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Chapter 315

When I woke up, several months had passed and out of the blue, I had to go see my old gig.

And the cause of this situation...was something surprisingly simple.

I pressed the center of my forehead to gather my thoughts.

"So...whenever you had free time while studying, you sought out my activities because you were curious, but at some point, you found it interesting?"

"Yes!"

He gave me a very brilliant answer.

"Magical Boy...Oh, the performance in the baseball uniform was great too! And the variety show you were on was really funny...although I couldn't watch it because I was studying..."

I think it's enough to know all the news of my most popular activities, but I think he managed to avoid sudden death and not fail his scores through this.

...No, it's possible that this was the only thing that brightened his life.

'Did you relieve your stress by watching idols?'

If so, it's hard to tell him anything.

"Also, when I checked my score, it looked like I had passed the test...I thought I could go see you in person, so I bought a ticket..."

"..."

The mumbling voice faded to faint.

'He really wants to go.'

I said with a sigh.

"...Where will it be?"

"...!"

Well, I understand.

If a person studies all day, every day, then they will go crazy. In the long run, it was necessary to take a day off.

The voice sounded excited.

"It's not far from here! It's a festival in Gyeonggi Province..."

"Wait."

I changed my clothes.

There will be thousands of people, so what's the problem? I'll just have to endure them, cheering for my performance while I seriously monitor it.

"Hyung, thank you so much!"

I think I heard him thank me about three times while squeezing toothpaste on my toothbrush.

"It's not that hard. You should have this kind of fun."

"What?"

I smiled.

"Because you'll have to go to a boarding academy starting tomorrow."

"...Euuuheup!"

I don't mean to interfere with the last leisure activity an examinee will have all year.

* * *

An hour later.

I bought wireless headphones at a convenience store so I wouldn't be suspected of being a lunatic talking to myself. I guess this is the best choice.

Of course, I was also working on what I had to do while I was moving.

"First of all, let's talk about what happened."

"Yes!"

First I checked out the new status abnormality this guy has.

[Status abnormality: Pass or die! (2)]

If you do not receive an error-free score report on the first written test of the "Grade 7 Competitive Recruitment Examination," you will die.

Yes, I knew that.

The term is the same, 1 year. Hmm.

'I should tell him to 'check the truth' later next time.'

If you go ahead, there could be a crazy situation where the period ends before the second or third test is taken.

It won't make much difference since the test is given once a year, but you may benefit from the period.

But as soon as I thought about it, I remembered how I truth-checked because of my state abnormality.

'Truth check.'

I don't know if this guy has crap like "Check the truth ☜ Click!" in his status window, so I should check.

"Looking at the date, I don't think your abnormality changed as soon as you checked your grades."

"Ah...Yes! But something strange came up..."

The voice trembled a little. And as soon as he explained, I knew why.

When he checked his score for the first time, an option appeared at the bottom of the pop-up window announcing his success.

[Accept synchronization ☜ Click!]

Somehow, clicking on that became creepy to him, so he hesitated for weeks and only decided to accept it in September.

"I was going to wait a bit until you came back to ask you, hyung..."

But since he didn't hear from me, he ended up clicking that option yesterday. And the result is...

[Cumulative termination]

He said a window like this appeared.

'...You must have felt very uncomfortable.'

"Uh, hyung, maybe I did something wrong and the penalties are piling up...?"

"No, I don't think so."

This sounds like...the existence of "Park MoonDae" is being established in the process of the reward for achieving your goal, but I'm not sure.

'What kind of mechanism will it be due to?'

There is more to analyze. I started to think about it but stopped.

Because I had already arrived at the destination.

I got off the bus and looked at the sports stadium in front of me.

"We arrived."

"Waah!"

I remembered.

'I think it was a festival organized by a company.'

It was weird that such an event didn't give away tickets as a courtesy, but sold them instead. Looks like this guy managed to get one...

'The lineup of groups to perform...they were of the best level.'

I walked in, checking out the details.

The air inside the venue was stuffy. It was an obvious result because it was hot even in late September, as befits a modern society where abnormal temperatures routinely occur.

'I didn't sleep in my body wearing a tank top for no reason.'

As I sat in the hallway outside, I felt a strange déjà vu. Well, I guess it reminded me of the time when I was a data salesman.

"Hey, hyung, do you remember this performance?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then...! When are you coming out, hyung?"

I consciously answered, pressing my Bluetooth headset.

"Antepenultimate."

"Waah..."

I wonder what there was to admire in the conversation just now. Isn't it more practical to leave early and go rest instead of enduring standing for several hours until the show ends?

