Chapter 641 – #016. Dahee Yoo & Dahye Yoo (20), Korea University.

#016. Dahee Yoo & Dahye Yoo at Korea University.

It is not that there was something grandiose about the alliance MT.
There are a lot of participants, but it is no different from an ordinary MT.

Have fun in the morning and afternoon, eat dinner when the sun goes down, and have a talent show.
The heated atmosphere was followed by a drinking party, and a child who vomited and became an outsider…
That’s for each one to figure out.

I planned the operation together with Choi Byeong-hoon.
How can I successfully confess to Han Tae-yeon?

“Once we sing…”

Choi Byung-hoon mentioned the song with a rather serious face.
It seemed to be trying to melt Han Taeyeon’s heart with a sticky ballad.

‘Crazy bastard.’

A guy who sings well won’t talk.
As far as I know, Byunghun Choi’s singing skills are terrible.

It’s a relief if you don’t come out, do you confess there?
Don’t say goodbye and the emcee will slap you on the cheek.
The atmosphere that saved the best was why it was George.

“What song are you going to sing?”
“Melomance, a gift.”

Applause comes out spontaneously for the confident selection.
I’m not insane.
Does this bastard think he can sing this?

“Why? Not good?”

As if he had read the emotions in my eyes, he questioned me in a blunt voice.
I cheered for Choi Byung-hun.

In the first place, I made it to this point.
He gave Choi Byeong-hoon a false hope and gave him false hope.
As an accomplice, there was a responsibility to go together to the end of the abyss.

“No, fine. They say sincerity works in the first place.”
“… Right. Because I am sincere.”

While he and Choi Byeong-hoon were plotting various strategies, the junior students in the student council brought out a plate of meat.

“Enjoy your meal.”

Grilling and serving meat, and filling in any shortages.
The first-year students who belonged to the student council of each department did not even enjoy the union MT properly.
They were serving and coming and going.

It’s not that I’m not working at all.

‘Should I put in some pocket money?’

Do you focus on grades?
That doesn’t sound like much, so I’ll have to spread the money in the name of activity expenses.

Naturally, he called Han Ji-yong.
By the power of God, walk around this way.

“Chairman brother!”

I immediately called Han Ji-yong and conveyed my intention.

“… What? Activity fee?”
“Yes, the student council members seem to be having a lot of trouble. Everyone is playing, but I can’t play, especially the first graders…”

Mathematics Department Student Council 1st year students are picking up meat and eating it.
Looking back, I don’t think I’m too busy.

“You don’t know when we’ll be hooked up like this again, right? Originally, a good first impression makes future promotion easier. The Department of Mathematics and other departments are divided together…”

How much should I spray?

“How many students are there in total?”
“… Mathematics is twenty. Maybe the rest is a bit overkill?”
“Are you twenty?”

It’s a math department student council, but there were more than I thought.

“Because of the departmental events, to be honest, even 20 students are not enough. Because you don’t know when and where a funk will strike.”

Han Ji-yong replied as if it was natural.

“I’m over 30 if I include all the kids who help me in small ways.”
“Ah…”

So I’m going to assume that there are about a hundred people.
As for the scholarship…

“Would you like it if I sprayed one sheet on each person?”
“100,000 won? To be honest, I don’t think the response will be good because the product is too big…”
“No, not 100,000 won. One million won.”

I also know how big the Union MT product is.
There are also the latest smartphones that cost more than 1 million won.

A set of Korean beef costs well over 100,000 won.
If you just scatter 100,000 won each, you won’t even get a message.

“Kids like it if it’s 1 million won. To be honest, we’re also playing while we’re doing it…”

Han Ji-yong stealthily looks at me.
There was no one who disliked the money that fell from the sky.

“Then I’ll contact the student council association.”
“Okay. Call me later if you need anything.”

Han Ji-yong steps back quickly.
He is chatting with the math department secretary of the student council.

If you want to spray more, you can spray more, but I put up with it because the picture would look weird.

“I immediately sprinkle 100 million. Awesome, you.”

Choi Byung-hoon looked at me with a smile.
He even gave a thumbs up as if he was half liberated.

“Anyway, singing and what?”
“Ah.”

Choi Byeong-hoon answered while eating the meat.

“I’m thinking of telling the moderator in advance, how is it? I’m going to confess, so please adjust the rhythm.”
“Not bad. Do you think that’s the best way to prevent unexpected situations?”

Drop everything.
I plan to leave what will happen after that to Choi Byung-hun and enjoy it.

“I’m already nervous and going crazy. You really feel great.”
“I?”

Choi Byung-hun shakes his head.

“You’re also dating Yu Da-hee.”
“What does that have to do with it? Can you feel the thorns in your horse?”
“… No, just. I envy you.”

Choi Byung-hoon is a steamed-up.
But not me.

It’s just for fun, it’s never like they’re in the same class or something.
Honestly, since I came out of the tower, I’m friends with him…

Anyway, it’s not fat.
He’s just fat.

