S-Classes Are Obsessed With Me - S-Classes Are Obsessed With Me chapter 101

If I had to pick the busiest place after a thousand victims came out of the Cheorwon-gun gate, of course it was a broadcasting station.

It’s always been like that.

The more serious the victims were, the more people’s attention was focused on news and current affairs programs. So the busiest were the press and the culture department.

Smoking area in front of the station.

Im PD, who is in charge of ‘Gate of Cheorwon-Into the Truth’, was smoking a cigarette while looking anxiously at the road. Someone was talking from behind.

“Hey, people from cultured countries have their faces wide open these days. Do you have time to go out here and smoke? You must be busy trying to catch the last chance.”

He was a PD at the entertainment station who was his classmate.

As interest is drawn to current affairs programs, interest in entertainment is waning in return. They also referred to it as a vacation.

The program is canceled and current affairs programs take its place, so there is no place for entertainment for a while.

Im PD answered with his gaze fixed on the road.

“I’m busy. I’m busy looking back, now.”

“But what are you doing here? This time, the viewership rating was 22%, but you have to paddle when the water comes in. If we miss this opportunity, there will be no answer from the culture department.”

Im PD pointed to the bench in the distance with a chin gesture. The entertainment department PD tilted his head and followed his gaze.

“Why are there beggars at the broadcasting station? Were you recruited by the Education Bureau?”

“No, my family.”

I thought the beggars were gathering because of the scruffy mourning, but it wasn’t.

“… … Why are all those yangbans sticking out?”

he asked, perplexed.

I saw familiar faces. They were the head of the education department.

They all gathered together, anxiously waiting for something.

A taxi came into the station from afar. Im PD blinked his eyes and rubbed his cigarette on the floor. He answered.

“Come on.”

“Correspondence? No, what kind of protocol do the managers do? Is the president coming?”

“no.”

“Then who are you?”

A young man in a suit got out of the taxi. He was a shy-looking young man. mid 20’s or so. The managers, who had been waiting like beggars from afar, rushed to each other.

The young man stopped walking with a bewildered expression on his face. Managers who look twice as old are crouching and sweating.

Im PD replied.

“Who is it? Don’t you know Kim Hyun-woo? There are twinkling stars who came out to survive alone.”

“ah.”

The PD of the entertainment station laughed bitterly.

“Are you arguing with just one manager like that? Have you even gone as far as the liberal arts department?”

“why? Can’t the manager get a protocol from the managers even though he becomes president?”

“Then do you think that the director of the broadcasting station and one manager are on the same level?”

“Gill. Did the president prevent the abolition of the liberal arts department?”

Even though we hit and slammed the news like that on TV, no one stopped us.

“By the way, that gentleman stopped me.”

People who take care of their own food are the best.

*

station conference room.

Im PD looked at Kim Hyun-woo, who was sitting across from him. The atmosphere was quite different from when I first saw it.

I have to say that I am a bit immature when greeting people in the editing room. The young man in the gate video looked so gentle that I thought it was true.

But now it was different.

The wriggling eyebrows seemed to be somehow angry, and the index finger tapping the desk was full of worries.

It was like the president who sat in a chair and quietly mentioned the abolition of the cultured education institute.

So, he didn’t look like a 26-year-old kid at all.

‘I’m not an ordinary person.’

A former UN special forces unit, he is a hero who saved 2,000 people from the gate. It was quite difficult to take it as a standard standard.

While he was licking his dry lips, writer Choi, who was next to him, suddenly brought up a story.

“Team leader, what do you mean by re-planning the broadcast?”

“That word is great. I want to overturn what I previously asked for.”

“Originally, you asked me to edit mainly Lee Ji-ah, right? Right now, the team leader is asking me to start filming.”

Kim Hyun-woo nodded his head. He had a slightly sorry face.

I knew how unreasonable a request would be to start over from the planning stage.

“How many videos have you made?”