'If I have enough time, should I tell you about my promotional activities?'

I felt like a curator. I shut my mouth. On stage, the performance was just beginning.

TL/N: In this case, he's specifically referring to the work of a "content curator," someone who organizes information about something and compiles the most relevant data to share with the public on the Internet.

"..."

The performances of the groups that were presented were not very impressive. It is because I have seen them so often since we promoted together.

However, watching it again from below, I feel a sense of déjà vu as if the data vendor has gone back in time.

"Hyung, are you bored...?"

"No, I'm fine. It must be because I'm already used to these performances."

I spoke too loudly, but even if I mumble, it was something I can do because I know the people around me can't hear me. And the voice understands well what I say because this is also his body.

"Since you were an active idol, of course, you were!"

"By the way, I went to photograph and film something like this when I was in college."

"...!"

Hmm, I shouldn't have said that.

But the voice eagerly accepted it instead of saying, 'You did an internship as a reporter?'.

"Right! You filmed that! YoungRin's fancam, hyung...!"

"...??"

How come it feels good?

"Did I tell you about that?"

"Uh...Yes. I somehow found out about it!"

Well, it wasn't even a secret, so I could have blurted it out while drinking.

I nodded.

As the guy I share my view with is excited, I watched the other performances without turning my head.

And after a long time, the long-awaited guys finally took the stage.

"WAAAAAH!!!"

Compared to the last group that performed, they were greeted with about three times as many screams.

And the people who went on stage and stood in formation...

It was TeSTAR.

I'll meet you tomorrow

And I think about it all day long

The young man wearing a navy blue suit and singing holding a microphone in his hand... was me.

I have a blue dream of that day

"..."

"Waah...!"

It felt strange.

Obviously, I had monitored my performance on that performance countless times. I needed to check what the heck I was doing wrong so I could refine it.

But seeing my live performance from the point of view of a spectator in the audience...was almost shocking.

Even if he saw me from afar the size of a matchstick.

'Did I have that expression on my face?'

My face on the electronic screen and the matchstick-sized silhouette intersect in my field of vision.

Cast a spell

Only then did I really understand that I was also included in the views of the material I once left as data.

TL/N: Ryu GunWoo has always excused himself that he was a data seller for the money, but he just now realizes that just like fans who watch fancams or photos to admire their favorite idols, he also enjoyed doing it, although he thought he did it for the pleasure of knowing how to use a camera. Watching idols from the audience can be difficult because of the distance (that's why he says he looks about the size of a matchstick), but seeing a close-up of his face on the screen makes him feel closer, more connected, and more excited.

Me, as "Park MoonDae" on stage, I look...like a good idol.

"..."

I sat quietly in the cheering crowd until the end of TeSTAR's performance...

And it was only when the rapper came out that "Park MoonDae" didn't care that I got up and left.

"Hyung?"

"I'm going to the bathroom."

I wanted to splash some cold water on my face. I can't believe I'm so impressed with this situation.

...I miss it.

'Oh, God.'

I shifted my feet and naturally made my way to the end of the corridor. And the moment I stepped into the bathroom, it hit me.

I just...walked into the public restricted area like it was a normal thing to do.

"..."

Probably the people I came across must have thought I was a staff member since I don't look like a member of some artist's fandom. Event security sucks.

'Well, I don't even have a camera.'

I shrugged and turned on the sink faucet.

And heard something at the same time.

Kwang!

Someone opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom compartment.

"...?"

Who is it?

Just in time, I could see the figure of the person in the mirror in front of me.

And...it was someone I knew.

"...!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IT'S HIM!"

It's Bae Sejin.

At that moment I understood the situation.

'He locked himself in that compartment and cried.'

It's still early in our debut. Come to think of it, haven't I experienced a similar situation in my reverie?

"..."

Bae Se-jin was trying to be less harsh, but he still had an unstable mood due to his family problems.

I saw Sejin stop before he reached the sink. His eyes were strained from vigilance.

'Hmm.;

I felt strange. It's like...should I say I'm glad to see him?

Of course, I might look weird, so I'll have to fix that first.

I spoke briefly while washing my hands.

"You're Lee Sejin, isn't it? Sorry, I was surprised because I'm your fan."

"...!"

"I really enjoyed the performance you did before. I think your expression is always very good."

Bae Sejin, no, Lee Sejin, who hasn't changed his last name yet, had a blank face.

'Ah, by this time he was getting a lot of curses.'

