A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 226

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 226

“Ah, why! I have to go with my friends too!”

“You got three tickets, so give one to Grandfather.”

“Two tickets are for my friends!”

Youngest Aunt scolded Yoon Jeonga, who was desperately shaking her head.

“You can just do ticketing. You skip evening study sessions and academy classes all the time saying you’re doing ticketing.”

“My friends are all watching from the invitation seats, but you want me to watch alone from a different section? We’d even stand in different lines? How awkward would my friends feel.”

“Forget it, dear. I’ll just do that ticketing thing or whatever and go.”

Grandfather waved his hand, probably feeling bad about taking his granddaughter’s ticket. Just as Yoon Jeonga was about to feel relieved after putting out the urgent fire.

“I think you’ll fail though…”

Third Cousin Brother poured oil on the fire.

“Why, is the method too complicated for an old man?”

“No, I once helped a friend with ticketing for an idol concert, and even I, who was trained by course registration, found it difficult. If Eden’s group is really the trending idol like Jeonga says, the difficulty will probably be around that level?”

“If that fails, I can’t go?”

“You can’t go. You need a ticket to enter. Even if you get one, the front seats sell out instantly, so you’d watch from seats far away from the stage. Then you probably won’t be able to see well?”

Yoon Jeonga glared at Third Cousin Brother with an expression like a ghost whose ancestral rite food was stolen right before their eyes. It was fucking scary.

Third Cousin Brother must have thought the same, as he subtly turned his head away from Yoon Jeonga’s gaze.

“Really? Then give me one of your invitation seats, Jeonga. Grandpa will give you double the ticket price as allowance.”

At Grandfather’s words, Yoon Jeonga shot up from her seat with the momentum to almost flip the dinner table.

“Eden oppa is right! Why should you, just because you’re family! Without feeling the anxiety while watching the server clock! Without experiencing having 10,000 people ahead of you in the server queue! Without experiencing the pain of being seated far from the stage! Go comfortably to the concert with invitation seats and watch the stage my idol prepared with sweat and tears while sitting with your arms crossed!”

I did sweat while preparing for the concert, but I didn’t particularly shed any tears.

But what exactly is fan devotion that it makes Yoon Jeonga, who usually fears Grandfather so much, act so boldly in front of him?

Knowing how much that girl fears Grandfather, I found that scene almost miraculous.

“But Jeonga, if you think about it, you’re also going to the invitation seats because you’re family?”

At Cousin Noona’s unintentional fact violence, Yoon Jeonga raised the veins in her neck and screamed loudly.

“It’s different! I put in effort! Do you know how hard it is to watch my bias while blurring my family member’s sexy concept with unfocused eyes, listening to friends praise my cousin brother?”

Yeah, thanks so much for spreading rumors about me doing sexy concepts all around the neighborhood like this, Yoon Jeonga.

“Yoon Jeonga, where are you raising your voice at a meal with all the adults present? Did I, did your parents teach you like that? There are guests here too, what a fine thing to do!”

At Grandfather’s scolding, Yoon Jeonga finally came to her senses and shrank back, quietly sitting down.

I poked Ryu Jaehee, who was frozen stiff while holding his spoon, only breaking out in cold sweat.

“Why are you breaking out in cold sweat?”

Ryu Jaehee looked at me with eyes asking if I really didn’t know. Ryu Jaehee grabbed my sleeve and pulled me toward him, whispering in my ear.

“I’d like to just give one invitation seat ticket, but I’ve already distributed all the invitation seat tickets I received to acquaintances… Should I contact the agency now to see if I can get one more ticket?”

“Just leave it alone. If he wants to come that desperately, Grandfather will figure it out himself. He’s acting like that because he’s not that desperate. And you know how much he yells about basic etiquette when using phones at the dinner table.”

I shrugged my shoulders and offered advice to Grandfather.

“Oh, Grandfather. Don’t consume premium tickets.”

“What’s premium?”

At Grandfather’s question, Yoon Jeonga answered instead of me.

“Scalped tickets. There are people who buy tickets without even watching the performance and resell them at higher prices.”

“This is the first time I’ve heard someone tell a former legal professional not to commit illegal acts.”

Grandfather rubbed his forehead with an expression of having a headache.

Although I told Grandfather to get tickets through ticketing, I knew the outcome.

Yoon Jeonga would end up giving up her invitation seat ticket. Poor thing suddenly caught up in Grandfather’s whim, tsk tsk.

This oppa tried his best to protect your invitation seat ticket. Even if it gets taken, don’t resent me.

Even if I couldn’t get Altair concert invitation seat tickets before my regression, I did give you Rev concert invitation seat tickets back then.

And back then, you said our songs sucked and didn’t come to Rev’s concert.

“Grandfather, I’ll become a mercenary for you.”

Whether she found a way not to lose her invitation seat ticket, Yoon Jeonga opened her mouth with an unnecessarily determined expression.

“Mercenary? What’s that? You’re going together?”

“I’ll get concert seats for you. I may look like this, but I’m a god of ticketing? I’ve never missed front standing fence seats for the main stage!”

Yoon Jeonga proudly thumped her chest.

“Eh, but then it’s not Grandfather who got it but you who got it, so it’s meaningless, isn’t it?”

At my indifferent question, Yoon Jeonga brought her index finger to her lips and widened her eyes. It meant to shut up and not interfere.

“While I’m at it, I’ll give Grandfather a ticketing experience, and I’ll get tickets with 100% probability, killing two birds with one stone!”

“Alright, fine.”

Grandfather agreed with a reluctant expression.

Seeing relief settle on Ryu Jaehee’s face, Yoon Jeonga’s alternative seemed to be a decent method.

