The Third Penalty Broadcast

It feels like my schedule has suddenly expanded.

No, it’s not just a feeling, it actually happened.

I had to do the penalty broadcast this Saturday, and a gift-making broadcast for Pepero Day was scheduled for the last week of this month.

Pepero Day is November 11th, so if you ask why I’m making them so early… Honestly, as a man, making these things feels a bit uncomfortable, and if I give them on the actual date, it might give me goosebumps.

Me giving Pepero gifts to men on Pepero Day?

Horrifying.

To prevent such an unfortunate incident, I’ll make them in the last week of October and ship them right away.

Then they should arrive to the selected viewers around November 2nd or 3rd.

After finishing that, there’s the JYC Entertainment audition on Saturday, November 6th.

Lastly, Wednesday, November 10th is Lark’s military enlistment date.

[Isn’t the last one irrelevant?]

‘What a heartless helper. When a friend is enlisting in the military, it’s only right to at least see them off.’

[Was he a friend? I thought he was 4 years younger than the manager’s original age.]

‘Shut up!’

Anyway, it feels like the schedule has become quite tight.

Still, it’s not burdensome.

No, rather, I feel motivated in this kind of environment.

Thinking about surprising viewers in the area I’ve been most disrespected in while broadcasting so far… namely, dance, gives me strength even when I’m exhausted from hard practice.

“It has to be different from the start. You need to capture attention. See how the thighs are tensed even though it looks relaxed at first?”

“Yes.”

“As soon as the music starts, lift your head strongly and bounce once, then lower your upper body while moving your right hand smoothly… You know what feeling I mean, right?”

After accepting the director’s proposal, the best teacher here has been working with me one-on-one.

I begged to start classes preparing for the JYC Entertainment audition right away, saying I’d work extremely hard, and was able to practice the Rolling Dance for three days.

“Bring your legs together while crossing your hands to the center! Then the connecting move! Open and close your chest… No, not like that. That kills the feeling. You need to bounce softly! Is that all you can do?”

The class was conducted quite strictly.

Completely Spartan-style… This is actually the kind of class I wanted.

My mental fortitude, trained through all kinds of personal insults from superiors at a black company, won’t crumble from just this much.

“On beats 6, 7, 8, right leg out! Then right arm forward and head tilted left!”

“Yes!”

The class had some occasional stumbling blocks, but it was much smoother than when I first started.

And soon it comes.

The highlight part of the Rolling Dance.

The song lyrics play naturally in my head.

-Tell me darling, that you love me!

-Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling.

After stretching both arms out, I rhythmically rotate my pelvis from right to left.

1, 2, 3, 4!

On the exact beat, I bring my hands together in front of my chest and slide them down.

Meanwhile, the pelvic movement continues without wavering.

Once again on the fourth beat, I stretch my hands up above my head.

The tightly clasped hands slowly come down, sensually brushing the back of my head, then passing in front of my chest to reach the waist.

Simultaneously, with a smoothly connected movement, I lower my posture and crouch down.

The basic pose of supporting my face with my left hand!

I looked at the teacher with somewhat proud eyes.

“Seems like you’ve got the basics down. But you’re still far off. The details are lacking. Why is the timing so awkward when you sit? And when you brush down below your chest, bring out a more seductive feeling.”

“Yes!”

The promised three days of time.

Preparations to surprise viewers are complete.

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I learned dance-related abilities and laid the foundations for a week.

Three days of intensive training to complete the Rolling stage.

And from Thursday, I entered practice for the JYC Entertainment audition as the teacher wanted.

You ask why I’m not practicing Rolling with Thursday and Friday left?

See for yourself.

-Is something big coming? Is something big coming? Is something big coming?

-So the number of Pepero is decided by today’s bet? 10 or 50?

-Noona, I want to eat Pepero. Thinking I won’t be able to eat Pepero is driving me crazy. Do you want to see me go mad!?

-The teacher already seems crazy.

I silently move to the center of the screen without a word.

The outfit is the wine-colored dress I wore on M Countdown.

Eye-catching platform shoes.

I made a salon appointment in advance for today and finished hair and makeup.

-Is this right? The atmosphere is insane ㄷㄷ;;

-Uh… Usually it was funny just taking a dance pose, but something seems different.

-Surely today’s broadcast title isn’t “Hani Hides Her Dance Skills”, right?

A stainless steel chair is placed in the center of the screen.

I quietly sit on it.

I make viewers anxious by throwing an indifferent gaze not at the screen, but far off to the corner.

I imagine today’s stage in about three breaths of quiet silence.

Shortly after, when the preset reservation time comes, the song starts.

Rolling by Brave Girls, which wrote the legend of reverse charting.

