The Crown Prince Is An Idol Part 1

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Chapter 20

“I’m so nervous again, I’m going crazy.”

“Please, please, we have to win…….”

“What benefits do you think will come out?”

The trainees' chatter permeated the air on set.

Only a cold wind was blowing through the space that had been bustling with spectators just a few hours ago.

The cold felt so good on the skin that everyone gulped dry saliva.

I glanced around at the trainees lined up in groups.

'The groups that sense defeat already have a bad complexion.'

You can't know the results until you try.

You shouldn't easily become frustrated and feel defeated.

These lines are typical of lines that give false hope.

People from a third-party perspective might say that.

However, anyone who is deeply involved in a particular situation will already know better than anyone else.

Because they have clearly seen with their own two eyes competitors who have shown a superior presence than them.

“…….”

"Ha."

The trainees on my right who are lowering their heads are a prime example.

It must have felt desperate, to perform the same song on the same stage.

The fact that they cannot turn this situation around with their own abilities.

“To everyone who has successfully completed the first round of <Idol Producing Simulation>, thank you for your hard work.”

Choi Sia, who went up on stage, began the event with a short bow.

A reflexive applause rang out.

“The 300 national managers who came here today watched your performance and cast their precious votes for the team they thought did better. Let’s check out which teams among the 300 votes took the honor of victory and what benefits they will receive right now!”

A huge sign was created on a large screen installed at the back of the set.

A detailed graph of the eight mission song names and the categories of the Red/Blue teams.

“Then let’s check the results starting from the first group, <The Party>.”

The trainees, at the very end, flinched for a moment.

Even though they were quite a distance away, I could hear their earnest mutterings.

"Please please."

“I just want to get to the second round. Please.”

“Just once. Just once.”

The votes for the Red/Blue teams were revealed, accompanied by some unnecessarily grandiose sound effects.

The close fight was more intense than I thought, and a surprised sound came out from behind me.

“Wow, how many votes is that difference?”

“It was 143 to 157……. It was only a difference of 14 votes.”

“I’m shaking, honestly.”