I’m Debuting With The Bias I Killed - Chapter 10

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Episode 10
The Practice Room fell into an oddly profound silence.
The sound of labored breathing seemed unnaturally loud.
“……”
The judges didn’t speak immediately.
They glanced down at their evaluation sheets, then looked back at me.
That brief silence stretched out, feeling several times longer than it was.
“Wow.”
It was Dance Trainer Katin who broke the stillness.
“Have you ever trained at another agency?”
I steadied my breathing and shook my head.
“No, Nyx Entertainment is my first.”
Katin’s eyebrows rose.
“Seriously? Honestly, I still don’t recognize Code 20 trainees on sight.”
He glanced at the trainer sitting beside him.
“But to improve this much in such a short time—”
The other trainer nodded in agreement.
“With no foundation, this level in just two days—”
‘Got them.’
Exactly the point I’d been aiming for.
The biggest advantage of performing first is having no basis for comparison. If polished trainees like Lee Yul or Ju Han had gone first, they wouldn’t have been nearly as impressed.
And as the order progresses, the judges grow fatigued.
The combination of their rock-bottom expectations—or perhaps complete lack thereof—and my position in the lineup created a positive impression that far exceeded my actual skill.
“Of course, your technique itself still needs work.”
Song In-hyuk adjusted his glasses.
“Yes.”
“Your breathing faltered toward the end, and your movements were stiff overall.”
“……Yes.”
I nodded at the accurate critique.
“But.”
Song In-hyuk looked back at me.
“Your potential for improvement is substantial.”
For a moment, several trainees lifted their heads.
‘He really does know how to lift people up and put them down.’
“Usually—”
Song In-hyuk tapped the desk with his fingers.
“It’s difficult just to memorize all of that in two days.”
“Right?”
Katin immediately agreed.
“I mean, the Choreography—how did you manage to learn it all?”
This was the question I’d been waiting for.
“Since I’ve never studied dance before.”
I paused to collect myself.
“I gave up on dancing well.”
The judges all turned to look at me simultaneously.
“Instead.”
I lifted the corners of my mouth slightly.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t make a single mistake.”
Katin burst out laughing.
“That’s a smart approach.”
“At least that’s something I could achieve through practice.”
The judges’ eyes moved between each other.
Scratch, scratch—
The sound of pens moving across the evaluation sheets filled the air.
“Did you do all of that on your own?”
This too was a question I’d anticipated. I hesitated for just a moment before speaking.
“……There were trainees who helped me.”
In that instant, the writer’s eyes gleamed.
“Who?”
“Code 1 and Code 3.”
In an instant, Lee Yul and Han Sang-yun’s gazes turned toward me simultaneously.
“Code 3 is.”
I looked first at Lee Yul.
“Despite having a hurt arm, he kept showing me each movement one by one.”
“And Code 1……”
This time I turned toward Han Sang-yun.
“He taught me how to control strength and weakness. Thanks to him, I was able to dance all the way through.”
The judges’ brief laughter softened the atmosphere.
“These two trainees are quite promising.”
“It’s touching, really — competitors helping each other out like that.”
It would be juicy material for the writers and producer too. First place and last place narratives worked across every genre.
“We’re looking forward to more from you.”
“Thank you!”
I bowed and returned to my seat. Eyes followed me — envy, wariness, and some frankly hostile stares.
“How much have you been practicing?”
Han Sang-yun tapped my shoulder lightly.
“You’re a completely different person.”
Since you taught me, I’ve put in exactly another hundred hours of practice.
“I worked hard.”
“This isn’t just hard work — this is something else entirely.”
His eyes were serious even as he smiled.
“Still……it was worth teaching you.”
“You did well.”
That single phrase somehow gave me strength.
Lee Yul, on the other hand, said nothing.
He simply watched me in silence.
“If a new trainee is at this level already, expectations for the other trainees are going to skyrocket, aren’t they?”
