Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 572



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Episode 572

“But, let’s eat first.”

Jang Ha-yang, who was trying to contact Seong-pil right away.

She hesitated at Tomoe’s suggestion.

It wasn’t because I was hungry.

It was purely because I didn’t have the courage to contact Seongpil first. I knew I had to contact him, but I wanted to postpone that moment as much as possible.

“Yeah, Bob, I understand.”

The place where Tomoe lived was a shabby townhouse.

The open staircase leading to the second floor creaked unpleasantly with each step.

At the end of the second floor hallway was Tomoe’s house.

She opened the door with her key.

The living room was clearly visible from the entrance. Through the living room window, a shabby street, no different from this townhouse, was visible.

Compared to the downtown area of ​​Tokyo where Webex was located, this place was so old that it was hard to believe it was Tokyo.

“It’s pretty expensive here.”

Tomoe read Jang Ha-yang’s gaze and made an excuse that wasn’t an excuse.

“Yeah, I know. Korea is similar.”

To rent this type of home in Seoul, you would need tens of millions of won.

The situation in Tokyo is probably no different from that of Seoul. As Tomoe said, this house is definitely very expensive.

They say the population of the Korean metropolitan area is 20 million.

The population of the area that can be called the Tokyo metropolitan area, or the Tokyo metropolitan area, is 50 million.

The number of people who cannot afford Tokyo’s murderous rents and have scattered to the surrounding areas is 50 million.

“Excuse me.”

Jang Ha-yang took off her shoes and stepped into the room.

“… … .”

The smell of cigarettes was thick throughout the house. However, Jang Ha-yang walked without showing it. It was just the smell of cigarettes, because she had gotten used to it thanks to Seong-pil in the past.

As I walked, I looked toward the open door and saw a washroom/toilet combined with a sink.

This one is also quite old-fashioned.

As I entered the full-fledged living room/bedroom, it now felt real that this was Tomoe’s room.

There are posters of all kinds of musicians on the wall. Among them, the Girls’ League has a fairly high presence.

If there is a poster that can be compared to the Girls’ League… … .

“Is this person an idol?”

He was a man with smoky eye makeup, explosive red hair, wearing red leather clothes all over his body, and holding a flashy guitar.

“Idol?”

Tomoe chuckled as she changed her clothes. It was as if she was saying, ‘You don’t know this person?’

Tomoe liked to talk about musicians. Thanks to her, Jang Ha-yang got to know some of the musicians’ secret stories.

Just before Tomoe could describe the man, Jang Ha-yang’s eyes turned to the bottom of the poster. There was an ‘X’ mark engraved on it.

“Ah, it’s ‘X.’”

Tomoe looked surprised.

“You call me X. People usually call me ‘X Japan’.”

“Is this person ‘Hide’?”

“Wow, even the names! The band covers that are uploaded to the Girls’ League channel aren’t just random!”

There were many posters of ‘X’ on the wall.

But the most numerous were Hide’s personal posters. Hide in the posters posted here and there exuded an aura that defied the times.

“Do you like Hide?”

“I like it. If the Girls’ League is the idol they cheer for, then Hide is the idol they want to become? Isn’t he cool?”

“You’re handsome.”

“Looks aren’t everything! Of course, visuals play a big role.”

Hide is a musician who is said to be the founder of visual rock in Japan. Some even say that visual rock began with Hide and ended with him.

Even when he was a solo artist, his visuals still look sophisticated to modern people.

A visual rock legend and the greatest pop entertainer.

“The boy born at the port becomes a legend… … .”

Tomoe sang as if she was in ecstasy.

The last golden age of J-pop’s global influence. Hide is a musician who decorated that era.

Jang Ha-yang heard his story briefly during Seongpil’s music history class.

It may be an exaggeration, but they say that if he hadn’t passed away, J-pop would have been completely different than it is now.

“I’m embarrassed and happy.”

“Are you embarrassed? What is it?”

“It’s amazing to be at the same height as someone like this.”

Tomoe saw Jang Ha-yang’s personal poster stuck next to Hide’s poster.

Tomoe laughed brightly when she saw the two of them standing side by side.

“Because in my heart, we are in the same position.”

“Why did you like us?”

“It’s nothing special. It’s similar to other musicians. I saw them in passing, heard them, and then I liked them. I happened to see their stage video. I thought they were really working hard, so I wanted to cheer them on. Especially that one!”

Tomoe had already finished changing into his uniform and was tuning his guitar.

