, he quickly rubbed his eyes with his hand and smiled.

“Yes, Seiko.”

“… … .”

Seongpil cried.

Seiko’s heart naturally became heavy.

“No, that’s… … .”

The mood doesn’t seem good.

But I can’t just not bring it up.

I wanted to ask him out when he was in a good mood. But now that it’s come to this, I have no choice but to ask him out on a date, even though I’m prepared for failure.

Seiko took out a crumpled ticket from her pocket. It seemed that she had unconsciously held the ticket tightly due to nervousness.

“Pah, Paku Isa, geuh… … .”

Seiko said with her eyes tightly shut.

“Come see the show with me!”

It was a coercive operation.

Seiko blamed herself for being stupid.

When Seongpil was in a good mood, it wouldn’t be enough to give him nice words of advice. But in a situation where it was clear that he was crying, I spoke to him in a forceful tone.

Seiko could guess why he was crying.

‘I won… … .’

The Red Team’s #20 Girls’ League lost to the White Team’s #20 Seiko.

It was a natural progression.

No matter how successful Girls’ League is in Japan, that’s only limited to K-pop groups.

Seiko is the national singer of Japan, far ahead of the Girls’ League. She is bound to win overwhelmingly in the viewer vote, which is likely to be a handful of K-pop fans.

That is, Seiko was the cause of Sungpil’s luck. But that cause was the one who asked him out on a date.

‘There’s no way… … .’

Seiko was already on the verge of tears at the thought of being rejected. She felt abandoned by the world…

“yes.”

Seongpil answered.

Seiko opened her closed eyes.

Seongpil was smiling brightly, a smile I had never seen before.

“Yes, of course.”

“……to?”

Seiko, successful date request.

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