The speakers inside the leisure area rang. Afterwards, Plotter’s voice imdiately spoke.
Team Seven flowers finished second in the practice room race. The mont the team reached the door to the practice room, the last team was still struggling with their logo. Watching them, at least Rayen could relax now that he knew that their logo wouldn’t be better than their own bouquet.
Finally, Plotter instructed them to enter the practice room. When they entered, Mr. Big News and his team who had entered ahead of them were nowhere to be found.
But what was the prize for the first and second placed team? Rayen glanced around, but there was nothing inside the practice room except for its usual equipnt.
Apparently there was no prize whatsoever.
"You have seven hours to practice your song vocals," Plotter said. "The copy of the song’s instruntal and with guide lody has been sent to your systems."
’In here?’
"The ti starts now."
"Why is this too sudden?" Rayen mumbled to himself.
anwhile, after Plotter’s voice ceased speaking, Adrian once again took leadership.
"Let’s morize our parts first," he said.
Everyone nodded. Just as they were just about to sit down and start practicing by themselves, the door to the practice room suddenly flung open. Rayen and the others lifted their heads to look in its direction.
"We’re the last team, ugh," the first one to enter grumbled.
Just then, she noticed that they weren’t the only ones inside the room. One by one, her other team mbers also entered. Noticing Ara’s gaze directed at sothing, they followed it and t eye to eye with the people already inside.
"... Why are you here?" Ara asked, perplexed.
"The sa goes to you," Adrian responded.
"Team IFY, you have less than seven hours to practice your song vocals," Plotter once again spoke through the speakers.
So, what was the punishnt for the teams that didn’t win the race? Having to put up with the other team’s practice. To be exact, they would share the sa cramped practice room with the other team while the first placer got to have their own room.
And that lasted for freaking 7 hours.
Rayen’s eardrums were on the verge of breaking because of the noise of the others screaming the high notes and rapping. He couldn’t focus at all with his own practice. After that hellish seven hours, Rayen thought it would be over, but Plotter’s annoying distorted voice once again rang throughout the practice room.
"You have seven hours to practice the dance choreography."
’Just how long are we going to film this private broadcast? Aren’t the Entities bored by watching us like this?’
Rayen checked his phone for the ti and gauged they had been filming for almost 9 hours. This was more than hectic. Who the hell made them practice an entirely new song and choreography for just seven hours?
He wanted to complain, but left with no choice, he stood up and gathered with his teammates.
’Now what? Do we have to also co up with a choreography ourselves within those seven hours?’
Thankfully, a choreography video had been sent to them just as Rayen was wondering about that. The song wasn’t too long, lasting about one minute and a half long. Only the highlight part of the song had been left blank for them to fill in with their creation from the race earlier.
But a seven hour practice for a decent performance? He didn’t know if what they could present right now could even be called decent.
Rayen felt like his head was spinning, already dazed because of exhaustion. For the only person in this group along with Ayumi to have C rank skills on dance, they had so much trouble learning the steps at the sa pace as others.
Xu Jiji, who had taken it upon himself to master the choreography within two hours and teach them, was also on the verge of sleeping while standing.
"Ehem, ehem. The broadcast is resuming," Plotter’s distorted voice announced on the intercom.
’Eh? Resuming?’
Did that an that their rigorous practice hadn’t been shown onscreen during the private broadcast? The participants also realized that. So, this filming would really go on for days?
’Ugh, I wanna sleep! At least give us ti to sleep!’
"Prepare to move up to the third floor."
"Jiji, we’re moving." Iris woke up the kid already snoozing among them.
Just then, Rayen felt his phone vibrate on his pocket. With a frown on his forehead, he pulled it out. His frowning face imdiately brightened upon seeing the words on his screen.
[Harjun gifted you a Revitalizing Drink.]
’It’s Mr. Harjun!’
Recalling back during the demon marathon, Harjun was also the one to send him a Revitalizing Drink. The mory was replaced by Harjun’s unreadable expression during their in person etings.
’’The stone-faced softie...’
Apparently, Sophie also had the sa thoughts as Rayen.
"Thank you!" Rayen mumbled when he saw an unmanned cara approaching him.
"Did you receive sothing?" Adrian asked, approaching the joyful Rayen.
As a way of answering him, Rayen summoned the Revitalizing Drink from his inventory, flailing it in front of the lazy writer before opening and chugging it down. Adrian chuckled and also summoned the sa thing as Rayen.
’Okay.’
Rayen decided to ignore him. Iris also received sothing but decided to give it to Xu Jiji instead.
’What a really kind person,’ Rayen thought.
By the ti Rayen finished his drink, they were transported to the next floor out of the blue. The participants glanced around the area. Different ga stations lined up in front of them, from shooting to duels to racing gas. This was the first ti Rayen had been here, and his eyes sparkled seeing the console in front of them.
’So, what are we gonna do here?’
Suddenly, a familiar short androgynous figure appeared in front of the participants.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlen," Plotter greeted. "Are you ready for the next ga? I hope you are. Do you know why you’re here?"
’Of course not.’
"Isn’t it obvious? Today, we’re gonna play!"
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