“‘Our Producing’ was crazy. I could relate to it. I received a lot of comfort, a lot of support, and eventually even became a people. There’s a saying among the people. You may know it, but it goes, ‘We meet the Soviet Union at the moment when we need it the most and become a people.’”

Tomoe pronounced “Soviet Union” in Korean, as well as “people,” so what she said sounded very political.

“I think my sister will like it if she hears this.”

Snow White is someone who wipes away tears when she sees messages of support from fans.

If he had heard Tomoe’s praise in person, he would have almost burst into tears. He said that he was comforted and encouraged by his song, so he couldn’t help but cry.

“What would you like to eat?”

Tomoe held out her phone.

“Is it delivery?”

“Oh, right. You’re an idol. You need to take care of your diet. Then how about salad?”

After finishing their order, the two took their seats.

Tomoe gave up the sofa seat to Jang Ha-yang and sat down on an old wooden chair.

“Then would you please call the director?”

As soon as Tomoe said that, Jang Ha-yang immediately came back to reality.

Right, that’s right.

I need to contact Seongpil.

“……excuse me.”

“yes?”

“When we first met, why were you kneeling?”

Even though she had come this far, Jang Ha-yang wanted to postpone meeting Seong-pil. At the same time, she wanted to see him, but she was afraid to contact him because she didn’t know what his condition was.

“Oh, that?”

Tomoe seemed to find nothing particularly strange and spoke fluently of the eerie legend of Robert Johnson, who was said to have made a pact with the devil.

Jang Ha-yang was slightly embarrassed.

“Sell your soul to the devil? You planned to do that?”

“yes.”

“Did you really think it would come out?”

“I thought it would be nice if you came out.”

“What if it really comes out?”

“Then that’s great! That’s totally great!”

“No… … You’ll die quickly, right?”

“Then it’s even better!”

Jang Ha-yang was shocked.

There was no lie in Tomoe’s eyes.

“It’s the worst to just live your life and die a carefree life. It’s much better to become a legend and go on to a glorious life. An ordinary life is boring.”

Tomoe scanned the posters that filled the wall.

Robert Johnson, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Hide.

Most of those who filled her room were legends who had died young. Their early deaths had added myth and legend to their names.

Of course, there were posters of those who weren’t like that.

But among those who became legends through death, it was a bit creepy to see a poster of the Girls’ League attached.

“Of course I know that the director is not the devil, but there is no such thing as coincidence. The director happened to show up at that moment, picked up my guitar, and tuned the strings. There must be some meaning to it. I believe in that meaning. If I don’t have it, I want to find it and get it. Oh, and if a biography comes out later after I die, please tell me. I met the devil that day.”

Jang Ha-yang had nothing to say now.

I thought musicians who yearned for death were something you only saw in old music history books.

Pianist Bill Evans, whose life was dubbed ‘the world’s longest suicide’, or Charlie Parker, who was said to have always played the trumpet while high on drugs.

A person who longs for such a life is now before Jang Ha-yang’s eyes.

It’s not that I don’t understand.

Isn’t it said that the best way to get rid of hostile politicians is to let them live long? There are very few people who do not degenerate and fall apart over time.

In other words, the death Tomoe wishes for means that she wants to disappear before she becomes ugly.

Only the most shining moments will remain in people’s memories… … .

“hmm.”

Tomoe picked up a cigarette from the table and walked over to the row of guitar stands.

She looked over several guitars as if she was shopping, a cigarette between her lips.

The reason she said she couldn’t concentrate in the Webex studio was probably because she was a heavy smoker.

I guess that meant that my head wasn’t working because I didn’t have any cigarettes.

‘ah.’

Jang Ha-yang felt a sense of crisis again.

Tomoe smells similar to Seiko. She should never be allowed to be near Seongpil.

That thought has become stronger now.

Tomoe possesses one of the virtues that Seongpil desires most.

‘Burning your soul for art.’

Tomoe is the embodiment of Seongpil’s romanticism. If Seongpil were to hear Tomoe’s long-winded story, there’s no telling what kind of chemical reaction would occur.

“Oh, um, I just texted you and you seem to be busy.”

“There’s nothing I can do.”

Tomoe chose a guitar he liked and connected it to an amplifier.

“But it’s okay because I have you. You are a baby devil who was baptized by the devil. I admire your inspiration. Please share that inspiration with me.”

