The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol - Chapter 69

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69

“Joo Woo-sung is taking his shot~.”

Joo Woo-sung proceeded to thoroughly dismantle my composure before releasing his arrow, landing a perfect 10 points.

[10 points! A perfect 10!]

“This is serious, very serious~.”

Joo Woo-sung hummed a cheerful tune. I exhaled deeply, took my stance, and fixed my gaze on the target.
In that moment, I recalled the day I was practicing aegyo—Kang Yi-chae’s expression of sheer horror as he looked at me.

Thwack!

‘Damn it!’

[Oh no, 8 points—so close!~]
[Could Seo Ho-yoon have suffered a significant blow to his mental fortitude??]

“Wahahahaha!”

Joo Woo-sung seized the moment without hesitation, bursting into laughter beside me. I shot him a quiet, measured glare.
I considered threatening him, but with so many eyes watching, I thought better of it.

“Oh dear, what am I to do.”

Joo Woo-sung continued to gloat with an insufferably pleased smile, then without a moment’s hesitation, drew his bowstring and struck dead center once more—another perfect 10.

Damn it…
The man was genuinely talented.

[Wow, Joo Woo-sung’s experience as a gold medalist really shows!~]
[Will Black Call secure first place again?]

First place.
They can’t be allowed to take first.
I took a deep breath.

“Remember, remember… when I first picked up a bow…”

Ding!

[That was only a few weeks ago!]

‘Be quiet.’

I muttered under my breath, but the System Window—which never missed an opportunity to be annoying—chimed in with its usual snark.
I brushed it off and pulled up the memory from back then.
I thought about the stiff feel of the bow, the bowstring that required more force than I’d expected, the firm position my left hand needed to maintain. I took a deep breath and executed the sequence of movements naturally.
I can do this.

Whoosh!

In that moment, I released the hand gripping the string, and the arrow flew true, embedding itself perfectly in the target.

[Ten points! Seo Ho-yoon has hit a perfect ten again!]
[Has he recovered his composure~?!]

No, it was more than just recovering composure. Joo Woo-sung tilted his head curiously before raising his bow again. Another ten points.
The broadcast commentators went wild, but their excitement barely registered with me.

‘I just need to do my part.’

I drew another bowstring. The arrow flew and struck dead center once more.

[Seo Ho-yoon with back-to-back perfect tens! Ten points!]
[Wow! What’s the total score now?]
[Fifty-two points each! It’s a tie!]

Joo Woo-sung let out a short laugh and stepped forward, drawing his bowstring. But perhaps distracted by my consecutive perfect scores, his posture wavered slightly, and he scored a nine.

[Nine points! A nine-point score!]
[With this, Black Call’s final score is 61 points! If The Dun scores 10 points, the match is over!]
[Can Seo Ho-yoon overcome this pressure and land three consecutive perfect 10s?]

I brushed back my sweat-dampened bangs. My face filled the main screen, and the arena stirred with anticipation, but none of it registered. In this moment, my world contained only three things: myself, my bow, and that target.

Ding!

[My, aren’t you working hard? I’m starting to feel sorry for them.]

‘I absolutely cannot embarrass myself any further.’

No way.
I gripped my bow and stepped onto the archery platform. Placing my left foot slightly forward, I nocked the arrow with precision. Everything felt within my control.

“Exhale…”

The target, twenty-five meters away.
I slowly raised my left arm and drew the bowstring to my lips. The world seemed to fall silent in that instant. The red ring at the center—the 10-point zone. I aimed there and released the string from my fingers. The arrow appeared to drift through the air in slow motion.
The red ring at the center, 10 points.
I aimed there and released the string from my fingers. The arrow appeared to drift through the air in slow motion.
And then,

Crack!

I shattered the lens.

‘…It’s done.’

As I slowly lowered my bow, the ambient noise rushed back in.

[…Sir! Seo Ho-yoon!! He shattered the lens!!]
[Beyond 10 points?! For the first time ever, in the finals, Seo Ho-yoon has destroyed the lens!]

The stunned staff members checked the lens once more, then waved their arms in confirmation. The broadcast commentators leaped to their feet.

