God of Music

- Team Entity is the youngest student, Jung Yu-ri. She's 22 years old.

"If it looks like a comet, it should be fine as long as it takes care of itself..."

- That's why I'm more concerned. I still feel like a middle school student when I put on a uniform.

Lee Hye-seong was too old for too long. At 22 years old, she had to mature.

"How about a new team, not just the Antien?"

- Sir, we don't have enough time right now. Yuri's Korean debut, Kim Jae-hoon, and the galaxy's Chinese presence. You know, the whole staff has been on lockdown for months now.

"When you're done with China, you're free to go."

- Sir, please help us.

Kang Yun cleared her throat. I almost became an evil chairman.

'Hehe.'

Jung Mina, who was eavesdropping on the phone next to him, frowned.

"... I understand. Let's think about it a little bit more."

- Yes, sir.

After the call, Jung Mina looked at Kang Yun with surprised eyes.

"Mister, were you trying to plant a parachute?"

"Parachute?"

"Ah. A parachute. Wait a minute. If it's a comet, it's that little, foxy, wretched little...!"

The last thing Jung Mina had to do was get another night of honey.

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In the practice room of the World Studio White Moon, the heavy bass rang as usual.

"... Hah."

The face of Secondary Hee bouncing off the 6-string base was dark. The rattling sound doesn't strangely match the sound of the metronome.

I guess I should apologize first. '

Is it the confused idea?

The trouble with Lee Hyun-ah during the last practice did not leave my mind. It seemed to have been too sensitive at the time. Normally, it would have been cool.

'Apologize today.'

When we're all together, let's apologize cool. Second-hee made up his mind several times.

The sound of the metronome bounces off the chromatic scale to loosen your hands, and you feel the warmth in your arms.

"... Hee."

"Cha Hee."

"... Huh?"

I woke up and it was Lee Hyun-ah.

"Oh, it's you."

"Raccoon. I haven't heard from you in days. That's the first thing you said?"

There was a day in Lee Hyun-ah's voice sitting on the amp. Today, I feel like I've decided to say something. Secondary Hee also stopped playing and put down the base.

"What have you been doing?"

"... home."

"I went home and you weren't there."

"I wandered around for a while."

"Where have you been?"

Lee Hyun-ah is ugly, and she's avoiding second happiness. The conversation went weird. Both of them began to look distorted.

"Cha-hee, you're not the one running around practicing without a reason."

"I was in a bad mood at the time."

"... Let's get hurt. Then why do you keep avoiding me? He's not answering his phone. Call the company..."

"I had something to think about."

"Don't keep making weird excuses. Why are you avoiding me like I used to?"

"... never mind. It's none of your business."

The trigger is pulled. Lee Hyunah's eyes are on fire.

"Me, leave it alone? Is that any way to talk to someone you've been worried about?"

"Who told you to worry? You're better off without us anyway."

"Second Hee!!"

A petty quarrel arose. Just as the dam burst, something burst from Second-hand Hee's mouth.

"... I'd better get on with it now. You said you were a team, solo, broadcasting alone."

"Well, that's... That's why I asked, and you said you were fine."

"Does that sound okay to you?"

After leaving Solo, Lee Hyunah felt sorry for the white moon all along. We talked too late when we were looking for understanding. I wanted to play something different than white moonlight, and when I was doing solo records, I couldn't believe it.

"You kept saying you were sorry about that. So, Cha Hee, were you trying to move on to another agency?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did you think I didn't know anything? Then, a red woman I met in Hongdae."

Secondary Hee's eyes narrowed. The more I thought about it, the angrier Lee Hyun-ah's eyes shivered.

"I was just checking on her, just in case. When you asked Jinsung, he told you right away. Young-yu-hee, the head of a very famous investment firm in China?"

"Tongue, Hyun, are you... doubting me?"

"Did you or did you not?"

Secondary Hee clammed her mouth. Because it was true.

Queek.

"Wow, I knew women were here first... What? The atmosphere is so heavy."