Sighs rippled through the room.
The evaluations that followed were, quite literally, a disaster. They’d nail the choreography and drop the lyrics, or sing well and butcher the dance moves.
“I had no idea you were just going to dance and not sing at all.”
“So during filming, you’re only dancing — you’re not singing at all?”
Some skipped entire verses or just stood there blank, doing nothing.
The judges, sympathetic, kept mouthing “Just do it” and “Keep going.”
“Dropped all the choreography details, couldn’t even start the vocals…….”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? You’re the one who won’t debut.”
Each word was a blade. Soon enough, trainees began visibly crying.
“Code 13, why are you crying? What good does crying do you right now?”
“N-no, I’m fine.”
Finally, Song In-hyuk, unable to bear it any longer, picked up the microphone.
“You all.”
Just from his voice alone, you could feel him holding back anger.
“Code 20 over there has only been a trainee for a week, and she’s memorized everything perfectly. What are the rest of you doing?”
‘This is… like sitting on a bed of nails.’
“We’ve started filming.”
Song In-hyuk’s voice dropped even lower.
“You all realize this is a company survival show, right? Where’s your sense of urgency?”
The trainees’ faces went pale in real time.
“Wake up. Aren’t you scared that the girl who’s Code 20 is getting a better position number than all of you?”
He hadn’t raised his voice, which made the pressure even heavier. Vocal trainer Park Jae-hoon, sitting beside him, quickly laughed and stepped in.
“S-sir, let’s just stop here for now, shall we? The kids were probably nervous for their first evaluation, and we still have filming to do. Right, Producer?”
But the producer just smirked.
“Why? This is dramatic and good content.”
Park Jae-hoon faltered.
“There’s plenty of material here for editing.”
Typical. The man was a dopamine junkie.
Kang Se-jun quickly shifted the mood.
“As expected, the path to achieving the dream of debut isn’t easy. So, let’s move on to the evaluation of Code 10.”
“Yes!”
Choi Un-jo’s loud, resonant voice echoed through the Practice Room.
“Code 10 trainee, are you nervous?”
“Soy sauce?”
Choi Un-jo’s nonsensical reply drew laughter from the MC and the judges alike.
“Nervous, nervous.”
“Oh, nervousness? No, no nerves at all!”
Even back during his Impacter days, I’d felt it—that was pure talent.
“Then, I’ll begin!”
His mischievous expression hardened in an instant.
“Doesn’t Un-jo look like a completely different person when he’s not smiling?”
His face changed so dramatically without a smile that fans who’d fallen for him on stage often said it took them a while to adjust.
More surprising than his clean dancing was how stable his singing turned out to be—better than expected.
But then.
[Make a new history
Beyond this door……]
Suddenly his voice stopped.
‘Did he forget the lyrics?’
“……Yeah, we go up now, break the code—”
While everyone held their breath, Choi Un-jo smoothly switched the bridge into a rap instead.
“……!”
The judges flinched at his audacity, then laughed.
“Code 10 trainee, how did it feel when you forgot the lyrics?”
“Oh, total disaster. That’s what it was.”
I caught sight of Han Sang-yun pressing his forehead with his palm.
“Where does he even pick up words like that…….”
That was surprising too. Even after debuting, Han Sang-yun remained Choi Un-jo’s keeper of manners.
“Forgetting lyrics is a fatal mistake, but handling it so naturally is also a skill—so overall, that was excellent.”
“Judge, thank you so much!”
Han Sang-yun pressed his forehead again.
Next came Code 4—Go Jae-sung’s turn.
“Jae-sung, well.”
Katin smiled.
“He’ll have prepared well.”
The music started, and Go Jae-sung began the intro with perfect timing.
‘He wasn’t without skill, at least.’
I heard admiring murmurs from Go Jae-sung’s circle of supporters nearby.
“Look how precise his movements are.”
