Save a Failed Idol’s Life Chapter 245:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: NicoleTempest

Chapter 245

“Who are you…?”

Yu-geon asked with a surprised look.

“Do you know Ise hyung?”

Of course I do. But I had no need to explain everything to Yu-geon, and even if I did, he would think I was crazy.

“Uh, yes.”

I felt a faint hope that he might rember if I looked at him longer.

But I decided not to cling to a vain wish and turned to leave. That’s when Yu-geon grabbed my wrist.

“Hey, wait a minute.”

“…?”

I narrowed my eyes and looked up at him. He gave a strange expression, as if he was puzzled.

“Why do you look so familiar? Have we t sowhere before?”

I drew a clear line.

“We saw each other once at the entrance of the officetel.”

“Not that.”

“That’s all.”

He then scanned carefully, as if he was dissecting . I felt a chill run down my spine from his piercing gaze, as if he had survived the fierce entertainnt industry for nothing.

“Hmm~. Why can’t I rember? Your face and your way of speaking are so familiar.”

I pushed his hand away with disgust. What kind of pick-up line was that? Gross.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

As I was about to shake him off and turn away, the status window that had been neglecting its duty popped up.

[You have a system function available. Do you want to check it?]

[Yes/No]

What? All of a sudden? The thing that had been quiet all along suddenly appeared and showed a notice. I couldn’t erase my doubt, but I decided to check it anyway.

‘Yes.’

Then a red-lettered item description window appeared.

[>Special Item]

[Data Transfer Right]

[Limited Function Only]

It was the item that I had asked about before, sothing that prevented data damage in case of an error.

‘What happens if I use it?’

[You can partially transfer a copy of the data you want to transfer to another storage.]

‘…!’

It was a very tempting function that I heard for the first ti in a long ti.

[Due to the limitation of the function, you can only transfer data less than a week in real ti.]

anwhile, the system screen kept flickering and shaking, as if it was trying to recover and didn’t have enough power to show the notice.

‘Do I have to think about what will happen if I can’t use this either?’

If I wanted to give soone my mories from the virtual idol days and ask for their cooperation, honestly… Hwijin was more suitable than Yu-geon.

Because… he had more influence, I guess. Yu-geon had a hard ti working with the staff in a friendly manner because of the schedule disruption during the Floss days. ṟἈŊȱΒË𝙨

When he was in Floss, he was the undisputed top star and did so well that he usually got the upper hand and ca in first.

But people who didn’t know the situation probably saw him as a ‘star who went wild with popularity’.

Even if Offbeat was doing pretty well, it would be difficult to have the sa influence as he did in the Floss days.

‘Well… there are one or two celebrities who changed their attitude after the project group disbanded.’

From what I heard, there were rumors flying around like gossip, and Yu-geon was treated as a bit of a downgrade.

There were even staff who wouldn’t even greet him.

So it would be better to save it and use it when I had a chance to et Hwijin later, rationally speaking.

‘But will there be a next ti?’

He was a person I could hardly et again unless I ran into him by chance.

I was just an unregistered teenager who didn’t exist in this world in the first place.

If I followed him to so schedule next ti, the staff and security would block .

I paused for a mont, stopped walking, and thought about it. Then I turned back to Yu-geon.

His eyebrows twitched with a smug look that made want to slap him.

‘…’

I was annoyed, but this was not the ti to argue.

‘I’ll use it.’

As soon as I said that, the status window flashed and disappeared. At the sa ti, Yu-geon clutched his head as if he had a headache.

“Ugh. My head suddenly…”

He tilted his head in confusion and looked at again.

“Why do I suddenly have this strange mory… or is it not? What is this?”

He seed to be bewildered by the contrast between his experience on the idol stage in reality and the mory that was unexpectedly transmitted to him.

I watched Yu-geon for a mont and then opened my mouth with a sigh.

“I told you to ask for help anyti, right?”

Then let’s take that help now.

Yu-geon, who had been relaxed until a while ago, frowned and asked.

“Who are you, exactly? Why… no…”

He looked puzzled, as if he had dread of a mory that was different from his own reality.

I didn’t have anything to say, even if it was a bit an. It was nice to see that annoying guy, who wasn’t crying or anything, just looking dumbfounded with a lot of questions on his face.

I snickered and laughed with a deflating sound.

“I’m the person who saved you three tis.”

It was ti for the spring weather to start, but it was unusually cold.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

A little while ago, Yu-geon was lying on the sofa, enjoying a brief break in the tense dorm.

“ow!”

The cat with a spotted pattern didn’t like Yu-geon taking up the sofa and cried out loudly.

“Hey, why. Don’t chase away, too.”

Yu-geon grabbed the cat by the armpit and lifted it up, and the cat struggled fiercely as if to say, where are you touching?

