Poten

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Minho, who was sitting in the public office, confirmed the broadcast title as soon as he accepted the script for the radio to appear.

[Jang Dong-mook and 2 o'clock!]

‘If you are the same brother. ’

Minho recalled the gagman who enjoyed the game all the time during the first round of 'Smarter’. He also liked playing confidently and not at all eager among the spectacular people.

“The facilitator must have picked Min-ho up and asked her out. ”

“If you called me, does it have something to do with 'Smarter’? ”

The ball manager shakes his head.

“I wouldn't have signed up for an ad for the Air Radio Performance Cable Pro. It is likely that Jang Dong-Mook would ask for a personal friendship. ”

Min-ho quickly glanced over the script and left it unaffected. Normally, you would have spent a long time getting to know it, but now just a little reading with the power of the ring was enough on the way.

“It's a simple arrangement to read and torque stories. ”

“I'm a fun pro who plays the character of Jang Dong-Mook. Oh, the writer asked me to write down a story too. ”

“Story?”

“I like this corner reaction. The listening rate has doubled lately. ”

The ball manager handed over a document that printed out an email to the production team.

Minho said, "Kick! As soon as I saw the title 'Pang Pang!’, Oshora's high school photo came to me with a smile. The document provided a brief description of the crew for the corner.

[Time to go to bed at the end of the day. Sometimes I think back to what happened that day, or I think back to my past self. Embarrassment, embarrassment, and embarrassing experiences that were not sufficiently felt when I was going through something. Our Jang Dong-mook and 2 o'clock! ’will‘ flawlessly ’wrap up the story of the sheets you will take off while you sleep.]

“I don't have one. ”

I don't think I've ever been embarrassed to think about what I'll do tomorrow. I really only spent my youth playing games.

“Everyone makes one mistake when they can't afford it. ”

The ball manager looks out the window and reveals a few short smiles.

“I had no time during the day or night when Suah was mumbling. I stayed up all night because of Sua, and the next day I went to work, and I finished my meeting with the director of the drama department. And it was lunchtime, and I said," Dean Ji, do you want to go get your mommy? ’I said. where everyone in the department is. ”

“Phuket.”

Minho couldn't help but laugh as he drew a good picture of the awkward situation. The ball manager grimaces as if he was bitter but fine.

“Minho, are you really not there? ”

“Not at all.”

Minho left KG Sanctuary after a brief preparation meeting and make-up. After more than 30 minutes, he entered the road that shows the station's transmission tower.

Kim Cody in the back seat asked.

“What style should I wear? ”

“First, assertion. Second, neat. It's not a visible radio, but KBC likes to wear it sparkle. ”

Thinking back on the ball manager's answer, Kim Cody chose a sky-bitten sprite shirt and a pair of white trousers and placed them on the seat knob.

“Here, Minho. It's a nice day. Let's go in a bright color. This looks exactly like the ring you're wearing. ”

Minho, who was focusing on the radio sequence and reading the script, nodded and began to take off his clothes. I took Juju Island's clothes with my left hand while keeping my gaze fixed on the script, and I finished dressing very skillfully. I put my clothes aside and put them together with my left hand.

“I can do it. Thank you."

Kim Cody greeted him, accepting the organized clothes.

“Huh? What? ”

Minho turned his eyes to Kim Cody and went back to the script. I heard that if you focus on something, you won't be able to look back, but even if you don't pay attention, you won't be this clean.

Minho muttered as if to admire Kim Cody.

“I found thread on the button. ”

“Yes?”

Kim Cody looked at Minho's top because he thought he was talking about the clothes he had chosen, but that was a model without buttons.

“Where…? ”

Kim Cody's questionable gaze turned to his clothes, not Minho's. Kim Cody, who studied carefully, found a very small thread protruding from the southern waist. A very fine thread crumb that is hard to find.

“ ……. ”

I didn't look too long. Kim Cody's astonishing observation gives off a slight tingling sensation in his arms. Minho now seemed to know that the ball manager's words, which he could not measure the limits of his hidden abilities, were not just to float celebrities.

“Almost there. ”

The ball manager drives the van into the parking lot.

Minho felt the car slowing down and looked around. Although unconscious, he once examined the structure of the entrance and calculated the shortest distance to get out, then bowed his head to the script.

"Huh?

Min-ho, who realized that her clothes had changed, tilted her head.

