A Blank Slate Regression for the Idol That Lost His Original Mindset - Chapter 341

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A Regression Guide for Idols Who Lost Their Initial Intentions Episode 341

Seo Yehyeon, who had been searching for something on his cell phone without even looking at the events, called Manager Hyung. As soon as we arrived at the sports center near the dormitory by car, Seo Yehyeon lightly tossed a volleyball to Kim Dobin.

Catch-

Kim Dobin caught it from the air without much difficulty.

“But why the ball?”

“Doby, try doing ten tosses and ten receives.”

At Seo Yehyeon’s request, Kim Dobin struck a fairly serious pose with a confident expression.

“Oh, technical terms came out. Hyung, did you also watch anime by any chance?”

“Am I Doby?”

“Hyung, I’m right next to you. If you react like that, I’ll be sad. What’s wrong with me?”

Seo Yehyeon, who turned a simple exclamation into disgust, picked up a volleyball rolling at his feet and spun it around with one finger as he spoke.

“Actually, I was going to ask about the game rules, but it seems like checking if basic movements are even possible should come first. Game rules can at least be memorized, but it’s impossible for skills to dramatically improve in just a few days of practice.”

“That’s true.”

Kim Dobin, who successfully bounced the ball with his wrist area ten times in a row with his arms fully extended, said confidently.

“Did you see? I succeeded at ten tosses.”

“…What you just did was a receive, Doby.”

Seo Yehyeon, holding his forehead, let out a deep sigh with a face that didn’t know where to start pointing out the problems.

Seo Yehyeon, who was demonstrating that a toss was like this by raising his arms and throwing and catching the ball with his fingertips, dropped the ball on the fourth try. It was quite a contrasting scene with Kim Dobin, who shouted “Ah, right!” from the side and easily succeeded at ten toss movements.

Was it Kim Dobin who couldn’t distinguish between tosses and receives, or Seo Yehyeon who couldn’t even manage ten tosses?

He approached Kim Dobin, who had managed up to twenty toss movements, and snatched the ball away with a swoosh before it could touch Kim Dobin’s fingertips, scolding him.

“You said you watched anime. What did you see in the anime?”

“Youth, sportsmanship, passion, talent, competition, growth.”

“Don’t watch such useless things. If it’s volleyball anime, watch how to play volleyball.”

Clicking his tongue, he lightly threw the ball toward the basketball hoop attached to the sports center wall. The volleyball drew a parabolic arc and went in cleanly without even touching the net.

“If I was going to watch that, I would have watched YouTube tutorial videos. Why would I watch anime?”

Kim Dobin shook his head with an expression of looking at a truly pathetic guy, shouted “Float serve!” and jumped up high to strike the ball he threw up with his palm forcefully.

The ball was spinning like crazy, so what float serve, damn it.

More than anything, being treated like a pathetic guy by Kim Dobin really didn’t sit well with me.

Anyway, Kim Dobin would take volleyball, I would take soccer, and we decided that Ryu Jaehee would handle relay race like before.

Since he was the youngest, most energetic, and his legs had gotten even longer than before, we unanimously pushed Ryu Jaehee into relay race, thinking it would be even more advantageous.

“I’ll do short-distance running. It seems like it’ll end the shortest and be clean. There are separate lanes so there’s no chance of bumping into others.”

Gyeon Hajun chose short-distance running instead of the disappeared wrestling.

“For the three people in archery, Yehyeon Hyung and who else will participate?”

“Let’s exclude those two with an average score of 1.5 points and go with the three of us like this.”

Seo Yehyeon drew a circle in the air with his finger, grouping me and Kim Dobin together, then made a motion of throwing us both away.

Since I knew very well through both before and after regression that I wouldn’t be helpful in archery, I didn’t particularly object and obediently nodded my head. I also didn’t want to do things where I wouldn’t stand out.

However, Kim Dobin, who had done well in practice but failed spectacularly in the actual event, didn’t seem to agree with that proposal.

“1.5 points?! I shot 3 points too!”

At Kim Dobin’s fierce rebuttal, Ryu Jaehee crossed his arms and lifted his chin.

“You shot 3 points and then 0 points. What’s 0 plus 3? It’s 3, right? Divide 3 by 2. That’s 1.5, right?”

“And you also shot 2 points. Three 2-points, one 3-point, one 0-point. Add them all up and it’s 9 points, so if you divide that by 5… it’s 1.8 points!”

“I see, so it went up by 0.3 points.”

“Right, it’s not 1.5 points! So you can’t be paired with Eden Hyung who has an average of 1.5.”

“No, that’s not what’s important right now…”

Ryu Jaehee, left speechless, looked at Seo Yehyeon as if asking for help, but Seo Yehyeon, who had already been hit by Kim Dobin’s illogical attacks several times before, quietly averted his gaze.

If I had to pick one person among the five of us who would live the longest, it would probably be Kim Dobin. The problem is that talking with him shortens the other person’s lifespan.

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The day of filming 【Idol Sports Championship】.

“Ah, white again. Can’t they give us a different color?”

Ryu Jaehee looked at the Sports University uniform placed in our waiting room with name tags and complained with rare disgust.

“Why? White is safe and nice though, isn’t it?”

When I asked while putting my arms through the sleeves of the windbreaker-style uniform, Ryu Jaehee held the windbreaker uniform with two fingers as if he didn’t even want to touch it and said:

“The jersey was still okay, but since it’s a windbreaker, it reminds me of the 【Come to My Universe】 stage costume. The pants are white too.”