“Lucky him—you can tell he’s got debut material written all over him.”
I watched Go Jae-sung’s dancing closely. His arms and legs moved with flashy flair, each motion connecting smoothly to the beat.
But I smiled faintly.
‘On the surface, it’s flawless. But…….’
What he’d missed, I could see.
And there was also that slip in the lyrics at the end. He’d glossed over it casually enough, but my ear didn’t miss it.
“He was well-prepared.”
“Thank you!”
Finally, it was Code 3’s turn—Kang Se-jun’s.
Truth be told, Go Jae-sung’s evaluation barely registered. All my attention was fixed on Lee Yul’s injured arm. No matter how perfectly he executed the choreography, that Cast would inevitably be a disadvantage.
“Code 3 trainee, please step forward.”
“Yes!”
Kang Se-jun walked forward.
And then.
“What?”
“Is it healed?”
He removed the partial Cast.
I shot up from my seat without thinking.
‘What are you doing.’
Kang Se-jun rotated his arm wordlessly.
My brow immediately furrowed. Pain was still visible.
‘He’s not fully healed and he’s going to dance without the Cast?’
I barely managed to sit back down, clinging to reason, but I still couldn’t believe it.
The judges and MC also froze at Lee Yul’s sudden move.
“Code 3 trainee, you don’t have to push yourself. The cast can be—”
“It’s fine.”
‘Fine? What’s fine about this……!’
I gripped my head. A doubt crept in—had he really never been injured once since debuting? Was that a lie too?
But Lee Yul simply stretched his wrists and ankles lightly, then went straight into the evaluation.
* * *
[Boom!]
I watched Lee Yul’s stage without catching my breath. When he extended his injured arm, my shoulders flinched without my meaning them to.
His voice wavered briefly with pain, but his expression didn’t crumble.
‘Just a little more.’
‘Just a little more.’
My fingertips went numb from clenching my fists so hard. Every single movement felt like a life-or-death quest.
[Open this door
The only code
Boy’s code]
The moment he stretched his arm for the final move—
‘Done!’
Even if a goal went in at the World Cup, I couldn’t cheer like this. My throat burned hot. It felt like the moment someone touched me, I’d burst into tears.
All the tension drained from my body.
‘He danced, not me, so why does everything hurt……’
The dance trainer spoke up, visibly moved.
“I got a little emotional there.”
The Practice Room fell silent.
“A trainee who wants to stand on stage this badly deserves a good position.”
“Is your arm really okay?”
Song In-hyuk let out a sigh.
“Yes, it’s almost completely healed. And… I didn’t want to be left with regrets.”
In the distance, I saw the writer nod firmly. ‘That’s it!’
“Well done.”
“Thank you!”
The last two were Han Sang-yun and Ju Han. Both lived up to everyone’s expectations.
Especially Ju Han. That guy was born to be an idol. Han Sang-yun was solid too, but Ju Han was something else.
‘That’s the kind of person who becomes a celebrity’—and ‘that kind’ was Ju Han. There was a reason he’d been center before the regression. Seeing him in person, his skill and presence were enough to leave you speechless.
‘No wonder Lee Yul felt so stressed.’
Being the same age, they got compared to each other constantly.
Still, thanks to the last two, the judges left satisfied smiles, and the Mid-term Evaluation came to an end.
“The Mid-term Evaluation is finally over. Everyone, thank you for your hard work! After the judges deliberate, we’ll announce the final position assignments.”
After quite some time had passed, the judges returned to the Practice Room.
“Then, we’ll begin by calling out the trainees assigned to Code C group.”
Nine codes were called, and fortunately, mine wasn’t among them.
‘……I made it.’
“Next is Code B group.”
Five more codes were called, and I instinctively felt it was my turn now.
But the moment I took a step forward, a number was announced.
“Finally, Code 4.”
That wasn’t my number.
I Debuted With My Dead Bias (Serialized)
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