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    Chapter 115

    Chapter 115

    Raise Three Idols Well And They’ll Launch a Confession Attack.

    Episode 115: You Stand Up Too!.

    I trembled at the overwhelming sight and asked Oh Yoori.

    “Yoori, what on earth did you teach Gyeoul?”

    Then Oh Yoori, unusually flustered, replied.

    “No, no, I want to ask that too. There’s no way I could teach her something like that! I don’t even know if that’s something that can be taught in the first place.”

    “…That’s true; it doesn’t seem like something you can teach.”

    As she said, Gyeoul’s current appearance didn’t seem like something that could be achieved through short-term learning.

    “Girl 100 has left no other relationships among humans besides stark self-interest and cold ‘cash payments’! They have tainted a sacred space that should shine through effort and talent with the logic of capital and power!”

    ““Unity! Unity!””

    “Girl 100 has reduced the dignity of trainees to a mere exchange value and replaced the trainees’ freedom with nothing but the shameless freedom of commerce!”

    ““Unity! Unity!””

    “I, Han Gyeoul, publicly declare that the purpose of the trainees can only be achieved by overthrowing the oppressive order of Girl 100 through revolution! Let trainees of all nations make the ruling class of Girl 100 tremble before the revolution!”

    ““Waaaaah!””

    I stared blankly at Gyeoul, who was bravely rallying the spirits of the trainees.

    Her characteristic cold gaze seemed to have found its place, making Gyeoul look like a revolutionary with both charisma and leadership.

    “……”

    Surely, there was Gyeoul, but the natural-born nerd I knew, who struggled to speak to others, took ten deep breaths before timidly saying, ‘Hello,’ was nowhere to be found.

    What was before me was just one revolutionary warrior, Gyeoul, waving her red headband and leading 99 trainees down the path of revolution.

    …What the heck, give me back my nerd Gyeoul.

    “Good job! Gyeoul! Break Girl 100!”

    I looked down at the floor where an excited voice could be heard.

    Due to vote manipulation, Kim Yujin, the main dancer of Counter from Neulbom Entertainment who had secured a spot in the 11-member debut lineup, was lying on the ground and crawling while filming Gyeoul.

    Her clothes had dragged on the floor, exposing her abdomen, but she didn’t care at all and continued to crawl on the ground like a snake.

    Feeling dizzy from the sight, I thought it would be easier to talk to her than the other trainees shouting unity with headbands on, so I squatted down, met her gaze, and asked.

    “Hey, Yujin, can I ask you a quick question?”

    “Oh? You’re Gyeoul’s manager! Then you’re not a stranger! I’ll tell you anything you want.”

    Her overly friendly demeanor made me wonder if this was alright, but at least she seemed cooperative, which was a relief.

    “Why is Gyeoul doing that over there?”

    Kim Yujin replied while keeping her eyes on the smartphone recording.

    “Well, it’s because Girl 100, the evil bourgeoisie oppressing the proletariat, objectifies the trainees only in terms of capital value while monopolizing the means of production and refusing to communicate. So, our great leader Han Gyeoul has begun to lead a revolution for the trainees in crisis!”

    What kind of nonsense is this?

    “Where did you learn that?”

    “Gyeoul taught me! Thanks to her, I’ve been reborn. I realized my mission! I was not born to be an idol, but to leave this great step in history!”

    …Did Gyeoul know how to brainwash people too?

    “So, are you planning to record this video and later edit it to use as a statement?”

    “Editing? I don’t know how to do that!”

    “Then why are you filming it?”

    Kim Yujin’s eyes sparkled with a hint of madness as she spoke as if it were obvious.

    “Well, it’s to broadcast this great sight live!”

    “…What?”

    I finally checked Kim Yujin’s smartphone that was filming.

    The video was being broadcast live on the streaming platform.

    I hurriedly opened the smartphone to check if it was really broadcasting.

    Bingdari- Oh, I finally saw it.

    MatthewMatthewHomeMatthew- Manager, unity!

    ZEZE- Unity!

    SkyBlueLover- Unity!

    Seodangdang- Aah, I want to be Gyeoul’s manager too! I want to shout unity while watching Gyeoul live!

    CosmicSupremeBeautyGyeoul- I hope Gyeoul unites with my gallbladder juice too.

    Sydney, the capital of Australia- Wow, there are a lot of crazy girls today.

    Park Dong-sik- Unity!

    “…..”

    I checked the real-time viewer count and was astonished.

    The number of viewers was beyond cable TV level, reaching a social level watching Gyeoul’s revolution show. The more terrifying thing was that the number kept increasing.

