Dragon’s Legacy

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“I got a pretty good ad this time. It's an advertisement for a car, and he asked me to take it.... ”

The celebrity spoke to Sojin and grabbed his shoulder. Then the exhaustion flinches and pulls back. The face is full of embarrassment.

“Sojin!”

The poem came into the waiting room to cut off the flow and shouted straight to Sojin. He's pretty grumpy.

“Ah! Is the Pope here? ”

“Oh, brother! ”

Sojin and Silver, who were listening to what the man said, greeted him with a big smile as they watched the situation. It was a dramatically different face from what the male celebrity was saying next to him.

“Yes, Sojin. I was here for a while before the recording. ”

“Oh my God, I can't see. ”

The poem replied only to exhaustion. He said with a pretentious look, whether it was because of the people around him, that only his mouth was smiling and cold air was gushing out of his eyes.

“Haha. No way. ”

“I knew I'd never see me again. ”

“As soon as I got here, I saw Eun Bi first, but I was a little embarrassed.... I'll be the first to say hello from now on. ”

“Oh, you speak so well. ”

The poem said it quietly, but I still looked relieved to see if he liked it.

Sojin gazes at the mysterious silver with varying expressions. He never made a face or acted on the secret he knew. Suddenly, I thought to myself why he was doing that.

“You're nervous, right? ”

“I'm a little nervous about being on the air for the first time. ”

“As usual, there will be good results. ”

Suddenly, the man comes in and talks very intimately with the burnout, Silver, and slightly frowns at the man sitting on the couch. There was something about that look of self-esteem.

“By the way, who's there? Are you the manager?”

The poem recognized the man as an celebrity, but said with a purposeful look that he did not know at all. Then, the man's face is distorted at once, as the poem intended. In fact, the poem is only a little familiar with the look on his face, but I wasn't sure if his name or job was a celebrity.

“It's not my manager, it's Hwang Seung-min from Electric. Brother.”

“Electric? I've never heard of you. ”

The poem tilted his head and muttered. I think I've heard it somewhere. I think I've heard it somewhere. He did not seem to be a well-known celebrity.

“Greetings. I'm Hwang Seung-min, acting as Electric's vocalist. ”

Every action of the poem, every word, felt bad, but Seung Min was patient and greeted the poet first.

“Oh, yes. It's the Apocalypse.”

Seung-min reached out to the poet and shook his hand. Seeing a little effort in his hands, Seung Min didn't feel too good.

“Are you familiar with Sojin? ”

“Yes. Sojin is good to me. ”

“Haha. I see. ”

The poem deliberately smiled at the anxious winner. He looked quite handsome as an celebrity, but his first impression was pretty bad because he had just touched the burnt out. I can see the evil heart that wants to seduce exhaustion.

“Sojin, would you like to have dinner after the recording today? I know a restaurant. ”

Seungmin, who laid hands on the poem, said as she watched the exhaustion.

“Sorry, I don't think I can make an appointment today. ”

“What promise? ”

“A personal promise……. ”

As Seungmin tries to keep digging, she frowns slightly and replies. I have a strong expression that doesn't like to talk.

“Yeah? How about this Sunday? ”

“I'm sorry. I'm a little busy..." ”

That Seung-min is suggesting we keep meeting even though exhaustion is bothersome. By this time, you should have noticed that Exhaustion hates you a lot, but you really didn't notice.

“Hey, I know you don't have a schedule on Sunday. Let's have dinner together. ”

“I don't think she's going to be able to because she promised to play with me that day. ”

“Yes?”

Suddenly, the poem interrupts and Seung Minh's expression distorts at once.

“He's agreed to play with me. And I think Sojin's a little annoyed, but I think he's also a problem. ”

“W-what? ”

The words of the poem distorted his expression so much that it could no longer be crumpled. It's because the poem's words touched his pride.

“Oh, brother……. ”

When I used to say something on the Internet without hesitation, my exhaustion looked a little embarrassed. Even though the poet's words were refreshing because he was bothering her these days, I was worried that this would cause damage to the poet.

“I just didn't think you'd notice. ”

“Crazy……. Where are you going with this? This is what I'm looking for.”

Seung Min, who was listening to the poem, scolded the poem with a fierce expression. Seeing how it was natural for me to curse like that, I didn't have to see how I acted when I was in high school.

“Stop flirting because Sojin doesn't like you very much. Do you understand?”

“You son of a bitch. Don't you think it's sweet to say it's a drilled hole? ”

“Oh, don't be a brother. ”

“Poetry, poetry. Y-you gotta stop. ”

In an unusual atmosphere, embarrassed silver and exhaustion hung from the poem and dried it. The atmosphere was so harsh that the fist was not strange at all.