“Honestly, the atmosphere was good that day, but I haven’t been in contact since. Something just came back…”

I feel like my confidence has gone down a lot.
Until we had sex while drunk, Han Taeyeon would have treated me well, so of course the atmosphere was good.

Han Tae-yeon, who ate virginity, said that he did not know Choi Byung-hun.
It was as if only Choi Byung-hoon, who had been eaten and abandoned, was trembling as he looked at Han Tae-yeon.

The decision will come today.
Choi Byung-hoon confesses and kicks him.
You will be humiliated at the Department Union MT, and you will be stuffed very nicely.

Just imagining it makes me laugh.
There’s nothing more fun than watching an asshole do an asshole.

Dinner is slowly coming to an end.
Students filled their stomachs and gathered in groups of twos and threes to enjoy small talk.

Some groups were not seen at all.
It was as if they were practicing for a talent show with the members they quickly formed.

Why?
Since the prizes were sweet, talented students voluntarily participated.
Interested seeds apply without asking or asking.

“Please gather by 6 o’clock.”

Members of the student council ran around and spread the message.
Each of them announced the contents of the meeting at 6 o’clock from mouth to mouth.
30 minutes left.

Anyway, where did Dahee and Dahye go?
I hadn’t seen it before.

“Would you like to come up with me and call me?”
“What? I?”

Choi Byeong-hoon asked out of the blue.
He asked me if he would help me, looking at me with an expression like a bastard who was betrayed by his faith.

“No, you said you would help?”
“Why is saying that you will help me interpreted as standing on stage together?”
“Isn’t that normal? If you’re not going to stand with me, how can you help me?”
“Mom…”

Come to think of it, there was some truth in what Choi Byung-hun said.
It helps with long-term boasting.
In other words, it means that it will help the talent show itself.

Go on stage, sing and confess.
What can I do to help in the process?
It just goes up together and becomes a clown.

‘I can’t sing?’

I like to sing, but I can’t sing well.
It was never to the point of bragging in front of others.

It is an absolute disgrace.
Together with Choi Byeong-hun, we will become an asshole duo.

Hate.
I’m not sick
It’s not even steamed.

‘Kamichikara is what I use for times like this.’

With the power of God, he raised his skills to a much higher level.
Kim Na-bak’s soul dwells in my vocal chords.

As of today, I am the best singer in the Department of Mathematics at Korea University.
I have to completely destroy the stage.

“Cole, help.”
“Whoa, but it’s better than going up alone.”

Now that this has happened, I will be the main character.
Byunghun Choi?
Don’t completely ruin the confession.

After all, Han Tae-yeon would not be interested in Choi Byung-hoon.

Time passed.
After 30 minutes, it was assembly time.
The students gathered in the auditorium one by one.

There was also a stage that was perfect for a talent show.

About three hundred people gathered and sat together.
In the midst of the bustle of local broadcasting, the host appeared.

This time, it was not Seongmin Seo, but someone else, a host invited from outside.
Should I be a Recreation Instructor?

“Come on, nice to meet you. Korea University students.”

After the MC took the microphone, the students focused on his voice.
Because when you play, you have to be sure to play.

Of course, it’s all thanks to the product.

The student council union has notified in advance.
Prizes will be given to those who follow along well.
Using products as bait, he was controlling the students.

“Did you have a good day at MT today?”
“Yeah!”
“Oh, he didn’t die at all. I guess being young is good. After playing in the morning and afternoon, I still have stamina, so this oppa is very envious of you guys.”

The MC took the time to show off his talent while talking moderately.
It led the atmosphere quite naturally.
A pro was a pro.

“Today, Hankuk University Department of Mathematics, Department of Economics, Department of Physical Education. Hey, did the three of us from unrelated departments come to the joint MT? What happened?”

The students are buzzing.
It was a jumbled mix of departments.

“I know everything. The reason why the three departments were able to come to MT together!”
“… ?”

The atmosphere is strange.
I felt the MC man strangely looking at me and driving me.

“I’ll give my sponsor Jinwoo Kim a round of applause and go! With prizes and prizes sponsored by sponsors, we are having fun. Got it, everyone?”
Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap.
“Yeah!”

Someone blows the flute with their hands, whistles vigorously, and some clap their hands and collide.
The cheers and applause pouring from all directions are embarrassing.

Where the hell are Dahee and Dahye?
I had to hang my head and overcome my shame alone.

“Okay, let’s get started. I think I’m ready. All you have to do is have fun and enjoy it. And after the final talent show is over, we will simply vote. Let’s share the product with it.”

A warm atmosphere.

“They said they would be the first to do it, and applied confidently. Our economics students, please come up on stage!”

As soon as the first talent show team is introduced, female students pour in.
From behind the scenes.

“Please briefly introduce yourself.”
“Hello, my name is Dahee Yoo from the Department of Economics, Class of 19.”

No, Dahee.
Why are you out there