Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 256: Min Woo-seong was serious
Ha Eung Eung.
The conversation with her lasted longer in silence than in words.
‘Is smoking really that good?’
Though she herself wasn’t inclined to smoke, even Park Ji-o, a smoker, found it exhausting to watch her indulge for such a long time.
A long smoking session was a symbol of leisure.
If so, Ha Eung Eung was the most leisurely person Park Ji-o had ever seen.
[Is work going well?]
“Thanks to the efforts last year, I’m taking it easy this year. I bought a building.”
Her skills were better than expected.
Ha Eung Eung’s evaluation of Park Ji-o had risen.
[What instrument did you play?]
“I handle virtual instruments. I play on a keyboard and mix with a composition program.”
[Can that song also attack people?]
“Sometimes I use aggressive beats with a dark electro mix. The title track of the debut album of the idol group Superbeast, ‘Superbeast,’ is my song.”
[Sounds interesting.]
The conversation was somewhat unfocused, but Park Ji-o was simply happy to be having a conversation with a woman he wanted to impress with his interests.
There is no greater joy for a man than this.
“How about you?”
[It would be hard to perform live on the spot.]
“It’s the limit of electronic instruments.”
[Still, if you set up the tactics and equipment and amplify the sound by over twenty times, you could match the beat to a heartbeat and make it explode.]
“Haha, that’s a compliment, right? A beat so great it feels like the heart will explode?”
...How the conversation managed to hold together, Park Ji-o didn’t know, but they were both satisfied with it.
[We need a composer who can clash with Teen Enter.]
“Ah, that’s what it was? You’re asking me to sign a contract with Teen Enter after three months, without much care for the song, huh?”
[Have you already signed the contract?]
“As I said earlier, I’m on a break this year. No contract has been signed.”
[We’re not sure if our kids can sing well.]
“Haha. Aren’t you being too honest?”
[But they’ve got spirit. The judges say some have talent.]
If the determination to learn martial arts could be applied to singing as well, blooming talent would be no problem.
Ha Eung Eung truly believed this, and she wrote in her notebook leisurely while Park Ji-o thought her confidence was quite impressive in many ways.
“Those young folks are struggling because the adults are unable to hire guest lecturers. Just hearing it makes me mad. I’m happy to help out.”
[Please make it an aggressive song. I want to teach it to other students later.]
Their contract was successfully signed.
Park Ji-o stepped out of the smoking booth.
He greeted Min Woo-seong, who had been standing by the whole time.
“It’s cold outside; you’ve been working hard.”
“Park Ji-o?”
“Anything you need to say?”
“I just wanted to let you know, you should take half of what the Guild Master says with a grain of salt.”
“Excuse me?”
“Do not ever make a murder song that will burst viewers' eardrums and stop their hearts.”
“Ah. You have a unique taste. Is that a joke about American product manuals? Like not putting pets in the microwave or not putting children in the washing machine?”
“Absolutely not. Do you understand?”
“Haha. Would anyone really do such a thing?”
They were much closer than he expected.
Min Woo-seong swallowed his true thoughts.
He didn’t want to explain the “Martial Artist’s” line, which the Guild Master always says before doing something reckless, to someone who didn’t know it.
While Park Ji-o built memories smoking with Ha Eung Eung, Min Woo-seong had a collection of memories watching and cleaning up the aftermath of various incidents, standing by her side.
Those memories belonged to him alone and should not be shared with anyone.
The only woman who was unafraid of having the Teen Guild as an enemy: Ha Eung Eung.
Ha Eung Eung had asked him for a favor.
To clash with Teen Enter.
Such a daring act could only be done by a successful composer who had earned a fortune.
Park Ji-o thought that person could only be him, but sadly, reality was different.
“I thought I was the only one who would accept such a dangerous proposal.”
“It’s mutual, right? To think you picked such a playboy first. I’m disappointed in you, Eung Eung.”
Unfortunately for Park Ji-o, there was another composer who fulfilled that stringent condition.
A long-term tenant who used the music practice rooms, guitarist and composer, Jang Geon-young.
She was an A-class composer, whose skills in hit song competition were not inferior to his, and also someone he scored points with due to food.
“I don’t want to team up, but I’ll let it slide just for today.”
“You’re the one saying that, you playboy.”
As rivals in the competition to sell songs to famous agencies, the two didn’t get along well, but when a common enemy emerged, relationships tend to improve dramatically.
“Park Ji-o. Are you out of your mind? Didn’t you just take a break, and now you’re letting all your skills go to waste? Don’t you know accepting that commission from Teen Enter will get you kicked out? You might end up on an eternal break.”
“Geon-young, you’re into charity projects these days, huh? Giving songs to anyone. If you keep showing people how nice you are, it’ll be harder for you.”
The composers employed by Teen Enter began to irritate them, speaking cynically or sneeringly with faces that were hard to ignore.
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This composition mission wasn’t just about giving a song.