Tomoe smiled and handed the amp cable to Jang Ha-yang. At that moment, Tomoe’s phone rang.

“Oh, Chief Misato? I don’t want to right now… … No, you’re the director?”

“uh?!”

“The director contacted me.”

Tomoe looked at Jang Ha-yang with the thought, ‘What should I do?’

Jang Ha-yang couldn’t make a quick decision. She had just lied that ‘Seong-pil is busy’, but he contacted her right away.

‘How ugly do I have to become?’

Jang Ha-yang felt that the situation was becoming increasingly out of his control.

The relationship with Seongpil, the relationship between Seongpil and Seiko, Seongpil’s feelings, the meeting with Tomoe, nothing goes as Jang Ha-yang wants.

Seriously, I feel like I just want to faint.

I’ve reached my limit of being tricky. I just want to spoil Sungpil to my heart’s content like I used to…

“Here it is.”

Tomoe held out her phone. It was still emitting a loud ringing tone.

“Sister, take this. I think she’s probably looking for you.”

Jang Ha-yang immediately accepted the helping hand. However, he did not accept it right away.

“Tomoe, if you don’t mind, would it be okay if I received it somewhere else?”

“Are you two having a secret love affair?”

Tomoe joked and nodded happily. Jang Ha-yang left Tomoe’s house with a word of thanks.

As soon as I opened the front door, I put my arm on the railing and took a deep breath.

Okay, let’s summarize.

‘The director must not meet Tomoe.’

This is a decision.

Jang Ha-yang has been watching Seong-pil for a long time. If he meets Tomoe, I am sure that something very unfortunate will happen to Jang Ha-yang.

After spending a few hours with Tomoe, Seongpil will start to see her almost like he sees Erika.

From what I’ve heard from Rika, Erica is practically the embodiment of artistry. That may be true.

Because he’s the guy who ran away because the company was blocking him from releasing a mixtape.

‘So what I have to do is… … .’

Jang Ha-yang took a deep breath and answered the phone.

[Mr. Tomoe, this is Director Park Seong-pil.]

“Director.”

[… …Hayang?]

My heart aches when he calls my name.

Jang Ha-yang wanted to make an excuse to Seong-pil for what happened yesterday right away. No, not an excuse, but to restore their relationship to its original state through reconciliation.

But what are Seongpil’s thoughts?

It’s not something you can judge with just a phone call.

First of all, you have to do what you have to do.

[if…….]

“Director, why did you contact me?”

[… … I thought I could help Tomoe-san with her work.]

The expected answer came back.

Jang Ha-yang lied to Tomoe, saying, “Seong-pil is busy.”

In order to prevent Jang Ha-yang from becoming any uglier, and to prevent Tomoe and Seong-pil, who smell like Seiko, from meeting.

Seongpil shouldn’t come here.

“We don’t need any help. The work is in its final stages. We can do it by ourselves.”

[Oh, yeah… … .]

My heart aches even more.

I want to see Seongpil right now. I want to see with my own eyes what his condition is like.

Did he forgive himself?

The way you spoke was so sharp… … .

Jang Ha-yang finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and brought up yesterday’s incident.

“Don’t worry about yesterday. I don’t care either. Let’s talk later.”

Okay.

I spoke as clearly and neutrally as possible to avoid any misunderstandings.

Since he said, ‘I don’t care,’ Sungpil must have realized that Jang Ha-yang doesn’t hate him.

[……huh.]

Seongpil’s answer was a little slow.

Jang Ha-yang wanted to hear his voice a little longer, but she had to end the call as soon as possible.

For modern people, a smartphone is like a part of their body. It is natural to feel anxious if you leave it to someone else. You never know when Tomoe will come out and look for Jang Ha-yang.

“So you don’t have to come.”

[I can help you… … No? The reason I’m in Japan is because, you’re the producer this season, so I… … .]

“None. And.”

Because I couldn’t let the lie I told Tomoe get out.

“Please don’t call me on this phone. If you have any questions, please let me know. Do you have anything else to say?”

I wish you had told me that it exists.

Today, Jang Ha-yang learned how ambivalent the human mind can be.

I want to see him, but I don’t want to see him at the same time.

I want to hear his voice, but I’m afraid to hear it.

I wish the call would never end, even though I need to hang up right away.

[no.]

Seongpil answered concisely.

Jang Ha-yang suppressed her regret and spoke in a neutral voice, as usual, without any emotion.

“Yes. Where are you resting?”