When did he change? ’

Minho scratched his head when the van stopped. He heads for the elevator, but his curious expression does not go away. Moreover, Kim Cody wondered why he was following himself with such dazzling eyes.

Minho, who opened the door of the studio, found Jang Dong-moon chatting with the steps outside the radio booth.

“Dongmyung.”

“Hey, Min-ho! ”

Minho approached Jangdongmook and greeted the steps sitting with him.

“I heard you recommended me strongly. ”

“Bullshit. I made fun of you for sticking it in. The centurion here is obsessed with handsome guys. He looks at your picture and says heheh heh. I laughed the same when I started this show. ”

“When did I? ”

Jang Dong-kook stood next to Minho with a pretentious expression.

“They look alike.”

Even though one of the tall heads appeared immediately, the author who was sitting with me blabbered his tongue as he made a bold expression.

“Kang Min-ho, what Dong-kyung said is very misleading. We all cried and screamed...”

“That's enough! I'm going to talk to Minho, so get out of my way! ”

Jang Dong-Mook quickly chased the writer and the steps aside. Minho felt good about the words because everyone's face was full of laughter.

“Thank you for the meal, brother. ”

Minho bowed his head because he should have been easily thankful enough to appear in the highest listening rate professional on public radio stations.

“You know it's not free, right? ”

I put my hand on Minho's shoulder. Minho asked carefully because he thought it would be.

“Can I say 'smarter’ here? ”

“No! That's not it. You and I both have rivals there. What do you want? ”

Zhang Dong shakes his head. He whispered with a silent smile in Minho's eyes.

“Come to our shelter and play the Pentathlon. ”

“Yes?”

“Do you know Sung Sung? He's a comedian who only imitates owls. I know you. He doesn't believe me. You look so much better than me, Pentathlon. ”

Minho laughed because he thought it was a ridiculous but silent reason.

“And there are a lot of pro-gamers in the office who are really good at it. Just let me know when you get here. ”

This was as far as possible for Minho to live with the practice of gaming. I often practice in my PC room, not in my home.

“I'll stop by when I have time. ”

“Yes!”

The ball manager, who had followed Minho, approached the steps by handing out health beverages.

“Please take good care of Jang Dong-mook. ”

“Oh, thank you! Min-ho's a grade-A manager. Class A. My manager's not answering his phone about where he is. You can cut this off. ”

Despite Zhang Dong-Mook's embarrassing grumbling, the ball manager confidently said.

“Minho was smart and followed me. ”

“Yuck, that's how I organized it. ”

Appell, a celebrity, lifts his broken-down thumb to the ball manager first.

After a while.

The three writers, Minho and Jang Dong-mook, sat at the table and began to talk about the composition and script of the corner.

Kim Cody was sitting in the back seat with the ball manager. Unlike the familiar ball manager, he was a little nervous when the radio booth itself was first. The steps are busy walking around, the sound system maintenance, and everything is crazy, so it doesn't mean to, but the stomach aches softly.

“Manager.”

“Huh?"

“I have to go to the bathroom. Where is it?"

“Was it down the hall? ”

Min-ho, who was listening to the writer's story, turned his head.

“Go out at 9 o'clock. You'll be there in 30 steps. ”

“Th-thank you. ”

Kim Cody bows his head and leaves the studio.

"Huh?

Minho stopped like this.

Nine o'clock? I just need you to go out there and make a left. ’

Minho laughed as if the military incident had not yet disappeared. Then I looked at the ring I was touching to remember what the centurion said.

A secret agent's artifact in the shadows.

"Phew."

Minho was surprised by the clear building guide he saw in the lobby. It was information that was forcibly injected between the unconscious.

The number of station guards, the escape route in turn, crossed my mind when the explosion occurred. Taking into account Kim Cody's foot length, the fact that he did not calculate exactly 30 steps from here to the bathroom was also part of the identification process.

Is that what this is about? ’

On the other side of the table, Jung-Mook, who was spinning a ballpoint pen, said to the white writer.

“Phew, Min-ho knows. Be careful what you say in the air. Do you think he can curse better than I can? ”

Jang Dong-kook said, yawning and missing his ballpoint pen. I raise my hand to hold it, but I can't hold it. I push the pen away.

A ballpoint pen that flies towards Minho's face.

“Huh.”