As I zipped up to my neck and paused to look in the mirror, a ghostly image from our 【Come to My Universe】 activities appeared in the reflection.

“Hey hey, zip it down! Don’t pull it all the way up! Ugh, I had just forgotten about it!”

I hurriedly pulled the zipper back down at Seo Yehyeon’s hysterical cry.

While I disliked the song 【Come to My Universe】 itself, the person who most terribly hated everything about it—from the concept to the activities—among the five of us was Seo Yehyeon.

And rightfully so. After we attempted a dramatic 180-degree turnaround with 【One Chance】, what kept getting posted constantly were Seo Yehyeon’s 【Come to My Universe】 music video and stage photos with titles about the importance of idol hair and makeup and content about hair and makeup that couldn’t even save that face.

Those photos were even still being bumped up with recent additions whenever we were about to forget them. Thanks to Seo Yehyeon serving as our reliable visual member shield, we fortunately received relatively less attention.

“I suddenly don’t want to wear this…”

Gyeon Hajun, who had just put one arm through the sleeve, also showed the same disgust as Ryu Jaehee.

“Why are they doing this to us? They should just give us a different color.”

Kim Dobin, who had been disappointed about missing the purple color that Wannabe got again and was tapping the uniform, grabbed the uniform with a sullen face.

But that was only for a moment—he dropped the uniform from his hands, startled by Seo Yehyeon’s hand suddenly grabbing his shoulder.

“That’s right, Doby! You said it well! Dyeing! We’ll dye it! Then it’ll look at least a little less like the 【Come to My Universe】 stage costume! Should we pour orange juice on it? What could dye it well in a short time?”

“Eden Hyung! Yehyeon Hyung has lost his mind!”

“Why are you trying to change teams by yourself, Hyung! If you dye it, the team will change!”

“The team won’t change, they’ll probably just give us another spare outfit. Yehyeon Hyung, even if you work hard to dye and change the color of the clothes, you’ll still have to wear this no matter what.”

At the urgent cries, Gyeon Hajun and I barely managed to pull Seo Yehyeon away from Kim Dobin and calm him down.

Even when leaving the waiting room for the opening ceremony, all five of us absolutely did not zip up to our necks. Seo Yehyeon didn’t zip up at all and left it completely open.

After the opening ceremony where people in the same colored clothes gathered together ended, the colors scattered and mixed. Some approached people they knew to exchange warm greetings, while others stayed together only with their group members.

“Oh, Senior!”

For some reason, a familiar face came up to me with a friendly greeting.

Who was that again? A group I sold songs to? Thanks to the collaboration between USB and my memories, I was able to remember the groups I had sold songs to before my regression and send them songs even during my slump period.

Before I could even blink, he loudly added:

“It’s late, but congratulations on DTB’s victory!”

Only then did I remember where I had seen this face before.

I discreetly glanced down to check the name tag that read “Nedion Shin Heeun” on his blue uniform, then naturally struck up a conversation as if I had known all along.

“Ah, we met during the first preliminary round waiting period, right, Heeun?”

“You remember!”

Shin Heeun’s face immediately brightened noticeably.

“Even back then, I thought the beret fashion you wore looked cool, and sure enough, it became trendy after the broadcast aired.”

“He bought one too.”

A teammate sitting next to Shin Heeun giggled mischievously like he was tattling. Shin Heeun nudged his member with his elbow and smiled sheepishly.

“You even cheered me on, but I got eliminated right in the first preliminary round, so I was really embarrassed.”

I did?

Since I didn’t particularly remember giving him any words of encouragement, I narrowed my eyes trying to recall, and Shin Heeun scratched the back of his head and spoke again.

“You told me to do well, but I immediately messed up my lyrics…”

Shin Heeun trailed off.

Ah, that wasn’t encouragement, just a polite greeting I gave because I had nothing else to say. But I didn’t bother to voice the truth and create unnecessary trouble.

“Because of Heeun, we were almost forced to watch DTB 4 live.”

“This hyung nagged us so much about having to vote for you in the finals.”

“The cypher and semi-final stage were really cool.”

The Nedion members each added their comments. Some of them looked at me with truly sparkling eyes, as if they had genuinely enjoyed watching DTB 4.

Yeah, this is it. Lately, the youngest line had been looking at me with much less respect and sparkle in their eyes, which made me feel disappointed, but Yoon Eden isn’t dead yet.

I exchanged numbers with Shin Heeun and sent him off to the event competition with another polite greeting.

KIBA from a group called New Frame and Lee Ro, a senior from X10, a group one year ahead of us, also quietly approached and subtly asked if I would appear as a producer on DTB 5, which would air next year.

What these two had in common was that they were idol rappers who had appeared on DTB 4. More precisely, they were idol rappers who avoided split-screen editing but instead had their solo shot embarrassing moments preserved for posterity.

“As you know, I can’t join a label, so while I might be a participant, I probably can’t appear as a producer.”

“You won this season, but you’d appear again next season…?”

Geez, can’t even make a joke.

Soon, my phone contacts were filled with the numbers of those who had appeared on DTB 4, or were interested in DTB, or had been avid viewers of DTB 4.

Why are there so many people who watched DTB? Hip hop and DTB were definitely the trend around this time.

I was punishing Kim Dobin, who was giggling and teasing me by calling me “the idol of idols,” when suddenly a different colored uniform squeezed in among Rev’s white ones.

And he naturally took a seat among us, even waving at Gyeon Hajun, who had a slightly stiff expression, and me, who looked flustered, with a leisurely face.

What the hell is with this guy?

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