The Hit Song of This Life Is Revenge - Chapter 61

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My Hit Song in This Life Is Revenge
Chapter 61
The internet churned like a blast furnace.
Hyun-joo felt the scorching heat pouring from the monitor as if it were pressing against her skin.
The viewer forum for I’m Your Singer Season 3 had already exploded.
The last screen she’d checked was packed with thread titles demanding explanations, row after row.
The broadcasters were probably in quite a bind too.
But without knowing the outcome, her chest wasn’t completely hollow.
Hiss—
The lingering frustration was swept away by the carbonation of beer.
“What a spectacle.”
The internet users who’d migrated to the community forum were still going at it furiously, well past midnight, trading arguments back and forth.
└ Baek Song-ha only looks like she sleeps, so there was no time for her to steal the song.
└ This is insane lmaooooo.
└ Hey. You trying to crack jokes in the middle of this? Someone’s life is on the line.
└ If you want to play the moralist, go ahead and disconnect from the internet.
└ But I’m being serious. It’d at least be funny if it were somewhat similar.
Hyun-joo felt no urge to laugh either.
The lodging broadcast shouldn’t have aired like that.
Once they’d stripped out all the key scenes, there was nothing left to broadcast.
As she scrolled down further, sharper comments multiplied.
└ Something was off from the lodging broadcast. Baek Song-ha’s such a spoiled princess lol. Princesses have no sin in coveting things.
└ I think that was bait. Didn’t the production team air it on purpose because they were that pissed off?
└ But I’m not sure if Baek Song-ha would’ve done it. If she’d actually stolen it, would she have gone on stage?
└ You know what that means? People strip off everything before they freeze to death. Usually, there’s nothing left to see right before they’re about to collapse.
It wasn’t unreasonable for some comments to express doubt about whether Baek Song-ha had really done it.
But Hyun-joo shook her head.
They’d twisted the program itself inside out—what did one sheet of music matter?
She brought the beer can back to her lips and clicked the mouse.
Just past a few posts, comments defending Lee Jae-i flooded in.
└ Setting everything else aside, judging purely by the performance, it was Lee Jae-i’s song, hands down.
└ Yeah… I cried listening to a song for the first time in years.
└ ㅇㅇ Agreed. Even if Lee Jae-i did copy, at this level, Lee Jae-i deserves to win.
This time Hyun-joo nodded along.
Looking at only the interpretation of the song, there was no room for argument.
It was a decisive victory for Lee Jae-i.
But it wasn’t a question that could remain purely emotional.
While browsing the community thread, Hyun-joo kept glancing at her cell phone.
‘It’s about time for a call.’
It was still too quiet.
Why did waiting always stretch time like this?
Hyun-joo shook her head again and fixed her eyes on the monitor.
At her age, she’d never thought she’d spend this much time on a community forum.
But if she didn’t do this, time would drag even more slowly.
That was when it happened.
One thread title among the posts caught in her throat, sharp and painful.
‘What is this?’
Hyun-joo set down the can she was holding and focused on the monitor.
[Baek Song-ha definitely plagiarized. (Read and judge for yourselves.)]
Drawn in by the irresistible title, Hyun-joo clicked on it.
[Writing casually. The broadcasting station contacted me saying they’d give me a gift certificate if I’d delete my post. At the time, I’d written about someone seeming like a trainee the station had plugged into the program. It wasn’t even profanity, but my heart was racing like crazy. I felt like I’d become a troll. I got scared they’d sue me, so I just deleted it. Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t have been scared anyway. But my judgment seems to have been right. If there was nothing to feel guilty about, why would they have done that?]
“Ugh.”
Hyun-joo immediately recognized what the post was about.
She’d been called in to see the Chief Producer and gotten an earful because of that very post.
He’d told her that he’d handle the damage control, and from now on, the broadcasts needed to be done properly.
“This is absolutely ridiculous.”
What kind of world did they live in now?
Trying to silence someone with methods that wouldn’t have worked even in the Joseon dynasty—it was unthinkable.
How on earth had they climbed to that position?
By shaking a rattle in their hand as eagerly as Hwang Seong-su did?