After finishing the meal that was nothing short of chaos, my cousins approached me.

“Eden, my friend wants you to sign something.”

Second Cousin Brother showed me a screen with a group chat open and handed me a pen and paper.

[Kim Jinmyeong- Oh shit, are you really cousins with Yoon Eden?] 9:41 AM

[Lee Byung-ho- That’s ridiculous lololol They look nothing alike lmao] 9:43 AM

[Son Minwoon- Get a signature and tell him I’m a fan who got into them during the Curdy Boy diss battle] 9:43 AM

[Kim Jin-myeong- Ask your younger cousin if he’s going to be on DTB 4, he was really good at rapping lol] 9:44 AM

[Lee Byung-ho – How does it feel to have a celebrity cousin? lol] 9:47 AM

[Gu Sangmin- Fuck, so jealous] 9:51 AM

[Gu Sangmin- Is it possible to ask your cousin to get girl group numbers?] 9:52 AM

[Yoon Iheon- Sangmin, stop saying things that sound like your head is full of shit] 9:54 AM

[Yoon Iheon- This is fucking embarrassing to show] 9:55 AM

This hyung also has some talent for freestyle dissing. I scribbled the signature familiarly and said indifferently.

“Tell them I can’t give a definite answer.”

“Why, wouldn’t it be good if you appeared? My friends watch that a lot too. I was wondering who it was when they were cursing some D.I guy or whatever in the featuring and then suddenly praising him. So it was you.”

First Cousin Brother also quietly came over and got signatures for his girlfriend’s younger sister. Her bias is Seo Yehyeon, apparently.

“Eden, wait a minute. Let me ask my friends if anyone needs signatures too.”

Cousin Noona reminded me of my failed idol days before regression with just two sentences.

Back then, no one needed signatures, so Cousin Noona didn’t ask for signatures after contacting people.

I wonder how it’ll be now?

“Noona, so how many are left…?”

“Huh? Let me see. Hyejin’s younger sister, Suyeong, Minjeong, Seoran’s friend, Siwon’s older sister… Just six more. No wait, another one just came. Eight. What, she was a fan too? Just nine more, Eden. Can you write a name for this one? She wants you to write Hwang Hyerim noona. Can you draw a cat too?”

“Noona has quite a lot of friends…”

I muttered while diligently becoming a signing machine with Ryu Jaehee.

Well, it’s better than receiving looks of pity for bringing up signatures.

“Isn’t that idol thing just a one-season business anyway? It’s over when popularity drops.”

Yoon Hyeonho sneered, apparently annoyed that I was getting attention.

“Yeah, copyright fees get deposited in my account every time I breathe. Money’s coming in right now while I’m talking to you. I hear S University’s employment rate is dropping these days, why don’t you worry about your own future first?”

I picked my ear and shot back, completely unaffected. Yoon Hyeonho’s face contorted.

“By the way, thanks, Hyeonho.”

I approached him and lightly patted Yoon Hyeonho’s shoulder.

“Thanks to you uploading that 80th birthday diss rap video, so many people learned what a conservative family the Yoon household is. This became holiday BGM and raised my recognition too.”

Yoon Hyeonho quickly took down the video, probably frustrated that it didn’t go as he intended due to the good response, but the video had already spread everywhere. The audio was even extracted, so that says it all.

“It was you? Grandfather has been determined to use even former prosecutor lawyers to draw a red line on whoever spread that video if he catches them.”

First Cousin Brother clicked his tongue while looking at Yoon Hyeonho, who was seething with anger. At those words, Yoon Hyeonho completely froze.

Well, as a token of gratitude, I won’t tell Grandfather, so try to hide it yourself. Though I don’t know how long you can hide it now that all the cousins know too.

When we all gathered in the living room at Grandfather’s call, Grandfather began his usual spiel about family harmony, and that damn vision, the importance of knowledge and connections, and elitist remarks.

As I was nodding off, Grandfather’s scolding flew at me.

“Yoon Eden!”

“Oh, right. I have something to give you but I almost forgot.”

I quickly stood up and pulled out the money envelopes I’d brought from my pocket, distributing them to all the elder relatives.

“Since I’m now engaged in economic activities, it’s not much but I prepared some allowance money for you.”

A strangely proud smile appeared on my parents’ faces. I handed Grandfather a specially prepared envelope.

“Did you write a letter too?”

Grandfather opened the envelope and discovered the folded paper inside, pulling it out with a pleased expression.

Huh, what letter? Since I had no memory of writing a letter, I spent a moment trying to understand the situation before finally realizing what that paper was.

Oh shit, I forgot to take that out before giving it to him.

My plan to show Grandfather some Show Me the Money while throwing money around if he said something outrageous had gone awry when he unexpectedly showed a strong reaction to the Hyoryun Diss Rap. So I should have taken that paper out before giving it to him.

“Jaehee, doesn’t your stomach feel stuffy? Don’t you feel like you have indigestion?”

“No?”

Ryu Jaehee shook his head back and forth. I whispered to Ryu Jaehee with a serious face.

“No, you have indigestion right now. Got it?”

“Why are you being so unsettling?”

Without answering, I grabbed Ryu Jaehee’s arm and shot up.

“Oh my, our youngest member seems to have indigestion. We should get going now!”

“G-goodbye! Thank you for inviting us!”

Ryu Jaehee hurriedly bowed along with me.

As soon as I dragged Ryu Jaehee and ran like lightning toward the entrance, Grandfather, who had read the paper with the Hyoryun Diss Rap Part 2 lyrics, shouted in his aged voice.

“Yoon Eden! Get over here right now!”

“At least I didn’t perform it!”

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