Im PD crossed his arms and scratched his chin.

“I was filming an interview for the second part coming out next week. Jia was also planning to go out, so I was going to call Hyunwoo to say that the shooting date was set for today.”

“What is the reaction of the head of the department or the head of the department?”

“Well, since it was an improvised plan from the beginning, there are no complaints. I am guessing that the ratings will be the same as when we focused on Lee Ji-ah.”

As long as Kim Hyun-woo was reluctant to reveal the wash suit, it had to be less popular than Lee Ji-ah.

Still, CP’s reaction wasn’t bad.

This is because I thought that Kim Hyun-woo’s video was more suitable as a documentary than Lee Ji-ah. Of course, it would be nice to send out all the wash suits and anything without censorship, but I have already refused once.

“I will export everything.”

“yes?”

Im PD blinked his eyes.

“Didn’t you say you shouldn’t show your face because you were from the special forces?”

“No.”

The Warsuits weren’t the only ones to solve the Monster Gate. They are also deployed in conflict zones, and have also conducted operations against humans.

There were also many long-term operations that took more than two or three years to prepare. So, when he was discharged from the special forces, he hid his identity for several years to keep it secret. because of the disclosure of information.

That was what Kim Hyun-woo was worried about.

I was afraid that all kinds of flies would be entangled, I just wanted to work as a manager, etc.

Just at the same time, Lee Ji-ah was attacked by the association. There was no public interest. In order to jump over the obstacle that stood in the way, I was thinking of handing it all over to Lee Ji-ah.

Until I talked to General Manager Lee Jae-hyuk.

“It shouldn’t be.”

He pressed his lips together with his thumb. A hard smile hung on his lips, which he couldn’t hide.

“He wouldn’t let me stand still.”

*

CP walked nervously down the hallway of the broadcasting station with arms crossed. I went here and there, took a sip of water from the water purifier, drank it, checked my watch, and sighed.

Passers-by looked at them strangely, but ignored them. After moaning for a while, the door to the conference room opened and Kim Hyun-woo walked out.

“Do you have anything to do with PD Lim Jae-hoon? I guess I held on too long.”

“Hey, what’s the deal with that guy? On the way to Mr. Hyeonu, I came to see his face.”

Kim Hyun-woo smiled with a troubled face.

“Hey, you don’t have to be too formal with me. If you wait like that every time you come to a broadcasting station, I can’t come because I’m afraid.”

“Oh, this is polite, polite. Oh, is there anyone who likes celebrities?”

“yes?”

“Hey, the music show over there just ended. Would you like to see idols? I’ll tell you autographs and pictures, and I’ll take a picture.”

Even if he doesn’t fly like the entertainment industry, he’s a manager. Kim Hyun-woo hesitated and scratched his head.

“I want to see you too, but I can’t because I’m busy right now.”

“ah.”

“I will ask you later. then.”

Kim Hyun-woo, who bowed his head, walked down the hallway. CP, who was looking at the back, muttered a little.

“It’s polite to say no.”

He came to his senses and went into the conference room. PD Im and Writer Choi were sorting out the scattered papers.

“Writer Choi! Im PD! Wash suit! What happened to the washsuit!!”

That was the only thing he was interested in.

Im PD got up from his seat and answered.

“You can bring the wash suit out.”

“uh? really?”

“And yes.”

“uh.”

“I heard that you are a Red Gate survivor. Two people from Seongdong Middle School.”

CP took a deep breath. And after a while there was a squeaky sound.

“… uh? ji, really? No, the gates have only been opened twice in 20 years, and they’ve all gone in… ?”

The picture is drawn quite plausibly.

Im PD repeated it in a passionate tone.

“Chief, this, this, this, this shit… !”

*

Did you mean to ask for an idol’s autograph?

I took a sad step.

It wasn’t busy. The work to be done has just been finished with the meeting.

As long as my records were deleted from the association database, the current public opinion contest was meaningless.