It was also about managing and overseeing how well the participants could perform the song, the direction in which they should sing.
‘How disgusting.’
Jang Geon-young, the second composer to answer Ha Eung Eung’s request, first scoffed at the arrogant attitude of the Teen Enter’s rookie composer.
She had already heard the inside story from Min Woo-seong and the PD in charge.
The powerful request from Teen Guild seemed like a legitimate demand, which the production team accepted, but the truth was that Teen Guild had set a trap.
It didn’t matter how well the participants worked with the guest lecturers or how well they could sing.
It was merely a revenge tactic for the blow the Haenampa had received from the Half-Demon Guild’s fighter.
“Kids these days can’t even do basic power plays. Right?”
“Don’t say that out loud. You’ll sound like an old fart.”
When Park Ji-o and Jang Geon-young helped the Haenampa participants, their spirits were lifted, and subtle threats began directed at the composers.
Unable to target Ha Eung Eung or Haenampa, the focus shifted to the young participants of Teen Enter, who were just over twenty.
The schemes by Teen Guild and Teen Enter were as childish and filthy as ever.
It was even more amusing because such high-handedness had been common for A-class composers like them in the past, who had survived just fine, and they knew how to handle it easily.
“Ah, you don’t know this yet, right? Teen Enter is quick to hire, but just as quick to replace. Let’s see... it’s been three years this year, and soon the assistants below will start taking all the good parts, right?”
“Come on, no such thing happens anymore. You’re not upset because I’ve been worrying about you, are you?”
“Upset? If you’re talking about after I kick you out, I wouldn’t be upset at all. Let me know when you’re out. I’ll buy you a drink.”
Jang Geon-young’s expression, as she went to irritate Park Ji-o, was really something to laugh at.
“You want to be embarrassed too?”
“Forget it. Anyway, I didn’t ruin my career, but you did.”
At Park Ji-o’s gesture, the composers who had been invited by Teen Enter gave a look of disdain and walked away.
“How are the kids doing? You saw them first, right, Park Teacher?”
Having briefly defended them, the address switched from "playboy" to "Park Teacher," which made Park Ji-o glance at Jang Geon-young in disbelief before replying.
“One’s excellent. Two are okay. The rest can’t do it.”
“Not many. They’re too few to compete with Teen Enter kids. We’ll need to team up.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted. A chance to score points with Eung Eung isn’t something you get every day.”
Rivals, but nonetheless, the two A-class composers recognized each other’s abilities.
At that moment, the competition that had been leaning heavily in favor of Teen Guild began to balance out.
Preliminary Round 2.
Composition mission with guest lecturers.
A vocal test to see how well the composers’ songs could be performed.
Haenampa participants, who were excellent in martial arts but weak in singing, were at risk of elimination, but thanks to Park Ji-o and Jang Geon-young’s help, the crisis was averted.
‘I don’t know whether I should like this or not.’
Min Woo-seong didn’t like the fact that Park Ji-o had helped them out of the crisis.
“Min Director~ The boiler’s broken, so it’s freezing in here.”
“I expected that, so I’ve prepared blankets. Use them until the repair is finished. Also, I’m not the director; I’m the guest host.”
“Tch. Teen Enter kids say the directors take care of them, but every time they get a chance, they try to break their spirit.”
“...From now on, you can call me Director Min.”
“Wow! Director Min is the best!”
The kids were naturally fond of Min Woo-seong, who had fought against Teen Enter’s schemes from the start, and thus, they followed him closely.
[Should’ve contacted sooner. Thanks for your help this time.]
The problem was Ha Eung Eung’s evaluation.
Was this just lip service, or did she really mean it?
Min Woo-seong, who rarely showed signs of distraction, lost focus and noticed the participants who had passed the second round exchanging glances.
“Director Min, you’re thinking about Guild Master, aren’t you!”
“...!”
“Hehe. You always make that face after hearing about Guild Master. Maybe you should take advice from love expert Kim Han-na!”
“Wow, no way, do you like the Guild Master? The forbidden love between Guild Master and the secretary! I can’t resist this!”
“Jisu, take a breath and speak...”
With their playful remarks, Kim Han-na, Haenampa’s rapper Ye Ji-soo, and the hard-working trainee Cha Ji-yeon kept Min Woo-seong in a state of self-reflection.
He had come to comfort them, but now he was receiving care from them instead.
It felt like he was failing at his protector role.
While Min Woo-seong reflected, Haenampa’s top three trainees were filled with motivation.
“Let’s listen to it.”
Though Min Woo-seong didn’t expect much from their advice, he threw out the suggestion casually.
“Yes! In my opinion, the quickest way to win Guild Master’s approval is to team up in the game!”
“That’s absolutely not happening.”
“Why not?”
Min Woo-seong’s refusal was much firmer than expected. There was a reason he felt so urgent about it.
“The Jumping Rabbit. I never want to make even a 1% chance of playing that devil’s game.”
Min Woo-seong was serious.
