Save a Failed Idol’s Life Chapter 185:

I had no answer to how I could follow him so quickly… except that I had practiced countless tis beforehand.

But if I said that, I would cause a commotion around . I glanced at Yu-geon’s face to gauge his intentions.

He was twenty-three in reality… so he must be twenty-one now. He hadn’t eaten any broadcast material yet, so he still had a less flashy and mature impression.

If Kang Yu-geon, who was in his second year of debut, was a top-notch visual among celebrities, then he looked like a handso person among ordinary people now.

I wondered if there was soone as handso as him among my classmates, he still had a plainness that made understand why Kang Yu-geon was called a first love scam.

‘Of course, with a face like this, he would debut at a young age and beco a celebrity. There wouldn’t be any among ordinary people.’

As I stared at him silently, he scratched his neck awkwardly and added.

“Ah… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by acting friendly all of a sudden.”

He seed embarrassed and awkward, even though he knew it. When I t him after his debut, he acted as if he had five iron plates on his face.

Was he not much different from a normal twenty-one-year-old at this ti? I quickly shook my head and answered.

“No, it’s okay. I was lucky to catch the familiar movents.”

If I could use my fate skill freely, I could pretend to be a hidden talent, with a lot of confidence in my shoulders.

But I had no points, I was only a little better than ordinary people in terms of face and dance, and the rest was nothing but a mouthful of talent.

Besides, I was the type who gained favor with a diligent and hardworking attitude, not the ability to captivate people with a great sense of humor in entertainnt.

In other words, I had nothing to boast about at this level.

“I’m so jealous. They say you only practice the opening song for the first week after entering. You can have fun, right?”

That’s not true. I guess I would have an advantage over other participants, but the routes would be different.

“Not really. I didn’t learn the whole…”

As I was about to make an excuse that I hadn’t morized it, the bus door opened and the driver ca out and started to guide the participants.

“Hurry up and get on! We’re leaving in five minutes!”

“Ah.”

Then Yu-geon moved along the line first and naturally found an empty seat and tapped the seat next to him and called .

“Here, here.”

What the… why are you acting friendly? I felt awkward and couldn’t sit down easily. But it wasn’t like sitting next to soone else was comfortable either…

‘I want to go quietly.’

I shouldn’t have a useless conversation and say sothing like you’ll debut later, which would be a future prophetic nonsense.

I didn’t want to be seen as a person with no social skills, but I decided to just answer what I was told and pretend to sleep.

I sat down next to Yu-geon with a slight hesitation.

“By the way, how old are you?”

As the passengers settled down and the driver prepared to leave, Yu-geon showed interest in again.

“?”

I pretended not to hear him, even though I understood him. Yu-geon nodded his head and answered.

“Yes. You look like a student.”

You look like a student too, dude. I swallowed the words I couldn’t say and answered awkwardly.

“Nineteen.”

“Ah, you’re the younger one. You can talk casually to , okay?”

Yu-geon said without any hesitation, and I nodded slowly, feeling awkward to refuse.

“You too, talk casually to .”

I didn’t really want to get close to him here. All I had to do was avoid the first round of elimination. I didn’t want to build a thick friendship with him and create a variable later.

“Yeah, well…”

Why is he acting so friendly for no reason? I tried to deflect his words without looking weird and looked out the window. We were getting farther away from Seoul.

After about 30 minutes of driving, we got off the bus and arrived at the waiting room for the participants. That’s when I found out why he was doing that.

“Wow…”

In front of the huge auditorium-like space, there was a huge stage set, and on the opposite side, there was a space where we could sit on the stairs.

‘That must be… the thing where we sit according to our ranks and look down.’

We were evaluated by the grades that the production team had selected, and we had to sit in the designated floor according to our grades and choose the seat that matched our own rank.

It seed like it would be advantageous to confidently take the highest rank in your grade…

‘But it’s not that easy.’

That rank was just an event to show the participants’ confidence to the viewers. The actual rank was determined by the judges.

In other words, even if I thought I was first in my group and took the front seat, I would soon be sent back to my original position with the announcent of ‘We will announce the real rank!’

‘No one knows right now.’

I frowned, feeling dizzy at how much disappointnt and chaos would co after the grade evaluation was over.

“All participants, please receive the dormitory kit at the entrance, wear the uniform, and sit in the waiting room by 8 o’clock.”

While I was looking around for a mont, a bag-like pack was handed to .

“The dressing room is over there?”

I was stunned by the overwhelming beauty of the place, and Yu-geon took to the dressing room.

“…”

Of course, there was no such thing as a delicate partition in the dressing room where only n were cramd.

“What are you doing? If you want to sit in the front row, you better finish getting ready and go out.”

With that, Yu-geon casually changed his clothes. Looking around, the other participants seed to have the sa idea and were hurriedly changing their clothes.

