Childhood Friend Who Sees the Future Utters Nonsense

55 – Bet on the festival!

The day after leaving behind the strange yesterday where I was not like myself and Han Yuna was not like Han Yuna.

“Oh, hello….”

“Uh, uh….”

Now, it has become routine to meet in the small hallway between the front doors rather than at the entrance to the apartment complex. On one page of the morning, Han Yuna and I awkwardly greeted each other.

When I think about it, nothing very dramatic happened yesterday, but it was especially difficult to look at Han Yuna’s face.

Perhaps it was the same for him as well, so he just glanced at me while waiting for the elevator to go up to the 17th floor, but didn’t say anything. It seems like the webtoon I loved so much was sent far away today.

“… ….”

“… ….”

We didn’t say a single word until we finally got on the elevator and left the apartment entrance. Today is the first time that I have felt this much difficulty in finding material in a conversation with Han Yuna.

“Oh, I’ll be busy preparing for the festival starting today. Right?”

“Well, I heard that Choi Min-seong also takes Kim Soo-bin to the PC room to practice.”

Meanwhile, she somehow came up with a story and spoke to me, secretly thanking Han Yuna for talking to me. If it weren’t for this, the awkwardly frozen air would have remained until we arrived in the classroom.

“If I tell you that I’m a senior in high school and go to a PC room, won’t my parents hate me?”

“You must have coordinated it yourself. “I heard before that Soobin Kim’s parents pushed her to become a professional gamer even when she was a challenger.”

“Really? “You are amazing.”

As expected, it was quite funny to see her eyes widen and her mouth open, probably because it was information I didn’t know.

I also strongly agree with that statement. Kim Soo-bin’s grades in school are not bad, but from her parents’ perspective, the fact that she can say such things just after hearing about her gaming ranking and a pro offer means that she completely trusts her child.

Anyway, thanks to this, the conversation opened up, and we were able to move on again, chatting about trivial things as usual. The awkward atmosphere that had been felt just a moment ago had disappeared completely.

“So, what are you going to do with practice? “If you practice at home, won’t the people downstairs say something because of the sound of the guitar?”

As she arrived at the crosswalk in front of the school gate, the question Hanyu asked reminded me of something I had not even thought about.

Well, originally I was going to practice at home, but now that I think about it, it might be a nuisance to my neighbors.

I heard that no matter how well the soundproofing of an apartment is, the sound of musical instruments leaks through more than expected. It is not uncommon to see cases of accidents occurring with neighbors due to this on SNS and other sites.

When I was in middle school and had just entered high school, I would play guitar at home without much thought, but that was only in broad daylight or before the sun set.

In order to practice, you will inevitably have to play late, and you won’t be able to stay at home holding the guitar until then. There must be something sharp about it.

“Well, I haven’t really thought about it…. Should I rent a studio for a few days?”

“Hey, are you crazy? “How much is the rental fee for that?”

“Is it very expensive?”

I brought this up secretly, but when Han Yuna criticized me quite harshly, I stopped and asked back in an embarrassed tone.

I don’t have any money anyway, so wouldn’t it be okay to borrow it for just a few days? It’s not like I open my hands to my parents.

“No matter how much money you make, it’s not good to spend it. “Better find another way.”

While she was murmuring inside, she ended up nodding her head when Han Yuna said something that seemed to have read my thoughts.

Now he even uses mind reading. It’s really scary, Lady Han Yuna.

“For your information, I plan to practice at the company.”

“What? What practice?”

Then, she made a V sign with both hands and my eyes widened as she said something that seemed to intimidate me.

I was not surprised by the company part, but by the practice part. When I heard that, it sounded as if Han Yuna was also participating in the festival stage.

“What kind of practice is this? Of course, it is practice for the festival stage.”

“… “You’re participating too?”

“Yes.”

But as I asked back with disbelieving eyes whether that was really true, she calmly nodded her head as if to say, ‘What’s your problem?’

A guy who is already so busy practicing for the company would take the time to practice for the festival stage? What kind of crazy thing is this?

“… Ah.”

At that moment when she was filled with doubts, a memory of her from a while ago suddenly passed through her mind.

I’m not sure, but for some reason. It suddenly occurred to her that if this guy had a sudden change of heart, it might be because of what happened back then.

***

What confirmed my intention to participate in the festival stage was Friday, the last day I attended after missing school for two days.

– I am submitting an application form for participation.

– Yes, come back.

After lunch, Park Si-yoon, who was sitting at his desk writing something, stood up, flapping his paper.

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From the moment I found out that it was an application for participation in the festival stage, something inside me began to stir and raise its head.

– Is Siyun okay with her hands looking like that? I’m worried.

– You’ll figure it out, okay? She says she’s doing it herself, so how can I stop her?