It was the worst good timing. Kim Jin-dae and Jung Chan-gyu hugged each other and entered the practice room. Lee Hyuna glanced at the men and looked at Second-hee.

"Good, you're here, too. Now, be clear. Second-hee, did you meet him or not?

"Are you really..."

Kim Jin-dae and Jung Chan-gyu stared at each other fatally. Something didn't feel right. Kim Jin-dae stood in the middle and went to arbitration.

"Guys, I don't know what's going on, but you're too excited. Calm down..."

"... I'm leaving the white moonlight as of today."

Kim Jin-dae and Jung Chan-gyu's eyes widened.

Second Hee!!

Two men shouted in surprise, but Cha Hee left the practice room without looking back. Kim Jin-dae chased after Second happiness, and Jung Chan-gyu took care of Lee Hyun-ah.

"Hyunah. What a sudden..."

"It just exploded."

Lee Hyunah sighed at the ceiling.

Like a dam bursting, something was bursting all at once.

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"Itzheimer's is more comfortable to review than most."

Now heading towards the executive house, Lee Hyun gave the documents with a satisfactory look.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"That's a compliment. A ranking eradication project. I never thought I'd have a better way to catch this."

"Eatspine grew because it afforded high quality sound sources. Because we took less, the listeners and the singers benefited more. If you can get the image that Itzheimer's is fair, you can get the position that Itzheimer's is unshakeable. '

Easy to say, but never easy to do. There was also a rank control group operated by the company, but the rank control manipulated by fan clubs had to be vigilant.

"Then I'll see you next time."

After Comrade Taek went out, Lee Hyun-si buried herself on the couch.

"Phew. How much longer?"

Originally, Moon, Kang Yoon's assistant, replied by looking at the schedule table.

"That's the last of the Itzpine reviews, Director."

"Phew. I can leave early today..."

Ta-da.

The phone rang at night. Lee Hyun-ji closed her eyes. There was no phone call just before work. Strange feelings continued while the door secretary continued to call.

"Isaiah, I think you should go to the White Moonlight Practice Room."

"What's going on?"

"Secondary Hee ran out of the practice room, wanting to leave."

"... there you go."

The secretary came and trembled at the door with the local truth. It was really, really scary.

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Lee Han-su was the hidden acknowledgment of the World Studio.

From delivering advanced information about MG, he protected Ethiopia, Minji and Jua, and indirectly led to the world. After that, he ran a teahouse, and the industry was all for it.

However, he was now in front of Kang Yun's eyes.

"... you asked me to meet President Won once. All of a sudden."

It was too late. I went down to say that the guest had arrived, and then I moved here. I was going to say hello to him, and he asked me to meet a fake pilot.

"I know you're not going to do this without a reason. What's going on?"

It was a wild situation, but Kang Yun was calm.

He runs a separate commenting unit and is the president of the marquee of media manipulation. I can't believe this book bows for such a man. It was hard to convince.

... is simply the son of Chairman Won. No, it was obvious. Kang Yoon said nothing, and Lee took a step closer.

"My personal request. I'm ashamed of Chairman Won, but only one son. I couldn't wait to see it."

"I understand. But now it's too late..."

"I heard that you sometimes go to see Chairman Won."

While discussing the industry's non-confidential secrets, he continued to speak.

"I feel sorry for President Won, who struggled to be recognized by his father in some way, but... more than that, for him. If only my only son were a lung, my father would be heartbroken."

Kang Yoon remembered how many times he tried to talk about his son. Kang Yoon also purposely did not touch the sore finger.

"Please."

"Director."

This Hanseo knelt before Kang Yun.

Kang Yoon tried to wake him up, but he was a floater.

"Please, just once, just once. That's it."

"Very well. How can I refuse your request? If I go back to Korea..."

"I'm here now."

It was a surprising driving force. Kang Yoon nodded, smiling in vanity.

"Thank you, thank you!!"

"Are we thankful for this? Don't do this. Get up."

Kang Yoon caused Lee Han-seo. Soon after, the crude complexion spills oil in your hair.

"Ms. Won."

"... It's been a long time."

Lee left the room quietly.