“Oh, yeah.”

I thought it wouldn’t be good to be late, so I tore the kit and checked the contents. I was speechless for a mont.

‘Is this… a school uniform?’

They weren’t the only ones appearing here, but I couldn’t understand why they gave us school uniforms as uniforms.

“What are you doing?”

As I stared blankly at the sky-blue checkered school uniform, Yu-geon, who had already put on his top, looked down at with a curious expression.

“No, I’m just tired for a mont.”

Yeah. Compared to the apocalyptic clothes that Cheon Ise wore before I possessed him, this was much better.

I sighed and took off my coat, putting on the school uniform for the first ti in almost 20 years.

“Wow. Unexpected.”

Then, Yu-geon, who had already tidied up his clothes, joked as if he was joking.

“What is it?”

He was about to say sothing silly again. I asked him with full caution, knowing that he had a grudge against from two years later.

“Just. You looked like you would be skinny from your face.”

Was he surprised that I had a good body despite my appearance? I was slightly shorter than Cheon Ise, but I had a decent physique because I had to do hard work from a young age, unlike those kids who grew up nicely at ho.

You could be like this too if you carried 20kg rice bags and cabbage boxes. I erased the sentence that sounded sarcastic and answered casually.

“I’m not that well-grown.”

And just then, the other trainees who arrived a bit late poured in, leaving no ti to talk more. I had to quickly change and get out.

“Now, back to the waiting room…”

I was about to say that I had to go, when I saw the face that I had seen at the audition hall walking towards the dressing room behind .

Damn. I didn’t want to be bothered by those extroverted people who acted friendly for no reason.

I wondered if I should lower my head quickly, but he recognized faster.

“Hey! It’s number 100 hyung that I saw at the audition hall.”

As soon as he shouted, the other participants around turned to look at .

“What’s number 100?”

“Didn’t you see him because you left early? He learned the opening song on the spot and perford it in front of the judges.”

“Oh, that was number 100? He looks pretty plain for soone who did that.”

The words that the participants threw at as they passed by scratched my nerves.

Plain? Maybe by today’s standards, but I was pretty good-looking when I was your age.

It was a random latte remark, but it was not wrong.

When I worked part-ti at a at restaurant, there were quite a few college students who asked for my contact number, thinking I was one of them.

They were shocked and scared when they found out I was a minor and a dropout.

Of course, it was obvious that I couldn’t compare to the likes of Seon-woo, Kang Yu-geon, Cheon Ise, or Son Seong-won, who boasted S-class looks.

They were originally… face-eating bastards, so they were not comparable.

I was distracted for a mont, but Park Junki quickly apologized, feeling conscious of the attention he drew to .

“Ah, sorry. Everyone is looking at us.”

I just wanted to go back to the waiting room as soon as possible.

“No, it’s okay. Thanks for saying hello. I’ll go to the waiting room first, so good luck.”

Yu-geon, who was a few steps ahead of , winked at as if he was waiting for . I was grateful and not so grateful at the sa ti.

“Oh, you have a friend. Yeah! Good luck!”

As we headed to the waiting room with two people who acted like they knew us, the front seats that were well captured by the cara were already taken.

“The front seats are all taken. Then, how about here?”

We sat side by side in the next best seats and waited for the start. Soon, a staff mber ca and handed us a small pouch, a na pen, and a na tag.

“As we have inford you in advance, you have to submit your phone during the filming. In case of an ergency, I will give it back to you right away, so don’t worry.”

I thought using the phone was not allowed because we couldn’t use external SNS, but I didn’t expect them to physically take it away.

I was surprised by the unexpected situation for a mont. Yu-geon checked the lock on his phone first and turned it off and submitted it.

What if sothing bad happens? It was a human rights violation, but no one dared to protest.

It was inevitable. The production team was the absolute authority for those who had gathered with the dream of debuting, and the participants had no choice but to follow their orders.

As I looked around the waiting room where everyone had handed in their phones and wore the sa clothes, I felt a chill.

“…”

I wondered if this was okay, watching from the viewers’ perspective. Were they all fine with this, or were they just enduring it because they had to? Or were they putting up with sothing that wasn’t okay?

I was there, in the midst of the scene filled with questions.

“The shooting will start soon! Anyone who needs to go to the bathroom, please hurry up!”

The long waiting ti was over. The stage lights ca on, and the ntors I had seen on the audition day took their seats one by one on the judges’ panel across from the waiting room.

“Wow… They’re still amazing, even seeing them again.”

As everyone was buzzing, the choreographer in his thirties recognized sitting in the waiting room and waved his hand to greet .

“Who is that guy? Why is the ntor acting like he knows him?”

His eyes sparkled as if he expected to do well again. Ugh, I’m screwed. That short sentence popped into my head.