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– Kim Chunyong: ‘Good guy syndrome’ my a*s 

– Kim Chunyong: Does someone with that crawl on the ground drunk, begging to die? Pretty sure that’s not how it works. ㅡㅡ 

– Kim Chunyong: Besides… do you really think that’s going to work? 

– Kim Chunyong: If it was that simple, I’d have told the producers the second I overheard Liu Wei and Gao Yan talking. 

– Kim Chunyong: You need a solid foundation for anything to stick. Even a problematic member like me knows that much. 

– Kim Chunyong: Don’t reply. If my phone pings again, I’m dunking my head in a bowl of water. 

Maybe his harsh response worked. 

– X: Good for you. Pfft. [1] ㅡㅡ 

No more messages from X after that. Not that it would have mattered if there were—Chunyong could just turn off his phone anyway. 

“…Sigh.” 

Letting out a soft sigh, Chunyong leaned against the wall, slowly folding and unfolding his fingers. 

“Yeah. A lack of evidence, evidence. Concrete proof that Liu Wei’s been pulling these stunts.” 

He needed irrefutable evidence that Liu Wei had been trying to push Logan out and that he was actively sabotaging him. 

Since he couldn’t just outright expose it, that’s why he’d tried approaching Li Ming Shen, someone who held clear evidence of the harassment.

‘I could try to get Li Ming Shen on board, but… maybe I should just handle it myself. I can always use Outgram live.’ 

The rough idea that had been forming in his mind was something like this: 

Engage Liu Wei in a direct conversation and secretly start an Outgram live broadcast. 

Of course, going down this path would likely incur the wrath of the producers, and Chunyong himself could get swept up in controversy. 

But there was no more certain way than getting the words straight from Liu Wei’s own mouth. 

Maybe even more effective than what Chunyong had kept as his final trump card. 

‘Liu Wei must be getting desperate too. If I push him just right, he’ll spill everything… just like I did back then.’ 

Chunyong thought about the time when all his personal secrets were laid bare before the public and let out a bitter smile. 

“Damn it. How did that whole story about Rex’s panic meds leak to the press? Deny everything. Tell them it’s all lies. It won’t help anyone to admit an idol has mental health issues!” 

“The thing is, the journalist already did an interview… It’s all over the place, using that first article as a reference.” 

“What interview? Rex hasn’t done anything but drink and attend schedules. How could there be an interview?” 

“…Apparently, he had drinks with that person.” 

“Wait. What… what did you just say?” 

“Yeah, he’s been drinking with someone regularly… turns out it was a journalist, but he didn’t know.” 

“…Tell him not to leave the dorms for a while. Got it?!” 

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