episode_0242

“”Wow!””

The loud cheers of the audience gathered in the theater were heard all the way to the waiting room.

Ella’s appearance on stage was currently being shown on the TV in one corner of the waiting room.

After a perfect dance performance, she was leisurely waving her hands and providing fan service.

It was literally fan service, and just now, fans started chanting Ella’s name on stage.

This is Ella when she was doing her main job.

Even though he always shows a passive attitude that makes his face turn red whenever he takes the initiative.

It was definitely different dancing on stage without any wavering.

It wasn’t just Ella.

Taesung, who seemed a bit awkward and had big reactions, showed a stable singing style on stage.

Kang Ryul graduated from the Department of Theater and Film, and recreated a scene from a musical on stage.

‘…Let’s just finish it safely.’

After roughly looking at the stage, I couldn’t help but realize.

I don’t think I’ll be able to function well here.

I decided to be satisfied if I could just elicit a moderate amount of excitement.

[Next are the best athletes in Korea!]

[This is Seonghan’s martial arts performance!]

“It’s Seonghan’s turn to go out.”

“…Yes.”

I followed behind the staff member, listening to his nonsensical explanation in Chinese.

The best athlete in Korea.

If a real athlete heard this, he would be extremely angry.

As I followed the staff to the back of the stage, I saw Ella wiping off her sweat.

“Huh, huh?”

“The stage was great.”

“Oh, thank you. You too… Fighting.”

The cheering on stage was timid again, and I liked it.

Since I was receiving support, I had to do the basics.

It’s a martial arts show.

I was worried about how Hong Kong people, who secretly take pride in this kind of thing, would react.

“You can go up now.”

I went up on stage with a prop, a stick, and an apple provided as a snack stuffed roughly into my pocket.

As the curtain slowly opened on the stage, my appearance was revealed.

“Wow, look at your body…”

“Since it was a Korean performing martial arts, I thought it would be a slightly thin man…”

“That’s right.”

“I think there used to be a martial artist like that.”

“Looking forward to it!”

The response was better than expected.

It seemed like this body had some impact.

Even when I was taking pictorials, I felt like it was worth doing a little bit of bulking up.

I first took the lottery ticket that I had won in the martial arts world.

That alone drew exclamations from the audience.

As the response was good, I felt like I was gradually easing my tension.

So far at least the response has been better than expected.

***

“Something…”

“Right?”

A man took a lottery ticket on stage.

That alone felt a little overwhelming.

Not only himself, but everyone in the audience would have felt the same.

I muttered it even though I knew it was nonsense.

“You really look like someone who jumped out of a martial arts novel.”

“Right? A bit, towards the villain side. Like a bandit or something.”

Unable to deny it, I smiled faintly at my friend’s words.

‘There’s no way a villain would take such a polite stance.’

I swallowed the rebuttal deep in my heart.

Your friend probably doesn’t know this, so you should just ignore it.

The man took out a large sword and began swinging it slowly.

“Oh…”

A faint exclamation of admiration rose again from the audience.

A heavy sound of wind cutting through the air was heard from Park Do, who I thought was just a model.

Listening to the sound of the wind, it seemed like it was a real sword, or at least a model, and quite heavy.

Otherwise it wouldn’t have such a heavy sound.

Men handled such pressure freely.

It also seemed to have its own flow, rather than being swung around haphazardly.

“Wow…”

“Look at that…’

This faint admiration was not a small admiration because it was not surprising.

It was because everyone was just holding their breath and staring blankly as if they were possessed by the sword.

I was watching it sparingly, even for moments of admiration.

‘I’ve never seen anything like this.’

He was a person who often went to see plays and performances.

What to hide.

As someone who goes to see many performances and plays, the ones I watch most often are martial arts and kung fu performances.

I used to go there more than 50 times a year.

Even for someone like me who deserves to be called an addict, that sight wasㅡ

‘It’s like a real martial arts show.’

It was definitely different from the martial arts performances of today that are closer to a show of strength or power.

Rather, it seemed closer to a sword dance.

Slurp, bang!

“Ugh!”

When he swung his sword for the last time, everyone held their breath as if they had been cut.

There was such pressure.

“Huh, hmm.”

The man looked at the quiet audience, cleared his throat, and moved on to the next action.

I took an apple out of my pocket.

That was the identity of the pants that were strangely sticking out.

“I guess he’s trying to cut an apple.”

“…Okay.”

A man holding an apple and a sword, and a martial arts performance.