With the impressive finger-snapping sound of the intro, I lower my posture to follow it.

-I can’t forget that day, babe.

A seductive gesture of bringing together my slightly spread legs while sitting on the chair.

Simultaneously, I lift my head and gaze at the screen.

For an instant, viewers’ breaths stop.

An intense gaze that pierces the lungs.

-Your bright smile as you looked at me.

Bouncing my chest and standing up on the exact beat.

Slightly lifting my leg and brushing down my hair.

-As if bewitched, I’m fall in love.

Just like the lyrics.

A dreamy movement of slightly brushing up my leg.

Then I crouch down and lightly rest my arm on the chair.

-Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

-Is she a goddess? Is she a goddess? Is she a goddess?

-Mom, I want to be a chair when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a chair when I grow up! Mom, I want to be a chair when I grow up!

-I wanna you.

I lean my upper body on the chair and show a sensual movement of alternately stepping my legs from behind.

The chat is flooded with ‘ㅓㅜㅑ’.

The image of me as a poor dancer or robot dance that viewers expected at the start has long disappeared from their minds.

All that’s left are fans welcoming today’s stage full of reversals.

-My thoughts are all about you, I’m going crazy too.

I stand up from the chair and make a thrusting hand gesture forward.

And for the first time, I show smooth pelvic movements.

The chat is flooded with wave symbols, followed by a shower of water balloons.

‘This isn’t easy.’

Maybe because it’s the real thing, I feel more nervous and short of breath than during practice.

But I can’t stop here.

Although I can’t feel it in person, I could imagine.

The viewers’ enthusiasm and the cheers they send.

Eyes full of expectation towards me.

That was the driving force moving me.

-Tell me darling, that you love me!

I stand up on the chair.

Stretched out beautiful legs.

The effect of balanced body 3 helps, but the consistent exercise I’ve done for almost two months is also helping.

I quickly find my balance and stretch my hands left and right to prepare for the song’s highlight.

-Rolling Rolling Rolling Rolling.

The dance that has become Rolling’s trademark that everyone goes wild for.

I naturally bring out the pelvic movements the teacher emphasized most and the hand gestures changing with each beat, stealing viewers’ hearts.

The eye smile of Geobukjwa?

Honestly, I think that’s innate charm beyond appearance.

So I don’t try to forcefully imitate that.

Rather, I don’t smile.

An indifferent gaze, and an attitude of not having any interest.

-Killed it, killed it, killed it!

-We are living in the era of Hani!

-Noona, I apologize in advance. I’m watching the broadcast on my knees right now. I’ll write an apology on the board after it ends.

-I… My chest feels strange. My heart is pounding and trembling. Is this… love?

-That’s a myocardial infarction. Go to the hospital quickly first.

The first verse ends.

The song lyrics repeat.

And so does the dance.

Perhaps because of that, I can now enjoy the stage free from tension.

-I’m waiting like this!

Another highlight part.

As high notes pour out, the dance is dynamic.

One leg up on the chair and upper body slightly tilted back.

A groovy wave starting from that position.

-Bo-bouncing! Crazy! This is crazy!

-You’ll get blacklisted for that ㅋ

-Wow… Now I can only laugh. Was this really Hani hiding her power? ㅋ Pretending to be a complete dance idiot all this time for a big picture for today?

-The planning is crazy, crazy.

[Runhani has donated 5000 water balloons.]

-Runhani: It’s so good.

Even the chairman participates, pouring oil on the blazing fire.

An enthusiastic atmosphere that doesn’t know how to die down.

But the song has an end.

-I’m waiting, Babe. Just only you.

With the last lyrics, I finish by sitting on the chair with my legs slightly spread.

Not looking at the screen but gazing at the ground, that appearance looks precarious and lonely, making viewers’ hearts ache.

-Encore, encore, encore!

-We lowly viewers dared to misjudge Dance Goddess Hani-nim. I’ll go do a dogeza right away.

-From today, I’ll do 108 bows for a week in the direction of Hani-nim’s house. Please, just the Pepero…

-Ah;; That’s right. There was Pepero. How… This vote is crazy.

The stage was a great success.

Just over 2000 viewers unanimously praised it.

But what about the result of the vote with Pepero at stake?

“Hey! You conscienceless ones!”

-Ahem… We’re sorry.

-Yeah. We admit it. We’re really bad guys. We deserve to be cursed. How could we after seeing such a stage…

[Gangnam Octopus Legs has donated 5000 water balloons.]

-Gangnam Octopus Legs: Sorry. But I really wanted to eat Pepero.

The result of the vote was my defeat.

These wicked viewers throwing away their conscience for Pepero even after seeing such a stage!

As expected, viewers are devils.