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Episode 75: Idols Who Forgot History Have No Future (3)

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Flash that flashes non-stop.

The light is strong enough to burn your hair if you get close.

In a pure white space that is not covered in a single speck,

There was Son Na-yoon with a fresh expression on her face.

She looked at her camera with a charming smile while holding a book with a simple design.

OK.

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“Nayun is very nice. Please give me a gentle smile this time.”

Her photographer, who was photographing her, took her face off her viewfinder and told her.

As she nodded her head, let her smile brightly.

Anxiety erupted from the surroundings.

She turns and looks around the studio.

It caught her eye that her staff were looking at her with her blank expression on her face.

She was also said to be the top among idols visually, but seeing her up close was just as overwhelming.

“Hey, kill the painting, kill it. If I have a model like this, I really want to take pictures without paying for it.”

The photographer, who was looking at Na-yun Son through her viewfinder, trembled and said.

“It’s a waste to use this for a real book promotion. Do you have any plans to do a photo shoot?”

She asked me with a look of regret for the photographer who suddenly turned her head towards me.

Looking at his expression, it seemed that if I nodded my head, it would immediately burn my artistic soul.

However.

I shook my head slowly.

Because these photos were never used for any other purpose other than to promote the photos.

A week ago.

Na-yoon Son's manager asked for something else instead of the extra money.

That's right.

‘Nayoon Son will act as a promotional model for my book.’

In the long run, it was a suggestion that I thought it would be more beneficial to use Na-yoon Son as a publicity model for my book than to receive a certain amount of tuition.

Money can be earned at any time, but there weren't many opportunities to use top-class idols like Son Na-yoon to promote it.

Although it is true that Son Na-yun's image has deteriorated a bit these days, she cannot ignore her popularity or recognition.

‘Because only one skill is certain.’

Moreover, as the subject of my book is to reinterpret Korean classics and historical events from the present point of view.

After Nayun Son obtained the 1st degree in Korean history, she thought that if she used it for public relations, she would not only renew her image but also promote my book.

‘If I said no, I was going to say no.’

However, Na-yun Son, who had a fire on her foot, did not reject my offer from her company, she said that if Na-yoon Son could acquire only 1st grade in Korean history, she could even shoot a CF, and she readily accepted my offer.

“Hey, if it doesn’t work, there’s nothing I can do about it. Now, let's take another picture. Na Yoon Mr. This time, please give it an urban feel.”

let me say nothing

The photographer puts a look of disappointment on her face.

However, he soon gave up and started filming again.

Actually, if I could, I wanted to finish shooting Na-yoon Son and her CF before taking the exam, but I couldn't shoot a full-fledged commercial video because I had yet to turn over the manuscript.

instead.

‘You’re Na-yoon Son!? I'll prepare the cover and go right away!'

As soon as I said that I had hired Na-yoon Son, the publisher completed the cover design for my book and brought it back in three days.

In addition, he took care of adjusting the ratio of the existing contract by 10%.

From their point of view, they were sitting still and a candy fell in their mouth.It was an attitude that showed the will to never let go.

Thanks to this, the CF had no choice but to promise for a later date, but I was able to take a still picture to be used for publicity in advance.

“Come on, let’s go again. Nayun, please put the book you are holding slightly down. And um, please give me a fresh smile this time.”

said the photographer.

Then, Na-yoon Son smiled slightly and saw him unloading the book.

Seeing her changing her expression several times a minute to match the photographer's abstract spell, she thought that she was a professional after all.

and after a while.

“Good job, everyone.”

Filming is over.

Then, Na-yoon Son's manager, who was waiting in one side of the studio, approached me and talked to me.

"Thank you. Teacher."

Yes? effort?

All I had to do was take one picture earlier, so there wasn't much trouble.

Rather, if you put in a lot of effort, it would be more correct to think that Na-yoon Son, who seemed to pose dozens of poses for two hours, did more than me.

I smiled softly and opened my mouth.

"no. What is the effort? There are people who have to work hard from now on.”

Then I looked at one side of the studio.

Then there.

Na-yoon Son was drinking a drink after filming.

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"Hey. Great! Do you know what I've been watching?"

after school class.

Time to crave something sweet.

It was when Yuna Kim and her group were sitting by the window of a convenience store, smashing snacks.

I left it at the academy, so as soon as a friend who had been up for a while opened the door of the convenience store and came in, he started to open his mouth, trembling with fuss.

Then, her friends, who had been concentrating on her different snacks, looked at her with her puzzled eyes.

“What did you see?”

Among them, Yuna Kim asked as the representative.

A friend who was trembling with fuss opened his mouth with a meaningful expression.

“To the school…”

Then he pauses for a bit and then continues talking.

“...a celebrity is here!”

At that moment, the friends who were concentrating on her words frowned.

Because they thought it was nonsense.

“Hey, does that make sense? Why do celebrities come to the academy at this hour?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be looking at Eunsol-sensei?”