She couldn’t even muster a bitter laugh.
‘No matter where I go, this is how it’ll be.’
She wasn’t ignorant of the Chief Producer’s incompetence, but she’d thought that as long as she did her job well, it would be fine.
Because she was the one driving the program.
When the water above is corrupt, no amount of purification below can fix it.
Hyun-joo sighed and scrolled down.
The comments that followed were rife with questions and ridicule.
└ If it’s true, Baek Song-ha’s done for lol So how much was the gift certificate?
└ I think it was like 50,000 won, but I didn’t take it. Didn’t want to get involved.
└ Did the broadcasting station lose their minds? loll just 50k? They tried to silence someone with that? Stop making stuff up.
└ Believe it or not, I’m just telling the truth. Even if the broadcasting station contacts me, I don’t care.
└ Hey, let’s see if this is real. Post your message again.
“Good grief.”
Hyun-joo brought the beer can to her lips with a sigh—when her cell phone on the left lit up with a flash.
She reflexively set down the can.
Because she’d put it down so roughly, beer splashed from the opening onto the desk, but she didn’t even notice.
“Yes! Team Leader.”
– Hyun-joo, it’s late, but I thought I should let you know anyway.
At the first words from the other end of the line, she swallowed hard.
– The official notice has been sent out right away, and the Division Head ordered me to finish verification by tomorrow.
The word “Division Head” lodged firmly in Hyun-joo’s ear.
That meant it had been taken out of the Entertainment Director’s hands.
‘Yes!!’
Triumph erupted inside her.
She clamped her mouth shut to keep from letting it spill out, and her feet started bouncing.
A startled voice came from the other end.
– Hyun-joo, how on earth did you know about this?
“Oh, well, something just felt off about how things were going.”
– So there really was something happening?
And then came the words that followed—perfect beyond measure.
– The Entertainment Director is being called to headquarters right now. The Division Head said to handle it properly. It looks like I won’t be able to go home until this is resolved!
The Team Leader’s last words bordered on a complaint.
Hyun-joo paused to collect herself and chose her words as carefully as she could.
“That’s hard on you, not being able to leave.”
– No, it’s fine. Besides, thanks to this, the legal team got praised for doing good work. Since it’s work that needs doing anyway, it’s better to do it fast. Okay, Hyun-joo, get some rest. I’ll call you again.
“Sure. I’ll be waiting.”
The Team Leader was a workaholic.
If the legal team was taking over, they wouldn’t miss even the smallest detail.
Hyun-joo pressed her forehead with her fingertip, then released it.
‘It’s done.’
Her lips held the smile firmly in place.
The tide had already turned in her favor.
Then Hyun-joo suddenly remembered the day she’d been kicked off the program.
‘Did you really think everything would be fine if you just got rid of me?’
The last of the bitter resentment swept away clean.
Though nothing about the space had changed, the breath she drew felt fresh and clear.
As if she were bathing in a forest.
Hyun-joo drained the last of the beer can and let out a word:
“Ahhh, that’s refreshing.”
Sleep wouldn’t come tonight—not with dopamine flooding through her.
* * *
The next morning.
Hyun-joo remained on the broadcasting station’s homepage, continuously hitting refresh.
She knew it was still too early.
But if it was that Team Leader, it seemed possible.
And she pressed F5 one more time.
Before the screen changed, tension clamped down on her lungs.
‘It should be coming out soon.’
That was when it happened.
‘……!!’
[Notification Regarding Verification of Controversies Related to I’m Your Singer Season 3.]
Her heart, which had barely calmed down, suddenly leapt.
Hyun-joo scrolled down rapidly with her mouse wheel.
[Recognizing the current controversy sufficiently and to respond quickly, we have conducted verification on the audio and the entire production process based on the original filming footage.]
‘Not this. Not this part.’
She knew the opening naturally always started this way, but it was frustrating.
Wasn’t there something more important than this right now?
Like, who actually plagiarized, and how it would be handled.
And who the winner was.
Hyun-joo moved the mouse again, her heart pounding.
And on the very next line, her fingers came to an abrupt stop.

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