A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 253

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 253

“Pardon?”

At the confused response, I explained in detail with a serious expression, not even showing a smile on my face.

“I think my chest cleavage distracting the producers’ concentration might have been the cause of my defeat.”

Seeing the production crew awkwardly smile and nod, as if this wasn’t the answer they wanted or expected, I thought to myself.

Why, well. I couldn’t just answer ‘I don’t know either?’ and provide you guys with material for evil editing.

And looking at it, they seemed to want to frame it as ‘The Underdog’s Rebellion!’ to elevate Yupi and push me into the revival match to create some broadcast content, but I didn’t want to say I lost because my skills were lacking in this rigged game.

When this 1-on-1 match gets broadcast later, it’ll be 99.9% controversial, and if I mention my lack of skill here under the guise of humility, reactions like ‘Yoon Eden himself admitted he lost due to lacking skills, so why are third parties making a fuss!’ could emerge.

This was a sufficiently predictable issue even without Ryu Jaehee’s mention.

“How are you feeling right now?”

“Results are results, so I have to accept them.”

I safely finished answering the next question as well, without bringing up anything about skills.

“You’ll receive separate guidance about the revival match schedule.”

I chuckled inwardly at the words added after ending the interview.

See, I knew this would happen. I told Yupi to come up through the revival match, but who knew I’d end up having to crawl up through the revival match myself.

When I returned to the dormitory, it was completely empty as everyone had gone to lessons or personal schedules.

Already having received disappointing results today, I didn’t want to be alone and lonely in the empty dormitory, so I turned around to kill time in the studio until dinner.

Normally, only beats or rap lyrics would come to mind, but today for some reason, when I turned on the DAW, some musical inspiration came to me.

Breaking free from lethargy after a long time, anger about the incomprehensible result seemed to have become the driving force of creation.

While I couldn’t say the quality was good, I nodded my head listening to the 2 minutes and 4 seconds song that was somehow completed as music rehabilitation therapy, pouring out all my anger.

Good, shall I give it the subtitle ?

Thanks to the musical inspiration that came after a long time, my negative mood became zero.

[Ryu Jaehee- Arrived at dormitory!] 5:32 PM

[Ryu Jaehee- Why is no one here?] 5:33 PM

[Gyeon Hajun- Coming soon] 5:36 PM

At the youngest member’s message saying he’d arrived at the dormitory, I saved the song and got up.

As always, dinner time began only after I picked up my spoon.

“Why isn’t anyone asking about today’s 3rd preliminary results?”

Since no one seemed curious about the results, I eventually spoke up first.

“Obviously you passed, right?”

Gyeon Hajun asked in a voice without a hint of curiosity.

“No, I was eliminated.”

As soon as I finished answering, everyone’s gaze turned toward me. Kim Dobin widened his eyes and waved his chopsticks in the air.

“Are you crazy? They eliminated hyung in just the 3rd preliminary? You should obviously make it to the finals! Don’t all the judges have problems with their eyes, no, their ears?”

That’s right, say more, more! Well done, Dobin! You’re smoothly saying all the words this hyung can’t bring himself to say out loud because his pride is hurt!

“Wow, I expected it after seeing the news about 7,000 people gathering, but it really is tough. To think Yoon Eden was eliminated in just the 3rd preliminary.”

“It wasn’t a match I should have lost.”

As I slammed down my spoon and fumed, Gyeon Hajun calmed me down with a composed voice.

“Then it’s obvious. They made a risky move for ratings. There’s a revival match, right? And Dobin, you shouldn’t wave chopsticks you were eating with like that.”

Kim Dobin, who got scolded by Gyeon Hajun, carefully lowered the chopsticks he had been enthusiastically waving while shouting that this was ridiculous.

“There is a revival match.”

“Then it might actually be a good thing. At least there won’t be talk about hyung being a PD pick.”

At my answer, Ryu Jaehee spoke with a much more relieved expression.

Well, youngest. This hyung has already been branded with the stigma of being a loser, so I’m not sure if it’s a good thing.

“And if hyung did well, there would definitely be controversy when it airs. Then with the broadcast-led suppression and attacking frame, hyung would gain a solid core. As hyung knows, from the main stage onwards it’s all about fight money. Nothing’s more reliable than having a solid core.”

Listening to it, it seemed to make sense.

But still, what was infuriating remained infuriating. No wonder the production crew went to the producers during the break after the 1st match.

After finishing the meal, I tapped Seo Yehyeon, who was sitting on the living room floor watching TV instead of using the sofa.

“Isn’t there a way to screw over DTB while showing a strong image in the revival match?”

“Why are you asking me that? Ask the youngest member.”

“Hyung, you’re smart.”

With my brain, I could only squeeze out the idea of going out with a placard saying ‘There was a script from the 1st preliminary’ and getting completely edited out.

“And if I ask Jaehee, our youngest will 200% tell me not to cause trouble.”

Ryu Jaehee is quite conservative too, still a young guy.

Turning around and grabbing the remote control I was holding, Seo Yehyeon spoke indifferently.

“If you want to screw over DTB, don’t participate in the revival match. Isn’t that the biggest screw-over?”