He was heavily criticized by the Internet public opinion due to having successfully debuted as an additional member of the group despite his lack of stage skills, so he might be more cautious.

But Bae Sejin wasn't.

"...Thank you very much."

Instead, he found it a bit embarrassing, and a trace of embarrassment showed on his face.

"I'm the one who should be thanking you. I'll be supporting you."

"...Yes."

Only then did Bae Sejin walk over to the sink and began to wash his hands.

'I did it.'

I was about to dry off and walk towards the door, but I heard a voice behind me.

"Wait...! I'll give you an autograph, uh, if you want it."

"Ah."

I've thought about it before, but this guy likes to give good fan service. I pretended to rummage in my pockets a couple of times and then shook my head.

"I don't have a pen. I'll ask you for it another time."

"...Okay."

I finished my brief conversation with Bae Sejin from the past and carefully walked out of the staff area without anyone noticing me.

I can't deny that it was a great experience.

"Waah...Hyung, do you think he recognized you?"

"I don't think so."

I don't think we conversed much at this time.

'September of the year we debuted...'

Now that I recall, shortly thereafter he turned over a tip to the police on his father's fraudulent bookmaker business and also changed his last name. That was in early October?

'Hmm.'

At that time...I think the sentence was increased not only for gambling but also for the marketing of drugs.

'Somehow the identity of the real drug dealer became known.'

I paused.

...Maybe?

"Can I go somewhere else for a moment?"

"What? Yes!"

I looked for the nearest pay phone.

"...?"

And called the Civil Service Office of North Gyeonggi Police Station.

"Hyung??"

Oh, they answered.

"Drugs are being loaded into an illegal gambling den in the basement of Building XX in XX City."

And I hung up.

"Uh...huh...?"

They may think this was a prank call now, but when Bae Sejin makes an anonymous report, they will seriously think about it.

There is almost no date difference, but the police will get two reports from completely different people about the same place.

'Then the effect of going in search of drugs will emerge.'

I shrug and walk out of the phone booth.

"It's not a prank call, so don't worry. The police won't come here."

"R-really...?"

I slowly walked back to the office, talking about some anecdotes from the beginning of the debut.

And after dinner and a bath, it was the end of the day.

'Going out is definitely time-consuming.'

I first asked about his new status anomaly and then took pictures of all the topics that would be coming up on next year's first exam. Having been studying for a few months, he learns quickly.

After that, I had exactly 30 minutes left before the day ends.

And now I'm talking to the voice of "Park MoonDae", who seems to be a little depressed.

"Hyung, maybe...do you come back again every time I get rid of this abnormality of state?"

"Probably yes."

It's only happened once, but it could be possible. The voice murmured with a melancholy tone.

"Then...the next time I see you will be in a year."

I laughed.

"On the contrary, as soon as you pass the first test, you'll see my face again."

"Is...that so?"

"Yes. Work hard."

"...Yes!!!"

TL/N: Since the original "MoonDae" is possessing "GunWoo's" body when he wakes up after overcoming his anomaly, he will actually still see "GunWoo's" face that he sees every day, that's why GunWoo laughed. It's not a matter of "seeing each other", it's a matter of conversing together again.

Not making an effort would be a new thing when he's in the middle of suffering a sudden death, but wouldn't it be a little better if you got a guide as a privilege of an annual membership?

After giving him one last instruction on how to sell stock in case he needed money urgently, I went to sleep.

It was midnight.

* * *

It was morning again.

The reason I opened my eyes again was because of the sound of an alarm.

The sun was rising.

Now, the hypothesis of "Park Moon-dae" is...

"Hyung! Hyung, is that you?"

When I heard his voice, I thought it was a correct hypothesis.

"Yes."

I smiled when I heard a voice that sounded excited.

"Did you do well in your exam?"

"Yes! Yes!!! I'm stuck on the...! First test!"

TL/N: Indicates that the status abnormality is still showing the same description of not failing the first test, it is not raising the difficulty level by asking me to pass more or all tests.

Yes, that's great.

No matter how much you sign up for the internship...Wait, this is still the officetel.

I got out of bed and looked around. There was something on the table.

"Didn't you register at a boarding academy?"

"Yes, I did! Oh, it's the weekend and I had something to do yesterday, so I came to the officetel for a while...Besides, it was because I think this place won't be unfamiliar to you if you come back..."

"Right."

It was quite a commendable idea.

I nodded and walked over to the table. What was on it was a poster...

Wait.

[Be happy ^^ VTIC CheongRyu]

"..."

Why...is that bastard's autograph here?

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