Jang Ha-yang hung up the phone and went back into Tomoe’s house.

Tomoe was leaning against the windowsill, smoking a cigarette. She was just blankly watching the scenery drift by with the smoke, and when she heard Jang Ha-yang’s voice, she smiled and turned around.

“Sister… … ?”

Jang Ha-yang did not answer the call and instead picked up the bass guitar that was on the sofa.

“What, something bad happened… … ?”

“no.”

“Or are you angry… … ?”

Jang Ha-yang closed her eyes and thought back on her feelings. Was she angry? Yes. She was sure she was.

‘Because of that damn Seiko, why on earth did I become like this, why did I… … .’

Jang Ha-yang connected the amplifier to the bass.

As she plucked the string, the surroundings shook heavily.

“Let’s get started.”

I’m going to finish my work before today ends and go see Seongpil.

* * *

Tomoe answered the phone.

[Director, why did you contact me?]

But the voice heard was Jang Ha-yang’s.

Even to someone who didn’t know the circumstances, it was incredibly dry and insipid.

Seongpil’s heart began to beat violently as if she was drawing a line, saying, ‘I am no longer a person related to you.’

[We don’t need help. The work is in its final stages. We can do it by ourselves.]

Jang Ha-yang cut off Seong-pil’s proposal like a knife.

[Don’t worry about yesterday. I don’t care either. We’ll talk later.]

As Seongpil hesitated vaguely, Jang Ha-yang said this as if doing a good deed.

[So you don’t have to come.]

There was no room to delve further into this. But Seongpil clung on, no matter what.

Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help you?

Even if it’s something very small… … .

[no.]

As expected, the short answer comes back.

[And please don’t call me on this phone. If you have any questions, please let me know. Do you have anything else to say?]

“… … .”

Seongpil answered, being careful not to let his voice become wet.

“no.”

The call is over.

Seongpil was standing there blankly, holding his phone. The phone slipped out of his hand and rolled around on the floor.

But Seongpil showed no reaction. It was as if he had turned into a plant.

Seongpil, standing alone in the desert, waits for a single drop of rain that seems like God’s mercy. He waits, enduring the pain of his parched throat, but the sky has cleared up and has no intention of giving even a single drop of rain.

“……Day.”

Seongpil turned around and left the studio.

“I have to work… … .”

In extreme pain, Seongpil chose to run away.

To where everything I love is.

Go back to Korea.

* * *

In the evening, the residents of the townhouse returned.

Jang Ha-yang and Tomoe moved to their seats.

We borrowed a practice room from Tomoe’s acquaintance and worked there all night long again.

morning.

Light began to pierce through the thick winter darkness, painting the streets blue.

‘last.’

Tomoe’s hands hurt from playing the guitar for so long, but she couldn’t stop.

‘This is the last performance.’

This is the last performance and final check.

The speakers connected to the laptop blasted drum and synthesizer sounds in time with the duo’s performance. Although there were only two performers, the band was fully formed.

Tomoe looks at Jang Ha-yang.

Jang Ha-yang also saw Tomoe.

“Without change―”

End of verse 2.

What comes after is not a repeated refrain.

“Come back to me―!”

Tomoe just sang the pre-chorus.

Soon her hands were playing the guitar as if possessed. The guitar effects were tuned loudly, making an ear-piercing noise every time she plucked the strings.

But there was definitely a melody within that noise, and that melody was harsh, like the howling of a wild beast.

A flashy guitar solo fills the space where the chorus should have been.

A daring innovation rarely found in contemporary J-pop mainstream. Tomoe’s lips twisted in delight as he broke the typical formula for success and the song form of popular music.

“This, this… … !”

Tomoe started talking to Jang Ha-yang instead of singing as she entered the bridge part.

She was almost unconscious.

“The chief would never allow something like this!”

The current hot topic in the Japanese music world is ‘solo performance’.

In the past, the solo performance part was something that everyone took for granted.

Is it really better to listen to it without the performance? Is it right to include it? Does including it guarantee the vitality of the song?

The prevailing opinion in this debate is that ‘it is better to leave out solo performances’.

Webex also advises that when working on a musician’s album, it is better to leave out the instrumental parts.

Even if the performance were to temporarily destroy the golden rule of popular music, it would be highly unlikely that it would be permitted.

People like what’s familiar.

Popular music is an exercise in avoiding the unfamiliar.

“okay?”

Jang Ha-yang just smiled when he heard Tomoe’s words.

