uld prove it by making a video call to Lim Hyunsoo.
It seemed he was able to understand.

 

“I trust you.”

 

Then why the hell? What is this silence?

 

“How did you get this, how do you know each other… Apart from that.”

 

“…”

 

Meanwhile, Kim Sunghyun opened his mouth.
He seemed hesitant.

 

“Is this ours?”

 

“Of course.”

 

I didn’t have to say that I received it as a talent donation.

 

Kang Yichae was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth.

 

“…The song is good.”

 

Suddenly, Jung Dajoon sniffled at those words.
Everyone was flustered.
I was the most dumbfounded.

 

“Are you crying?”

 

“No, I’m not crying… It’s embarrassing..”

 

“Why are you crying?”

 

Usually, if you asked a crying person why they were crying, there would be no answer.
However, I was so bewildered that I couldn’t help but ask.

 

Instead of Jung Dajoon, who was busy sniffling and pretending not to cry, Sung Jiwon patted him and explained.

 

“I guess it’s because the song is so good.
We, really… We got a song that I thought only the large agency could get.
I can’t believe it.”

 

“Cough…”

 

“Dajoon suffered a lot for a year.”

 

Ah, at least they weren’t saying they didn’t like it.

 

At Sung Jiwon’s kind words, Jung Dajoon couldn’t come back to his sense and continued to sob.

 

Then Kang Yichae suddenly stood up and clapped.

 

“Let’s all clap.
Applause to us who are free from the pineapple curse.
Give another round of applause to Seo Hoyoon!”

 

Fortunately, the mood changed.
It was a relief that Kang Yichae had a strong mentality.

 

Everyone didn’t say anything, but it seemed they felt grateful toward me.
Even Kim Sunghyun.

 

“…Good work.”

 

He didn’t say thank you directly until the end.

 

‘Huh…’

 

I quickly changed their image.


 

‘Aren’t these guys going to get their assurance wrong…’

 

Because they were all naive.
I waited bitterly for this sudden warm atmosphere to subside.
And when Jung Dajoon stopped sniffling, I clapped my hands.

 

“Yeah, guys.
Then let’s talk.”

 

Wondering what else to bring up, the other members kept their mouths shut and stared blankly at each other.

 

Knowing that they would be defenseless and unprepared, I nodded and threw them a print I had prepared.
Kang Yichae who was nearby snatched it swiftly.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“Data.”

 

“What data…?”

 

“Picking a song isn’t the end.
Dance, lyrics, planning.
I’ve picked all the trends that are trending these days.”

 

“So?”

 

As Jung Dajoon was confused, Kang Yichae and Kim Sunghyun seemed to have noticed and were already looking through the data.

 

That’s right, idols need to be quick-witted.

 

“Make a plan according to the song and put it together.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You can’t apply Pineapple’s plan here.
I’ll tell the president to revise this completely.”

 

Originally, it would be correct to plan first, then compose, write lyrics, and choreograph, but we only had one month left.

 

It’s better to think you’re already dead.

 

Everyone nodded their heads vigorously as if they were all cheered up.

 

“I’ll do my best.”

 

“Hn! Let’s do that!”

 

“It’s 2 o’clock now”.

 

“Hn!”

 

I looked at my cell phone.

 

“Finish it by three.
Then I’ll go to the planning meeting.”

 

You guys have to pay for the meal now, too.

 

“T-That’s impossible…”

 

“No, I’ll do it.”

 

When the manager and Jung Dajoon opened their mouths, Seong Jiwon jumped in.
His eyes were full of venom.

 

I’ll leave this to you.

 

I beckoned to the manager.

 

“Come out with me.”

 

“W-Why me?”

 

“Huh? Hoyoon hyung, where are you going? Aren’t we supposed to do this together?”

 

Nope.
Of course, since I was a PD, I could do it with my eyes closed when it came to planning, but now there was something more urgent than that.

 

In response to Kang Yichae’s question, I pointed upward.

 

“To meet the president.”

 

Everyone opened their mouths wide.

 

“T-To fight?”

 

“It’s because I have to turn it all over.”

 

“Hoyoon-ah, I’m sorry that you have to take the bullet.”

 


“…”

 

Ring!

 

[…Um… Umm…]

 

Even the system window, which had been sarcastic, was at loss for words and sighed at the naive members.

 

“It’s fine.”

 

I turned my head, grabbed the manager, and strode toward the president’s office.

 

The manager was restless, but he had to take care of his errands.

 

“You said you’ve fixed the contract, right?”

 

“Uh, t-that, it’s not a work that requires contacting the president…”

 

“I’m going to revise the entire plan, so I should go in and have a consultation.”

 

…was actually an excuse.

 

I needed to confront the president alone.

 

When I arrived at the president’s office, the president that I saw last time was still looking at the documents with a frown.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“Hello, this is Seo Hoyoon.”

 

“Ah…”

 

“Are you here to talk about the contract?”

 

The president narrowed his eyes.

 

“Yes, for that too.”

 

“Seriously.
Contact me next time.
You keep popping up all of sudden….”

 

It’s because I can’t trust you, asshole.

 

I couldn’t trust this damn enterprise where nothing was done even though there was only one month left until the comeback date.

 

As I stayed still, the president sighed and gestured to the manager.

 

“Contract.”

 

“Yes!”

 

The manager quickly brought it out behind me.
I sat in front of the president and quickly skimmed through the contract.

 

Usually, people in their early 20s and those who rolled into the practice room to become idols didn’t know what this was and stamped it first.

 

“I looked it up and found that there was no proper contract yet.
So I made it again according to the standard.”

 

The manager gave me a detailed explanation.
I asked after dryly flipping through the 10-page document.

 

“Did you tell the president that I’m going to overturn the plan?”

 

“Huh? Uh… I told him about it roughly, but…”

 

It seemed it had slipped through.

 

“You’re going to overturn the plan? Why?”

 

“It’s a waste of time.”

 

I watched the president frown.
He must be thinking it was just bravado.

 

Then the manager suddenly jumped in from next to me.

 

“Ho-Hoyoon isn’t just saying this! He brought a song from Blue Tiger!”

 

‘Ah, shit.’

 

I was going to use that at the critical moment.
He was trying to cheer me up, but he was clueless.

 

After giving the manager a cold glance, I turned to the president.
The president looked interested.

 

“From Blue Tiger?”

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