GTRC&D!

Chapter 266 The Day of the Decisive Battle (4)

My answer was concise and to the point.

"Yes. Senior Seo Taehyun is doing well."

"...?"

"Our senior is currently... working hard on solving Korean language problems, I suppose?"

"No, I mean—,"

"It seems that the recently debuted Cha Minseok didn't take the college entrance exam this time. Congratulations on your hot debut, and I wish you a long life. Now, if you'll excuse me."

No matter what reason Cha Minseok had for talking to me, I had no intention of engaging in a long conversation with him in such a crowded place.

'Well, is Seo Taehyun doing well? If he is, so what? If he isn't, then what?'

I was glad I put in the effort to dress up sharply this morning. It wasn't for Cha Minseok, but if I had responded this coolly while wearing a baggy hoodie and cap, it might have lost some impact.

Even though I felt like I might freeze to death, I congratulated myself for sticking with the long coat. I purposely flicked the coat's hem dramatically as I followed the shop employee inside, making sure Cha Minseok noticed. Fortunately, I was (just a little) taller than him.

"Ah, Manager Jang."

"Hmm?"

"Um, back when I came for the Miro audition."

I hadn't forgotten to give Manager Jang a light nod, but I paused my steps because a memory suddenly surfaced.

It was the event that led to me being branded as a crybaby by Seo Taeil, and the reason rumors spread across Miro about me being the crazy trainee who fought with Seo Taeil.

"That... the person who gave me a gift back then, are they doing well? I never got the chance to thank them."

"A gift...? Ah, yes. Jaehee. Jaehee has resigned now. But she's still a fan of yours, Hajin. We used to joke that she quit because it was awkward to be a fan while working at the company."

"Really?"

My first fan in this timeline had actually resigned.

Given the high turnover in the entertainment industry, it made sense. Honestly, Ji Suho, who had been with Miro for years, was the unusual one.

Still, it was somehow comforting to know that she remained a fan of Kairos and me. Even if it was just words, the comfort and encouragement she gave me back then still held value.

"Thank you. I'll head inside now."

"Alright. Hajin, you've been doing great lately, so I feel proud and happy."

"It's all thanks to you, Manager. I'll see you later at the broadcast station."

One should never get on the wrong side of well-known managers in the entertainment industry.

Gathering every bit of courtesy I could muster, I bowed to Manager Jang and quickly moved on. Even though I could still feel Chad Mot's eyes on me, it wasn't as if this was a romance drama where he'd suddenly grab my wrist and—

'Ah, stop. Stop it. Don't keep raising flags, Kang Hajin.'

The thought of Cha Minseok grabbing my wrist like in some romantic cliché made my stomach churn.

Feeling relieved that I'd be filling in as the music show MC today, I donned the shop's special gown and took a seat.

I took off my glasses and closed my eyes, and my hairstylist, after checking my hair, started the conversation.