At the moment when Jang Dong-Mook was embarrassed, Min-ho, who was thinking, raised his hand. I grabbed a ballpoint pen. Immediately, you twist the ballpoint pen pink, grasping the handle downward, and gently press into the back to protrude.

The eyes of Jang Dong-myung, who was watching, widened.

“Wow, Min-ho, you're such a reflexist. ”

“Ah……. ”

Minho instinctively looks at his hand, ready to use the pen as a weapon.

I thought you said you couldn't handle it.

"Agent" could have been the nature of being mixed up with an agent's life. Minho smiled beautifully and lowered his hand under the table to remove the ring.

‘I have to be careful.'

Useful in the Cold War. It was never a good time to start worrying about medical expenses when I hit someone like this.

* * *

The light of [ON-AIR] comes on.

“Hello! Jang Dong-mook at 2 o'clock! Hot Broadcaster Today! Stay with hot gamers Who? ”

I laid the manuscript on the table and glanced at Minho. In the script, only the opening remarks of Jang Dong-kook are supposed to continue, but they were with Adrip from the beginning.

Minho replied with a natural tone without embarrassment.

“Yeah, who is it? ”

“It's you, you. ”

I continued with what Jang Dong-mook said.

“Everyone, please type the name Kang Min-ho into the search box. I'm going to run it today. Real-time! Queries! Real-time! Queries! ”

“Does that make you feel better? ”

“Maybe?”

I took a close look at the monitor with Zhang Dong Mook's viewer opinions.

Poor Minho. Why are you out here ruining the image? What are you talking about? My image is ruined. Will Minho's image ruin? 6599. ‘Kang Min-ho, a professional gamer? Wow, I'm good with pentastoms.’ Wrinkle in front of someone. Take a look at total. ”

Minho was so sleepy that people who heard this broadcast at 2 p.m. watched Jung-myeong who kept talking nonstop.

“We get real-time stories. Minho, what's the big deal today? ”

“A duvet kick. ”

“Did you hear that? Don't be shy, listeners. It's a good time to smile and move on. In fact, you don't care about the bedtime story. People don't care about the bedtime story. I barely remember when I say it. ”

Now we're back to square one. Minho remembered what he had to say and entered at the right time.

“Dongmyung.”

“Huh?"

“That's what you want to believe, isn't it? ”

“Hey!"

Jang Dong-kyung raised his thumb saying he liked his temper.

“I'll take the first song. Shiny Yoon Iseol, who was ranked # 1 by announcing the sound recordings before her debut. A shining star!”

The monitor reminded me of the wait time of [4: 32 seconds]. Minho was surprised to hear that Yoon Yi Seul was number one.

A quiet guitar wire flows from the speaker.

“Good? You have a beautiful voice. ”

He said with a rhythm to the soft voice of Yoon Iseol Jang.

“This is going to be huge on the other radio. ”

“Is that so?"

“I have a feeling about this DJ. That's a long shot. You'd look great in that face. ”

Minho only nodded, pretending to know Yoon Yi Seul, thinking that there is no need to make gossip to the newcomer to debut now.

‘You should at least call to congratulate me later. ’

After the song, the radio proceeded like water.

Since he became familiar with Jang Dong-mook, he did not become a big problem for Minho who remembered the script thoroughly. It was around the time the explanation was ripe while proceeding for an hour.

While reading the story of the man who was shaking his drink and naked dancing in front of his boss at the dinner, an opinion appeared on the board.

“… so the chief calls me Deputy Strip Kim when he sees me. Strip Kim. Oh, I'm sorry. I can do that. The chief would have loved it. ”

I read it through the silent monitor that was explaining the previous story and pointed to Minho.

[I know Min-ho is good for a blanket.]

Minho changed his face as he read the story.

[I went to a KG Phoenix fan meeting. I had time to dance with the players in the game, but everyone was hesitant, so Min-ho came out to set the mood. And…….]

The following video link was the last video on a community site that had been ranked # 1 for several days.

Twenty-year-old Minho's insistent image of him swinging his arms and legs and beating his rhythm with a beating he couldn't follow.

Now, the video was short-streamed on the missing game channel, so the quality was poor, but there were many parody videos because any background music matched.

An Earl behind Booth asked Minho's doctor if he could broadcast the story.

“Well, that's ……. ”

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I didn't use it much last night, but it was a little late. I'll be back tomorrow at 5: 00.