[The Dun! That’s 10 points! Black Call has 61 points, The Dun takes first place with 62 points~!!]
[Wow! That final shot was the highlight of this archery competition!]
[Seo Ho-yoon’s form when releasing the arrow was absolutely artistic.]
[I thought it was a movie scene. With that solemn expression, the camera angles, the cinematography—it was pure art.]

I flexed my slightly sweaty hands a few times, and the announcer from the stadium rushed over for an interview.

“Seo Ho-yoon, you destroyed the lens and hit three consecutive 10-pointers to take the gold medal! How do you feel?”
“Ah… how do I feel?”

How I feel. Right.

“Yes! Joo Woo-sung’s interference tactics shook your focus for a moment, but you recovered like a ghost and nailed that 10-pointer.”

I snapped back to reality in an instant, looking around bewilderingly. The Dun members were already linking arms and waving frantically. Meanwhile, Joo Woo-sung… was staring at me with a slightly fed-up expression.
…A fed-up expression?
That’s not the face you should be making, is it?

‘Damn it… and here I thought I was doing you a favor?’

Rage welled up belatedly.
I was ready to let my junior take first place. Did he really need to sabotage me just to beat me?
The moment I twitched my fingers, the System Window caught on perfectly and rushed over.

[At your service!]

Ding!

[Choice:
-Ho-yoon is just… naturally good at archery, you know?
-Did you see my exceptional archery skills?]

“Did you see my impressive archery skills?”
I made my choice and shamelessly opened my mouth with my eyes focused on Joo Woo-seong.

I selected and locked eyes with Joo Woo-sung, opening my mouth with shameless confidence.
“……yes yes?”
“Ho-yoon is just…”

“Naturally good at archery, you know? No need for all that other stuff.”

I recalled the aegyo I’d displayed before, and openly mocked this latest sabotage attempt. Then, with a smile that was bound to look insufferable, I swept back my bangs that kept slipping down from the sweat.
“It’s really troublesome when other people behave so rudely.”

“When others resort to such petty tactics, it’s really quite troublesome~.”
He smiled kindly at Joo Woo-seong and left. When Joo Woo-seong saw my cuteness, he shook his head with an expression that said he really couldn’t stand it.
For the record, this was something I said of my own volition, without the System Window’s assistance.

I knew this scene would inevitably become the tournament’s most viral clip, circulating endlessly under the caption “Ho-yoon really hated that,” yet I couldn’t help myself.

‘That’s my victory.’

No one would dare mock my embarrassing moments now. Having shed all shame and gilded my face with shamelessness, I was now completely immune to aegyo attacks.

Ding!

[(Victory secured, but aegyo…) Seo Ho-yoon’s mysterious 1 loss!]

Shut up.
Number of first places: 2/3]

1st Place Count 2/3]

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“Gunyang is good at archery.”

“You’re just naturally amazing at archery~.”
I clasped my hands and muttered quietly.

I interlaced my fingers and murmured quietly to myself.
“But what is your criteria for being number one?”
“I just need one more first place.”

“I only need to do it three times….”

The members, unaware of why I was so fixated on first place, simply exchanged glances in confusion.

[The highlight of Victory is Mine! The relay race begins!]
White Cherry must have made up her mind this time, winning the gold medal in the women’s 400m relay.
At last, the moment for the relay had arrived.

Yet I couldn’t simply celebrate. The floor seemed slippery, and a member from another group had nearly fallen.
“It looks a little slippery….”

“It seems a bit slippery….”
I don’t know why, but strangely, Jeong Da-jun felt a little uneasy. I think the other members will be fine, but Jeong Da-jun, who is stomping his feet in the heat of victory, is like a child thrown into the water… .
We tied our shoelaces extremely tight.
For some reason, Jung Da-jun seemed oddly anxious. The other members seemed fine enough, but Jung Da-jun, bouncing on his feet with competitive fire, looked like a child left at the water’s edge….
P
“Hey, be careful.”
“It does seem a bit slippery…?”

“Um… Yes!”

He answered brightly enough, but something still felt precarious.
“Ah, I understand, bro. I’m really worried.”

“Yeah, I got it, Hyung. Stop worrying.”

I checked that Jung Da-jun’s shoelaces were tied securely and gave his back a firm pat. Sung Ji-won was our first runner. Then Kang Yi-chae, me, and Kim Sung-hyun, with Jung Da-jun anchoring last.