“You, apart from permission?”

“I really want to do this!”

Tomoe stopped playing. She was quite exhausted after working for more than ten hours. Still, her eyes were bright.

“I like it to the point where if I can’t debut with this, I’ll have to quit music! No, if I can’t succeed with this, I’ll have to quit music!”

“Is it that good?”

“yes!”

“That’s fortunate.”

A guitar solo that sounds like an explosion of anger.

And the emotion that filled the lyrics, whether it was love or hate, was Jang Ha-yang’s fault.

This was the last performance. I tried to finish it off as perfectly as possible, but Tomoe got excited and it ended up being a mess.

“Shall we do it again?”

“No, I’m really going to melt now. And I know that even without playing.”

Tomoe sat down on the chair and slumped down.

“This is the end, it’s complete.”

Tomoe lit a cigarette and took a drag. She smoked one every twenty minutes or so. Not only her lungs, but her throat must have turned black.

If you smoke too often, you won’t feel good about smoking. In fact, your body might even have a negative reaction.

Jang Ha-yang, like Tomoe, was clearly tired.

“Tomoe.”

“Yes, sis.”

“You said you’d quit music if this didn’t work out. That wasn’t true, was it?”

“Is it true?”

“uh?”

Tomoe turned his eyes, which had been directed to the ceiling, to Jang Ha-yang.

“I love this song. I love it so much. But what if people hate this song?”

Tomoe simply extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette in the ashtray.

“I shouldn’t do music. I put all my heart and soul into this song. If I were to be denied that, I would probably die of sadness.”

In order to avoid that, I accepted the task of composing 100 songs from Misato. Getting feedback from Misato was a process of gaining popular color.

To gain popularity and be loved by people.

So that people don’t love her and she doesn’t die of sadness.

But now, whatever happens, it’s okay.

“This song is my soul.”

I have succeeded in taking the soul out of the body. I cannot imagine adding anything to this purity.

I want to push this purity to people unconditionally and hope that it will be recognized.

Jang Ha-yang consoled Tomoe as if he was having a hard time.

“What if I die? I have to become a legend.”

“Oh, that’s wrong.”

Tomoe giggled.

“I can’t die before becoming a legend. No, it doesn’t matter. I might become famous after I die.”

“Does that make sense?”

Tomoe’s eyelids were half-closed with fatigue.

“Sister, Robert Johnson wasn’t famous when he was alive.”

“I heard you had a concert at Carnegie Hall.”

“After death.”

“uh?”

Robert Johnson’s Carnegie Hall concert.

Thousands of people fill the auditorium.

The lights come on on stage.

What was placed there was a gramophone.

A Robert Johnson record is placed on the phonograph. The needle scratches the record, and the voice and guitar of the dead man unfold.

After the record finishes playing, the people give a standing ovation.

After his death, he became a legend, considered the originator of the blues.

“Just imagining it makes me feel like I’m going… … .”

Tomoe sang in rapture. She spoke with a faint sense of rapture.

“I was able to do it because of your help. Thank you. I’ll put you right after my name in the album credits. Or should I just feature you in the song title?”

“It’s an honor, but it’s okay.”

“I deserve more glory.”

Jang Ha-yang did not speak empty words.

After working with Tomoe for a few days, I realized that Tomoe has a talent that stands out among those Jang Ha-yang has seen.

Tomoe knows the properties of the band’s instruments well. He has no hesitation in composing music. He seems to instinctively know what kind of harmony is best.

He is a musician I am honored to work with.

Today’s work was also a great help to Jang Ha-yang.

At the same time, it is curious why she came to like the Girls’ League.

Jang Ha-yang asked the reason.

“Didn’t I tell you? I saw it by chance.”

“But our song is completely different from the genre you sing.”

“It’s not the music that’s important. Of course, music is important, but I fell in love with the image of ‘working hard.’”

Tomoe recalled that day.

“I saw Girls’ League on a music program. K-pop idols dance, right? And it’s a really hard dance, right? So you can see it. You can see how hard they practiced. Just seeing someone who works hard gives me courage. Actually, at that time, I was worried about whether I should continue with music. I thought about quitting, but thanks to Girls’ League, I gained courage.”

Jang Ha-yang thought.

She would have found courage somewhere else, even if it wasn’t the Girls’ League, and would have continued making music like she is now.

Tomoe said that she got the spark of her dreams from the Girls’ League. But the spark was in her heart from the beginning.