For the association, it was a godsend. It would have been a lot more difficult if I had been caught as it is.

It’s hard to prove peace of mind, unlike other intuitive abilities such as spewing flames, hitting lightning, and so on.

Even if you try to save a mentally ill patient and try to do an experiment, you’re sure to hear go-stop sounds. Lee Ji-ah did not want to enter the dungeon, so she faked her depression. I’m sure it was driven that way.

So, it went the opposite way.

I turned all the achievements that were meant to drive Lee Ji-ah to me.

Perhaps if Lee Ji-ah were alone, she would not have been able to save many people. At the very least, it would have been around 50 people. It would have been enough to block one bus’s worth of crowds from all directions.

Because of me, the number came out to be two thousand. It’s a fact, not pride.

But if I was alone in the gate, how many people would I have saved? Not very good results were expected. Because Lee Ji-ah alone blocked 90% of the monsters. Without her, I couldn’t even stand until a large monster appeared.

And I guarantee you, you must have been busy saving my life rather than saving people. Two thousand people were saved by taking on each other’s roles.

He put his hands in the pockets of his coat and leaned his back against a tree. I lifted my head and looked at the association building that stretched high.

The tip of the tongue was sore.

Now all I have to do is finish. The rest is just going with the flow.

The arrows that are fired stop eventually after they hit their destination.

* * *

a week later.

Bastard Sword Headquarters.

Lee Ji-hye, who ran into Kim Hyun-woo in the hallway, tried to pass by with a short tongue.

“Hey, Lee Ji-hye.”

“… ?”

Lee Ji-hye frowned and said.

“No, why are you suddenly talking nonsense… ?”

“Then shall I say respectful words to a 17-year-old?”

“The first time I saw you, I used to say respect… ?”

“Well, I was debating whether I should use respectful words or not. I kept getting ignored, so I couldn’t help it. And Yoojung is your friend.”

Kim Hyun-woo tapped Lee Ji-hye on the shoulder.

“Let’s work with a smile. Laughing. Stop grimacing every time we meet.”

“Yeah, what… .”

Lee Ji-hye waited for Kim Hyun-woo to disappear and muttered a little.

“I have no luck.”

*

Arriving at the dorm, Lee Ji-hye took off her shoes and hurriedly shouted.

“Sister, sister! Have I met the 2nd team leader before?”

Na Jeong-yeon, who was taking a drink from the refrigerator, reacted violently.

“Second leader? Kim Hyun-woo?”

“uh! That human!”

“Why is that person again?”

“Are you talking nonsense to me all of a sudden? Seriously, if it wasn’t for Han Yoo-jung… !”

If not, there was nothing I could do.

Na Jeong-yeon closed the refrigerator door with telekinetic power. The seizure at the name of Kim Hyun-woo was worse than that of Lee Ji-hye. She strongly sympathized with Lee Ji-hye’s words and responded.

“I don’t like it, I’m going to die. If it wasn’t for Lee Ji-ah… !”

Na Jeong-jeong and Lee Ji-hye sat down on the sofa, swearing hard at Kim Hyun-woo.

“Chief Song must have suffered something? I pretend to say everything I want to say to Kim Hyun-woo, but I can’t say anything uncomfortable because I’m so scared.”

“Kim Hyun-woo, is that the one that you laugh at every day? it’s all acting I’ve seen you in love before, do you know how scared I was because of his bloody eyes?”

It’s been awhile since I’ve been complaining like that.

Lee Ji-hye turned on the TV with the remote control. The preview program was in full swing. Because of the Cheorwon-gun gate these days, it was all the same no matter where I turned the channel.

“Oh right. I heard that Lee Ji-ah is coming out with a documentary today. Where were you?”

Na Jeong-jeong answered to Lee Ji-hye’s self-talk.

“Number 11.”

She checked her watch.

It was eight o’clock in the evening.

“Now is the time to start.”