“Co on.”

Yu-geon cald the cat down by stroking its forehead to the top of its head, and the cat, who had softened, climbed up to Yu-geon’s chest and curled up.

The cat seed to like the warm human cushion, and for once, it beca obedient and growled softly.

It was already the third day since he had stayed at the Climax dorm. He had gotten used to it to so extent, but it was still awkward.

‘Wasn’t there a dog, too?’

He asked the other mbers, and they said it was a dog that Ise had brought in from the beginning, and when he asked why he didn’t see it anymore, he said he had sent it sowhere else on his own and got angry.

Even Yi-jun, who usually didn’t fight with Ise, got mad at him for being so irresponsible.

‘I can’t believe he would do that…’

He was not the kind of person who would casually abandon a dog, not a person, with a sense of responsibility that was more than twice as strong as others.

‘Is he really a split personality or sothing?’

If not, how could a person change so much? Yu-geon wondered, but he couldn’t figure out what the problem was because he couldn’t reach Ise.

‘I don’t know if he can’t do the activities because he’s sick, ntally or physically,’

The only thing that was clear was that if he left it like this, most of the things that Cheon Ise had done would be in vain.

Climax, Offbeat, and Swift would still maintain their reputation if they went back to WePlanet, but

The salad funding and the composition label that he had been pushing for himself were almost certain to collapse.

And that was the sa for Cheon Ise’s reputation.

‘Co to think of it, his reputation wasn’t that good a year ago.’

Hwijin didn’t seem to believe him when he said that Cheon Ise had changed.

He brought the dog after that.

‘Hmm…’

He wasn’t sure or suspicious that he had a split personality.

But it was a situation that was hard to explain otherwise.

Even if it wasn’t a split personality, there must be so other disease that made his personality go back and forth. Yu-geon shrugged his shoulders and sat the cat in a corner of the sofa and got up.

‘Let’s go to his house for now.’

He said he had moved from the officetel to his ho. It was a situation where he expected to be turned away at the door, but he knew the address and phone number that he had received through the manager.

‘Even if I hadn’t received it from the manager, honestly, everyone in the country would know where the Cheon Soo Group family lives with one search.’

He called the house first and a middle-aged woman who said she was his mother answered. He said he wanted to visit him and she gladly said he could co.

He sighed deeply and changed into his outdoor clothes and called a taxi to go down to the parking lot. His steps were not light at all.

He drove for about 30 minutes and paid the taxi fare and got off. What kind of house is this big? A huge mansion appeared.

‘He was a much richer son than I thought.’

Well, it was Cheon Soo Group, so it was obvious. He was surprised by his frugal lifestyle and lack of luxury, unlike a rich son.

He took a short breath and was about to ring the doorbell when soone opened the door and ca out.

‘Who is it? Did another mber say they would visit first?’

He wondered and checked his face.

He was engulfed by an inexplicable sense of familiarity. A neat face that looked gentle but also stubborn. It wasn’t the flashy face that you usually think of when you think of an idol, but his features were clear and he looked sincere, making him look like he would be popular.

And then, a mont later, strange mories flashed through my head like a carousel, accompanied by a terrible headache.

“Who are you? Why… No…”

What’s going on? I couldn’t understand what was happening in my head.

Then, a familiar-faced male student chuckled and answered with a smile.

“The person who saved you three tis.”

What nonsense is this? But I vividly rembered myself telling him confidently to ask for help anyti.

But that couldn’t be. When I was filming for My Idol Stage, I shared a four-person room with only one other person, and he was eliminated in the first round of re-evaluation, so I was forced to move to another room after that.

And in that room, I was at the center of the argunt, and all kinds of trivial scenes were aired like clips.

Why? I kept seeing a blurry scene of him standing next to Hwijin.

I beca friends with Hwijin after the final debut mbers were confird.

There was no way that the three of us had shared a room.

But why did I rember it so vividly…

“…”

Why did I feel like crying?

“Let’s go sowhere first.”

The male student, who looked younger than , casually spoke in informal language and caught the snowflakes.

He acted as if he was very familiar with this situation.

“No… What is this…”

“Let’s just go sowhere and sit down and talk. It’s going to be a long story.”

With a faint sigh, Yu-geon was dragged out to the street with his wrist held tightly. He had a better physique than him, but his grip was so strong that he couldn’t resist.

“Wait…!”

“Never mind that, let’s just go sowhere.”

Clang, Yu-geon was dragged into a random cafe nearby and quickly put on his hat and sat down in a separated seat.

“Who are you?”

When he asked for the second ti, the male student spouted nonsense again.

“The person who brought you out of the ergency stairs and put you on stage, who comforted you when you ran away and felt depressed, who went to Jeju Island and brought you back on a dawn flight.”