Just by looking at it, I could picture in my head what kind of scene would unfold.

Maybe cut the apple in half nicely?

As expected, the man slowly threw the apple over his head.

And he swung his sword so vigorously that it felt a little exaggerated.

It was neat and fancy.

I felt two images that were difficult to coexist with at the same time.

A man caught an apple that had fallen slowly.

“…Are you okay?”

“Is this a waste of time?”

Leaving the roaring crowd behind, the man threw the apple again and swung his sword.

Crunch!

This time, he swung it in a graceful curve, and this time, there was a distinct sound of something being cut.

Still, the apple the man grabbed again was intact.

It seemed so.

“Uh, Uh…”

When he looked in the direction his friend was pointing, he saw the yellow part of the apple.

The yellow flesh of an apple, i.e.

“Did you cut the shell?”

Throw the apple into the air and peel it.

It was a feat I had never seen before.

“Wow…”

“Oh my…”

Everyone looked at the stage with expressions of bewilderment.

The man who had repeatedly turned the red apple yellow coughed and looked around at the audience.

The man, who had been tilting his head while looking at the audience who were blankly staring at him with nothing to say, suddenly put down his sword and held out his hand.

Bare hands with nothing in them.

He grabbed my hand and then let it go.

“Huh!”

There was ice.

And then when you clench and unclench your hand again-

“Magic?”

The ice was gone.

Without even a drop of water.

Perfectly.

“Suddenly magic.”

“Okay.”

The atmosphere that had been tense until just a moment ago was relieved in an instant.

Personally, I wanted to see more of the martial arts performance from earlierㅡ

“Wow!”

“Again! Again!”

At least the kids seemed to prefer this magic show.

With a feeling of inexplicable regret, she prepared cash to donate to the man.

The same was true for the friend next to him.

***

“Hoo…”

It was dangerous.

I never thought the reaction would be this bad.

If it weren’t for the final, all-out magic show, we wouldn’t have even heard the children’s cheers.

Just for that magic show, I used up all my ice magic, inventory, and even my internal energy.

“…If only I could get a donation for dim sum…”

Of course, it didn’t look easy.

Because children would never donate.

The staff approached him as he came down from the stage.

“It was good!”

“Ahaha… Yes… Thank you.”

I accepted the greeting with a bitter smile.

It was good.

If that had been the case, there would have been more cheers.

It was a well-deserved compliment from the staff.

Even when I was led into the waiting room, everyone applauded me.

“Brother! It really looked like a white horse.”

“…Not a white horse, but a heavenly horse.”

If you say it like that, it ends up having a strange meaning.

This guy doesn’t know anything about martial arts.

Still, I was grateful that Taesung tried hard to praise me.

He sat next to his partner Jessica, receiving applause.

“I knew it!”

“Haha…”

…Honestly, I thought Jessica would like it.

Because he was called the Northern Grand Duke or something.

Just watching me swing my sword would be so nice.

The performances that followed didn’t really stick in my head, except for Jinju’s performance.

No matter what, it seemed like it was a good stage because most of the stage was filled with cheers.

[You can donate as much as you want to anyone you want.]

[Thank you for coming today!]

“…What did you say?”

“…They ask for donations as they leave… and thank you for coming…”

Before I knew it, Jessica, Jinju, and I were sitting next to each other.

Jinju was also disappointed, saying that she had not been able to show much performance on stage.

Jinju studied Chinese diligently for a short period of time and read and explained to Hong Kong people about tourist attractions and culture that Koreans like.

In the announcer’s tone.

I think it was pretty good.

I hate to say this, but should I say that it makes people feel patriotic?

Hong Kong people also had proud faces.

But Jinju was actually very discouraged, saying that she had been cut a lot.

“Thank you all for your hard work today!”

The staff member opened the door and came in and thanked us.

We also applauded and the atmosphere became warm as we acknowledged each other’s efforts.

“… Okay, then. I will tell you the donations I received. The order is stage-by-stage. I will explain it in Korean currency for easy understanding. ”

This time, since it wasn’t really a competition, the rankings based on donation amount were not disclosed.

It was a blessing in disguise.

“Kangryul 200,000 won. Ella 400,000 won.”

“Oh…”

Most received between 100,000 and 200,000 won, with Ella alone receiving twice that amount.

And then it was my turn.

“Seonghan 800,000 won, Jinju 500,000 won.”

I looked at Jinju with a surprised expression, and Jinju looked at me with her mouth open.

what?