    Sitting beside me and staring blankly at the screen, Yoori whispered so that the smartphone wouldn’t pick it up.

    “…Team Leader Seon, isn’t this a huge mess?”

    “…I think we can use this, so it doesn’t have to be viewed that way. I’m feeling dizzy too.”

    While we looked at each other with a distant feeling, wondering where to start with this, Gyeoul began to sing in her clear, pure voice that embodied a girl’s beauty.

    “Are you listening? The song of the angry masses.”

    …Why is she singing so well?

    If Oh James were here, he would probably give her a song, and the peak of Gyeoul’s vocals happened to explode here.

    “The cry that we can no longer live like slaves.”

    The trainees, wearing headbands, couldn’t let Gyeoul sing alone and started singing together.

    ““When the heartbeat rumbles and resonates like a drum, tomorrow will dawn, and a bright morning will come!””

    With idol trainees gathered, the song conveyed an unnecessarily high-quality harmony, reminiscent of a musical.

    The chat room was buzzing, praising that magnificent performance.

    zin-A park- This is it! This is why we revolutionize.

    SkyAbove- Kraaak! The revolution is overflowing!

    MaleMosquito- Let’s go for a citizen revolution.

    sin07- Gyeoul, crush Girl 100! Crush MNet! Crush South Korea! Crush the universe!

    Judgment- …What, how far do you want to break this?

    MildSeven- Unity!

    CosmicSupremeBeautyGyeoul- I wish Gyeoul would secrete something else instead of insulin into my pancreas.

    InsectKick- Please block the girl above in the chat.

    CYAN- But how are they allowed to do that? Isn’t the agency stopping them?

    598mm- Well, it’s a revolution 😉

    Seo A-chan- Watch the news. Because of this vote manipulation, the agencies decided to align with MNet and set positions, allowing such things.

    Adabombing- Fact. None of the agencies have announced their stance yet.

    SevenSword- Yujin, Gyeoul’s manager is next to you. Ask them how this situation is playing out.

    …I don’t know either.

    At that moment, noticing us hidden among the trainees staring blankly at the real-time comments, Gyeoul called us with a brave and resolute voice.

    “You two squatting there, stand up! You too!”

    Since Gyeoul didn’t call our names, it seemed she couldn’t recognize us with our faces covered.

    She probably thought two trainees were slacking off.

    “Is she calling us?”

    “Yeah, it seems like it.”

    “What should we do? Should we run away?”

    The fact that Yoori mentioned running away first among many options made it clear she was quite flustered.

    “No, there’s no reason to run away. Let’s just stand up.”

    “…Okay.”

    In the countless gazes of the trainees looking at us, Yoori and I stood up quietly.

    Gyeoul looked around the crowd and said resolutely.

    “To overthrow Girl 100, which oppresses the trainees, not a single trainee must—”

    As she was speaking, realizing who we were, Gyeoul’s words halted, and her pupils widened.

    The red headband wrapped around her head slipped down.

    And she, who was slightly gaping, spoke in her usual timid voice.

    “…Aah, Taeyang-ssam?”

    You’re back! Our nerd.

    Holding the red headband in my hand and sweating, I asked Gyeoul, who was glancing at me nervously.

    “So, what happened?”

    “……”

    “Don’t hesitate to speak freely; it’s not like I’m going to scold you.”

    …I need to know something first to come up with a plan.

    “Well…”

    What followed was the miraculous tale of the revolutionary warrior Han Gyeoul.

    She highlighted common elements and goals between the opposing trainee groups to mediate the conflict and established Girl 100 as a clear external enemy, leading the trainees to not just unite but to bond together.

    Moreover, she succeeded in drawing out this common voice. It would be impossible to incite the trainees better than what Yoori mentioned.

    …Although it was somewhat red.

    “But how did you, who needs to run a 30-minute simulation in your brain to talk to a stranger, manage that?”

    “I wanted to reference some incitement, so after watching great revolutionaries and their histories on AllTube, I wanted to be like them, put on this headband, and somehow courage surged up… and before I knew it, it turned out like this.”

    “…No, a person can’t change 180 degrees just because they put on a headband, right?”

    Nevertheless, I put the red headband back on Gyeoul, hoping it might help.

    “Just wearing a red headband doesn’t change a person. But if the proletariat unites…!”

    I took off the headband.

    “Ugh, what am I saying…?”

    I put it back on.

    “But even I have comrades who are oppressed, so I must step up! To stop Girl 100’s ambition to reduce the dignity of trainees to exchange value…!”

    I took it off again.

    “Ugh, I want to go back to my dark room with Ryuko-chan.”

    …This is a bit amusing.


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