[Another highlight following the women’s 400m! The men’s 500m relay race!]

The competition itself progressed quickly. Since they were only running it once, accounting for the extended time, people participated and cheered desperately with the sense that this was the finale.
[Lane 1, The Dawn! What is the name of The Dawn team? ‘Deodeodeodeodeon’? Did you imitate the expression of running from place to place?]

[Lane 1, The Dun! What’s your team name? “The-the-the-the-Dun”? Could it be a play on the expression “running fast and furiously”?]

….

Sung Ji-won sheepishly raised his hand and confessed.
“That is real discrimination.”

“That’s seriously unfair.”

Kang Yi-chae muttered with reluctance as he moved to his starting position, but I couldn’t dampen Sung Ji-won’s spirits now—he was the one breaking the relay. Watching Sung Ji-won approach the line lightly and take his starting position, I shifted to my own spot.

[Alright, the 500m relay is starting!]

Bang!

It had begun.
[Oh no, this can’t be happening! The movement is not big, but the speed is outstanding!]

[No way! His movements aren’t exaggerated, but his speed is exceptional!]

Of course—Sung Ji-won excels at everything except his personality. His speed was remarkable, and his stamina was equally outstanding. I watched as Sung Ji-won’s baton reached Kang Yi-chae, then quickly moved to my position and got into stance.

[The Dun and Refined are battling for first place right now! And there—Sung Ji-won just passed the baton to Kang Yi-chae!]

The distance was too great to see clearly, but Kang Yi-chae snatched the baton with uncanny precision and sprinted toward me.
[Kang Ichae also shows off his tumbling skills on stage! It’s really flying here too, it’s flying!]

[You know, Kang Yi-chae does tumbling on stage! He’s flying here too, absolutely flying!]

Kang Yi-chae was running with everything he had. A notification from the esports broadcast came to mind.

‘Kang Yi-chae cannot be stopped!’

“Brother!”

Kang Yi-chae called out to me, extending the hand holding the baton. I felt the eyes of other group members on me, but I carefully shuffled forward, timing the handoff perfectly. The moment the baton touched my palm, I pushed off with all my strength and bolted forward.
[It’s not just that you’re good at archery! Seo Ho-yoon’s physical condition is in trouble, it’s in trouble!]

[It’s not just his archery skills! Seo Ho-yoon’s athleticism is incredible, just incredible!]

I heard the commentators mimicking my earlier aegyo, but I was already past caring. The real problem was….

‘This floor is….’
I broke into a cold sweat for a moment, but I ran while looking straight ahead as much as possible. When I become aware that something is strange, the pace gets involved.
Slippery.

As I rounded the corner near where Noel was sitting, the crowd erupted.

[The Dun members are all quite tall, aren’t they? They’re stretching out beautifully!]
“uh!”

“Yes!”

[Oh wow, it’s the Robber-catching duo! Kim Sung-hyun and Seo Ho-yoon! They’re passing the baton very smoothly!]

Kim Sung-hyun took the baton and sprinted forward, nearly stumbling as his foot caught, but he quickly regained his balance.

‘Ah…’

I caught my breath as I joined Sung Ji-won and Kang Yi-chae, who were already running ahead.
“Right now in first place.”
“How are we doing?”

“Hyun-sung is really fast.”
[The Dawn went crazy today!]

[The Dun has gone wild today!]

We had nearly a full lap lead over the other teams. Everyone murmured in amazement at such a massive gap—something they’d rarely seen before—but a small thorn seemed lodged in my heart, something subtly unsettling that wouldn’t go away.

‘Something feels off…’
[Is this a half-turn difference, so it’s almost like winning?]

[With a half-lap difference, this is practically already won!]

Kim Sung-hyun made one final push, driving hard off the ground as he handed the baton to Jung Da-jun.
“yes!”

“Got it!”
At that moment, Jeong Da-jun slipped because he put too much force on his foot.

suddenly, Jung Da-jun put too much force into his stride and slipped.

Crash!

“…!!”
Fuck, I felt uneasy about how slippery it was!

Damn it, I knew something felt slippery and wrong about this!

“Jung Da-jun!”

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