Keeping my head down, the marquee didn't even try to meet Kang Yun's eyes properly. I even smelled a hook on my body.

'I lost control of my business. It's worth it.'

A sudden visitor. He was begging, but Kang Yoon didn't show up.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Never mind. What would a sinner eat?" "

A grumpy tone. I already feel desperate for everything.

Because of him, Chairman Won...

Seeing the headlines of the slanted shoulder and the unsure face, the President always opens his shoulders and smiles gracefully. If you pushed Chairman Won to the hospital, it would be a good thing to manage... The trainees were driven to the streets because of their greed for recognition and the company went to someone else.

"Sinner. Right."

Kang Yoon narrowed his eyes and dared to shoot.

"Why on earth did you do that? Why were the trainees pushed out onto the street?"

"... terms and conditions for receiving investments. They want an efficient system…"

"No matter how important the investment is, does the trainee trust the company and throw himself in the middle?"

"Trainees get supplies... supplies later..."

Tight. Kang Yun gets up from his seat, grabbing the collar of the marquee.

"Do you think you're sweet when you talk? Props? Do you see people as objects?"

"... Ha!!"

Kang Yoon, who was staring at the march, hurled him to the couch roughly. He turns his lifeless eyes to the side.

"Props? Props?! Is that what your father told you?"

"He didn't teach me anything."

Kang Yoon raised his voice, but his voice did not stop.

"My father didn't even give me a chance. You just have to paint and live. There is no talent in management. I always said I was ready, but I was a floater. Even though my father was unwell, his thoughts remained the same. I only used my hands... for my father. I was just being a son. Well, what's wrong with that?"

"You..."

"... this is all because of the people around me. Like hyenas. Yeah, they probably saw me as a greasy piece of meat. A chunk of meat that has run out of oil!! I just wanted to prove it wasn't meat."

Of course he had a reason. Kang Yoon folded his arms and asked.

"So what was it like?"

"Results, as you know. Those damn hyenas... they lost their father's approval, their plans to own the company. Stubborn, Father... why not me? What about you?"

The marquee starts laughing madly, blindfolded by hand. Tears began to flow through the palms of my eyes.

"What's wrong with my father?! You admit it and I'm... you and I are different? Experience Points? No, Environment! Yes, just like you to me…"

"The bad guy."

"... what?"

Kang Yoon kicked his tongue.

"How long will you make excuses? Isn't it your fault for giving the directors more room to swing when you pulled them out of management for health reasons?"

"... I didn't think that the directors who were swinging around in profits would come together."

"What about Star Tower? We were so overwhelmed with debt that we felt limited by the money we made as celebrities. If we hadn't run the commentary unit in the first place..."

"I didn't expect Aricton Capital, who used to lend me low interest funds, to wash his mouth like that. Commentary forces? They're manipulating it... Stop it, stop it!!"

There was nowhere to run. No one has ever pushed themselves this far. The march swung like a broken head and screamed, but Kang Yun shot without cause.

"In the beginning, I wondered why someone called the marquee was swaying around, and that question was solved today."

"... Lee Kang-yoon."

"There can be no progress for someone who makes excuses. A man like you is the son of the master of the original gate... I feel sorry for him."

Phew!! The marquee punched Kang Yun in the face. It was an unfortunate blow, but Kang Yun's eyes burned violently.

"... is the worst."

Kang Yun shot a contemptuous glare and the pilot grabbed Kang Yun by the neck.

"What the fuck do you know!!"

"I don't want to know."

"You bastard!!"

When the marquee picked up his fist, Kang Yoon coldly said.

"If you have the strength to clench your fist, go and pray in front of Chairman Won."

"What, what?!"

Kang Yoon let go of the marquee with his strength. The march ran again, but Kang Yoon grabbed his arms lightly and fell on the floor and climbed onto his back.

"Grrrgh!! You, you!!"

"Was he really this bad?"

"Uuuhhh!!"

"Are you going to end the MG like this?!"

Tsk.

The movement of the marquee that was struggling with Kang Yun's shout stopped.

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