“That’s a bit… I don’t want to become someone who was eliminated in just the 3rd preliminary.”

I also put strength into the hand holding the remote control and retorted. I’m pissed off, and since it’s come to this, I absolutely must win the championship.

A tense power struggle over the remote control continued for a moment. Of course, the winner was naturally me.

Seo Yehyeon glanced at the tattoo on my right arm and clenched and opened his palm, which had red remote control marks, while suggesting another alternative.

“Wear outerwear over sleeveless clothes and then throw it off so you get reported for broadcast standards. Even if they mosaic it before airing, you’re giving them one more task, right?”

“Oh, that’s not bad?”

The upgraded fierce look I had been thinking of was too obvious and boring, so this seemed good.

And since I couldn’t hide my tattoos forever, I had to reveal them to the fans eventually, so revealing them at this opportunity might not be bad either?

Thanks to the festival of numerous tattoos, wouldn’t my tattoos be considered cute in comparison?

“Good, screwing over DTB is settled with that, what about the second thing?”

Seo Yehyeon, who grumbled lightly asking if I was leaving everything to him, suggested another idea with a listless expression.

It was a fucking amazing idea.

“Wow, that’s crazy! How did you even think of this?”

When I grabbed Seo Yehyeon’s shoulders and asked, Seo Yehyeon scratched the back of his head awkwardly and trailed off.

“The fantasy I had every time I got scolded by you in the recording studio…”

No wonder it had such a refreshing vibe.

As I covered my mouth in emotion, perhaps misunderstanding that I was holding back laughter, Seo Yehyeon blushed and made excuses no one asked for.

“Back then, just memorizing the pitch was overwhelming!”

“Yeah, I know. Who said anything just now? I’m currently expressing emotion.”

“Ah, is my improved self touching?”

I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding Seo Yehyeon was having, but that wasn’t the point that moved me.

“No, it’s touching that my past self is helping my present self like this.”

I should continue to do my best to scold him in the future. Who knows if that scolding will be helpful in the future like today. Seo Yehyeon himself said he missed my scolding.

“Your point of being moved is really strange.”

Seo Yehyeon shook his head with a disgusted expression.

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The day of the revival match, which I hated to even mention, arrived.

While waiting for the revival match, I spotted Revolution’s BT in the waiting room and my mouth went dry.

Surely these broadcasting station bastards, no matter how extremely evil they are, wouldn’t do the crazy thing of matching me with BT, who’s also an idol rapper, in the revival match?

“We will announce the revival match bracket.”

[Yoon Eden Vs December]

Fortunately, my opponent wasn’t BT but another rapper. A rapper who ranked 5th in the 2nd preliminary.

BT also seemed relieved that I wasn’t his opponent, as he approached me with a light smile.

“Your outfit is ordinary today.”

“Well, haha.”

That’s how it looks on the outside. I grabbed the neck part of the three-stripe sports jersey buttoned up to my neck and fluttered it slightly while smiling awkwardly.

Perhaps because there was no selection stage, the losers’ bracket proceeded very quickly.

Moreover, I could watch the stages and results of previous matches from beside the stage.

BT unfortunately lost in his losers’ bracket match as well and was eliminated.

“Ah, choosing between these two isn’t going to be easy either.”

“How could they pit them against each other like this again!”

As December and I stood side by side on stage, the producers’ laments poured out.

“I’ll go right in. Let’s get it!”

An unfamiliar beat rang out.

December went first. I could see why the producers said he was an opponent they’d struggle with just as much as me – his skills were impressive.

I nodded my head to the groove, matching the rhythm of my opponent’s opening rap, and finally it was my turn as he finished.

I coolly unzipped and threw off my sports jersey, revealing a tight-fitting black turtleneck sleeveless crop top underneath. Of course, I hadn’t put on any stickers to cover my tattoos.

Speaking of this black turtleneck sleeveless crop top, it was supposed to be Gyeon Hajun’s stage costume during promotions, but was scrapped because Gyeon Hajun didn’t particularly like showing his chest.

And now I’m the one wearing it here.

If you were uncomfortable with showing cleavage, then I should modestly cover the chest and show off the abs instead, right?

The producers either covered their mouths or collapsed onto the sofa laughing at the provocative tough look outfit that had been hidden under the jersey.

I pulled out a crumpled A4 paper from my pants pocket and unfolded it, timing my entry with light ad-libs for the first verse.

As I started rapping in that state, the smiles gradually faded from the producers’ faces. I glanced at their reactions while reading from the paper and rattling off my rap.

That’s right – no matter what, they probably hadn’t seen anyone blatantly cheating with lyrics like this in a survival audition before.

The reactions were truly diverse, from those holding their foreheads to others crossing their arms and staring at me.

Sensing they were about to cut off my rap, I reacted a beat faster than Moltic’s hand that was about to rise.

[A flash that only shows the front side – judging hastily with just that would be boring

Even pretending otherwise, you were expecting it – the ultimate plot twist UP]

As I delivered those lyrics, I smirked and flipped the A4 paper I’d been reading from to show it to the producers.

The faces of the producers who had been looking at me with disappointment and stern expressions changed in various ways.

Both sides of the paper were completely blank.

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