Seungmin looks even worse when exhaustion and silver rain cling to the poem. I didn't really understand what that jerk was doing better than himself. At least now he has his celebrity status, so he would have been patient. If it had been long ago, the poet would have been half dead.

“You, be careful. I'll see you next time. ”

“Suit yourself.”

As the poet shrugs his shoulders, Seung Min clenches his fist and calls out to himself. I was ready to punch one right now, but I couldn't wait to look at the situation, and then I opened the waiting room door roughly and left.

“Oh, what are you going to do? ”

“Well, yeah. Idiot. Why bother if you can't even fight? ”

Sojin told the poet with a worried face, and Eun said that she seemed to be about to cry soon.

“I was offended because I kept flirting with Sojin. Also, tell me if he's flirting. My brother will take care of it. ”

The poem said as he watched the exhaustion.

“You can't even fight. Idiot.”

The Silver Rain, which looked like it was going to cry when he smiled kindly at Sojin, slightly deteriorated, yelled at him and struck him lightly with his fist.

After seeing the different behavior of Silver Rain, Sojin couldn't figure out what it was. That's not the kind of girl you know...

“Why? I'm confident in fighting. ”

“Hmph, don't tell me you're in front of Sage. ”

When the poem was kind to Sojin, Silver Rain seemed to hurt a little.

“Brother, you don't have to do that next time. I can't really fight Seung Min. ”

“It's okay. Don't worry. Anyway, I'm done recording, so I'm gonna go. ”

“Yes, brother. I look forward to today."

“Hmph, you're going to fall out of round one, I guess. Sister.”

A secretive expression of anxiety and anxiety whispers in my mouth. But the poem, knowing that it was a word of encouragement, came out of the waiting room smiling. Obviously, you've grown incredibly close to the secret since yesterday. At this rate, it was not too hard to have sex soon.

But we weren't that close to exhaustion yet. I was close, but that was it. I was not just a close friend who could kiss me anytime like a secret. I had just fought with Seung Min for some reason, even though I didn't like the way he was flirting with her.

The poem thought that way on the couch in the cast waiting room, and shortly after the recording began.

The poem, which moved to the set, met with exhaustion and smiled lightly. The poem waits behind the set to call out his name, as he did during rehearsal.

“Choosing the best topic in the country... …. ”

Just a moment later, popular Kim Yong-jin MC announced the beginning of the broadcast, shouting softly.

“Then I would like to introduce you to a challenger to be a part of it. The First Challenger, the Apocalypse! ”

When I heard the voice calling the name of the poem, the door opened automatically and the poem went out through the door. I filled the vision of the poem with a large number of cameras, staff, evaluation panel for voting, and celebrities, but the poem was not nervous at all and waved my hands lightly.

“Oh.”

Audience members and celebrities applaud and respond.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Pope. ”

“Yes. Nice to meet you. ”

“Tell me a little bit about yourself. ”

Like the ritual broadcast, Kim Yong-jin MC also asked the Pope to introduce himself.

“We run a cafe in the province and on the Internet we call it the song headquarters. ”

The poem was not nervous at all and adept at introducing itself. Once upon a time, I would have been shaken and disoriented, but now I have no such tremor.

“Oh, the song centerpiece, that's a great name first. Do you really think you are the subject of the song? ”

“Actually, I don't think I'm that good at singing. But I think a lot of you have enjoyed my song, and I've come up with a title for it. Let's sing it hard to match the name of the song. ”

As the poem smiles slightly and talks, applause bursts from the audience.

“Hey, isn't that a good one? ”

“Not quite. Pretty good. Your hair looks so small, you're so tall, and your face looks pretty good. I'm attracted to Eun-geun.”

“Hey, you can't vote on your face. Listen to the song and vote. ”

“Hmph, don't worry. That's the difference. ”

Two women sitting in the auditorium muttered as they watched the poem.

After the introduction of the poem, four more challengers were introduced. After the introduction of all the challengers, I entered the first match.

It was a way to divide up the given song and vote for the one who couldn't sing the least. Each challenger, including the poem, moved to his place, and shortly after, a accompaniment of the song flowed out.

The poem was the first challenger, so I had to sing the song first. The lightly exhaled sigh lifts Margie to activate the Magic Power circuit. I raised the adjuster bar to its maximum to show overwhelming performance from the start.

Beeze's "I Don't Know Women" song was the first song. I had already practiced it beforehand, so I was not worried that the tune and beat would be wrong.

At the end of the previous period, the poem counted down and sang in tune with the accompaniment.

Although it was nothing special because of the first verse, the recording was filled with silence that did not hear any sound, as if frozen by the overwhelming power of the poem. I can't even hear my breath.

After the poem was finished, the second challenger sang a song, and his voice was shaking less as if he was too nervous because of the overwhelming power of the poem.

Afterwards, the challengers sang, but there were so many differences in performance that they were embarrassed to call it a match.

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