The Girls’ League was just firewood.

“Thank you, sis.”

“… …Thank you.”

This was also true.

The emotions and lyrics that Jang Ha-yang put into Tomoe’s song, tentatively titled ‘Deep Purple Night’, were taken from Sung Pil.

This song is based on ambivalent feelings towards one another.

I can’t even clearly say whether I love or resent the other person, or whether I want to see them or not.

Jang Ha-yang sang Sungpil for over 10 hours. The lyrics, emotions, and Jang Ha-yang’s will were sharpened after 10 hours of pickling.

No more wandering.

“I’m grateful, Tomoe.”

I have to go see Seongpil.

But first of all.

“Tomoe, I’m sorry, but can I sleep at your house for a bit?”

“Sister, you’re tired too, right? Let’s go.”

I’ll take a nap first and then go meet him.

* * *

After waking up, washing up, and getting ready, Jang Ha-yang tried to meet Seong-pil.

But we couldn’t meet.

The one who welcomed Jang Ha-yang was Kim Soo-hee, a manager from Garo Entertainment.

“Huh? You’re going back already? Don’t you have anything else to do?”

Jang Ha-yang asked in embarrassment.

Where did Seongpil go?

“Oh, you came to Korea first because you thought it would take a long time. Even if you’re the next one to ‘produce us,’ the director can’t just stick to you all the time. It’s not like it’s our album work. Anyway, that’s why I came to pick you up… … It ended so quickly, completely different from what I expected? Did the work go well?”

“… … .”

Jang Ha-yang asked after a while.

He asked if there was anything urgent that required Sungpil to go to Korea. Was there anything that required Sungpil to go in person, something that was so time-sensitive?

“Huh? You don’t know? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“… … .”

Jang Ha-yang’s eyes went dark.

‘me…….’

Seongpil left Jang Ha-yang behind and went to Korea first. Then he sent a substitute.

‘How much for me… … .’

I assumed Sungpil would be at Webex. I thought he would wait until the end.

What he was waiting for was a definite proposition.

I didn’t even suspect it.

If it was Sungpil who had been with her for four years, there was no way he would leave Jang Ha-yang behind first.

Even if I had to go, I had to contact them directly.

Instead of just relaying the change in a businesslike manner and sending a subordinate employee as a stand-in, I should have contacted him personally and explained the situation… … .

If it were Seongpil, it would be natural for him to do that… … .

‘How much must you hate me…?’

Jang Ha-yang recalled the hateful words she had hurled at Seong-pil.

He remembered his past self, who had harshly criticized Seiko, whom Seongpil said he liked, and even made Seongpil, who liked her, into an abnormal person.

That was an insult.

It’s human nature to get angry even when someone curses at their own dog, but Jang Ha-yang cursed at the person she liked. She even cursed at him, who liked her.

“Hayang?!”

Kim Soo-hee received Jang Ha-yang, who had fainted and collapsed. Kim Soo-hee was flustered and barely managed to shout.

“Dasukete (Help me)―!”

* * *

Baek Seol-ha felt good after returning from the ‘Aoa’ pre-meeting. This was because she felt courageous after seeing who she would be competing with.

I imagined myself lying in bed and enjoying the ‘Aoa’ stage to the fullest.

‘… … Maybe I’m a bit strong?’

okay.

This is a New Year’s gift.

At the end of the Girls’ League fan meeting concert just a little while ago, Baekseol made a promise to the people.

Next year will be an even greater year than this year.

He promised to give the people a gift that was as great as, if not greater, their love for the Soviet Union.

‘I’m going to win in Aoa.’

The victory is a New Year’s gift to the people… … .

If we look at the timing of the release of ‘Aoa’, it would be a Valentine’s Day or White Day gift. Anyway, looking at it from now on, it would be a New Year’s gift.

And this will be the beginning of great achievements for the Girls’ League this year.

Snow White smiled happily.

I could already picture the faces of the people at my company praising and praising me.

At that moment, Baek Seol-ha’s phone began to emit a bright light. A message had arrived.

‘… … It’s the director.’

Aside from the fact that ‘Aoa’ made me feel good, I felt a little wronged that he sold himself out so easily.

Did Sungpil ask you today, “Why are you in a bad mood?” He must have noticed that he sold it himself…

Snow White checked the message, looking slightly refreshed.

[Seolha, help me…]

His contact caught Baek Seol-ha off guard in a completely unexpected way.