She was nervous on the inside because I completely agreed with what Soobin said, but on the outside she shrugged her shoulders, pretending not to care.

Not long after that, Park Si-yoon returned, Choi Min-seong joined us, and we again spent our lunch break as usual. After school came in the blink of an eye.

– Hey guys, we’re going to do choreography starting this week, is that okay?

– Call. What time shall we meet?

– I have no plans for tomorrow. Anytime is fine.

As I was packing my bags to go home, I heard the voices of several girls in my class sitting next to me chatting.

When I turned my head, I saw Jiyeon, the class president who had recently invited me to go on the festival stage with her, making plans to practice choreography with her team.

– Why? Do you want to go to the festival too?

– It’s not really like that….

At that moment, Park Si-yoon, who had already come to my desk and was standing there quietly, asked me my doctor, so I shook my head without hesitation.

I really didn’t have any intention of going to the festival. Even though this may be my last memory of high school, I think I have already left behind many memorable memories from school.

And going out on a festival stage isn’t the only thing that leaves memories. So, this time too, my plan was to be satisfied with just applauding my friends who shined on stage from the audience.

– Do you want me to go to the festival?

– Why? You’re busy anyway, and something like that happened recently, so do you have the presence of mind to go out?

– I wasn’t asking about my situation, I was asking what you thought, you idiot.

I scolded Park Si-yoon, who did not even understand what I meant, and glared at her.

– Um…. Well, if I had to be honest, I would like to see it at least once.

Then, it was Park Si-yoon who looked down at me for a moment, lost in thought, and eventually, after much deliberation, gave an answer. So I asked the question again.

– Do you want to see a s*xy dance?

– I fell asleep after talking bullsh*t again. What do I do when I see your s*xy dance?

– Why? Don’t you want to see a really s*xy dance performed by an idol trainee?

– Wow.

Park Si-yoon shook his head, pretending to vomit, as if he didn’t really mean it.

To be honest, I found it a bit embarrassing. Even though I’m not the s*xy one in our debut group, I have a s*xy side when I dance. To top it all off, Seungyeon even once said, ‘Yuna is the hidden s*xiest person in our group.’

– If you go out, I don’t know how to dance, but I would like to see you sing a ballad or a nice verse.

– Ballad? Why?

– Just. Why, among idols these days, there are people who are controversial about their singing ability. I think it would be cool to sing that song in advance as a moment of silence.

I don’t know what’s cool about it, but it seems like this idiot would rather listen to my singing than dance.

As we talked like that, the moment we reached the school gate, I heard a voice in my head that seemed to shout that there was no chance if I left here.

– Oh, wait. I left my phone behind.

– What? You haven’t lost it? Can you come with me?

– No, go home first. I have to go straight to the office today anyway, so I’ll go alone.

I heard Park Si-yoon’s voice from behind, shouting something and grabbing me, but she just ignored it and ran back to the main building of the school.

I arrived at the teacher’s office a month later, thinking that perhaps he had already left work. There, I saw my homeroom teacher organizing documents in a designated spot.

– Teacher!

– Huh? Yuna, didn’t you get off from school?

When the teacher asked me a question while tilting his head, I hesitated and then got to the point.

– Oh, hey…. I would like to receive one application form to participate in the festival. I have until this week, so can I apply now?

– That’s okay, but…. Do you want to participate too? Since Si-yoon already participated, I asked her if it was okay because of her hand.

– That fool is fine, but of course I am fine. I’m not even hurt.

I knew that that wasn’t what the teacher wanted to say, but I overdid my answer a little out of fear that he might stop me from participating in the festival.

– Yes, the application form is here, so you can fill it out right away. You’re busy practicing, so don’t overdo it.

– Yes!

As soon as the teacher gave permission, I immediately wrote down my name and field of participation on the application form.

This is the memory of that day.

On the outside, it may seem like a good action to grant Park Si-yoon’s wishes. But that’s not what I’m really aiming for.

“Park Si-yoon, let’s make a bet.”

“What bet again?”

I loaded up the message I had prepared towards Park Si-yoon, who was looking down at me dumbfounded.

“How about giving whoever has the lowest score on this festival stage everything they want for a day?”

“So you’re saying we’re going to make a bet for slave rights?”

Slavery rights? When you say it like that, it sounds a bit strange.

Anyway, I thought it wouldn’t matter what I called it, as long as I could understand the meaning, so I nodded. Then Park Si-yoon smiled and bent her raised thumb downward.

“Well, there’s no reason not to do it. “Are you really not going to cry and cry after losing?”

“You are.”

She laughed at Park Si-yoon, who was excitedly declaring war, as if it were ridiculous, and made her threats in the same way.

Make up your mind, Park Si-yoon.

It was like that before, but I really don’t plan on paying attention to this bet. Get ready to taste the true skills of prospective idols.