“It could be. If it’s Eunsol, you can be mistaken.”

The atmosphere was unbelievable to everyone.

Then her friend, who was trembling with her fuss, beat her chest as if frustrated and said in a loud voice.

“Is it real? Was there even that celebrity car in front of the academy? There's that big car. What was that?"

Then he frowned as if he couldn't remember her.

"Ah, su... did you have a car that started with what? What is that?”

At that time, a friend who was quietly on a cell phone in one of the convenience stores whispered to me.

“Are you talking about Starcraft?”

Then she nodded her head as if the friend who had been fussing about her was right.

But her other friends had expressions on their faces that they didn't know.

“Isn’t that a game?”

let someone say

The friend who gave me the name of the car smiled and opened his mouth.

“Why do these celebrities ride? big thing You say that's Starcraft? The Machine Gun Youth Oppas also used to ride in that car.”

As soon as the name of the Machine Gun youth group came out of her mouth, the eyes of her friends, except for Kim Yuna, sparkled.

"okay? really? Did the Machine Gun Youth also ride in that car?

“Uh, yes?”

Then, in an instant, the direction of the conversation changed.

The girls started chirping as they talked about the members of the Machine Gun Youth.

But only one.

It was different from Yuna, who had a serious expression on her face since it was said that she was a celebrity at the academy.

“Are you sure you saw it?”

Yuna Kim asked her friend who had been fussing over her.

However, while she was in the midst of talking about the Machine Gun youth, she did not understand Kim's words and only looked at Yuna Kim with her puzzled eyes.

"What?"

Yuna Kim sighed and opened her mouth.

“Hey, that celebrity. Are you sure you came to see it go up?”

Her friend replied with a puzzled expression.

“No, I didn’t see it, but Jun-young’s car was parked in front of the academy, and Starcraft sneaked into it. So is that right?”

Then, the flow of conversation that had flowed through the Machine Gun Youth returned to Joon-young.

“Aren’t Junyoung-sama dating a celebrity by any chance?”

said one of her friends.

The other friends looked surprised.

“Hey, maybe.”

But the friend who spoke to her shook her head as if she didn't know.

“No, I don’t know. Why are you on TV a lot these days? So···"

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let me applaud

“Mom!”

Surprised, Na-yun got up from her seat and looked for her mother.

Then, when her eyes met her me, she smiled embarrassedly and sat down in her seat.

Both of her cheeks were burning red.

I shook her head and looked at her.

“Aren’t you going to focus on Na-yoon Son?”

Then Nayun Son opened her mouth with a hehehehe smile.

She would have been ashamed to even think about it.

“I’m sorry. I won't sleep anymore!"

And then she looks at me with her twinkling eyes.

Well, it's already the third time I've heard that story, so I don't have much credibility.

A small classroom at the academy.

I was in the middle of a one-on-one lecture with her under the light of her beam projector.

As much as Son Na-yoon kept her promise first, I had to keep her promise to pass Son Na-yoon.

But she didn't seem to be able to concentrate for less than 20 minutes.

Even considering that she had been her trainee since her adolescence, she was a disappointing concentration.

The current level is just that of a middle school student.Middle school students spend an average of 15 minutes in class.

But then.

smart-

Someone knocked on the classroom door.

"Come on in."

let me say

Son Na-yoon's manager entered the classroom with an apologetic expression.

OK.

“Oh brother! Is it time already?”

Na-yoon Son, who was sitting in front of me, looked at him with a smile.

It seemed like he wanted the manager to say that the lecture was over.

But the manager who entered the classroom only shook his head slowly at her words.

Not even an hour had passed since class was over.

Son Na-yoon's face, which had been shining brightly, suddenly darkened.

I looked at him and asked him.

“What's going on? Please do not disturb me during class.”

Then he lowered his head as if sorry.

“Ah, sorry. Suddenly there was a loud noise…”

At the same time, hiding her words seemed to be worried about Son Na-yun that something might happen.

I nodded.

Judging from the looks of it, it seemed that his arms and legs had erupted again.

Well, it's past 11 o'clock.

If two young men and women in their prime were teaching a class in a small academy classroom, it was worth worrying about at least once.

However.

“It’s the sound of my applause, so don’t worry. And... even if you are worried in the future, please refrain from it. It's disrupting class."

Whatever the reason, I was in class right now.

Every time someone came in like this, the flow of the class was cut off, so it was impossible to conduct a class like this.

When I spoke firmly, the manager nodded with a sombre expression.

Looking at his face, he seemed to know that he was probably doing something wrong.

"Yes. I'm sorry, sir. Then I'll see you later."

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Let him close the door and leave.

Son Na-yoon had a look on her face that had lost her savior.

Apparently, this time was nothing more than a painful time for her.

Still, she looked concentrating for the first few minutes, and she was nowhere to be seen.

At this rate, it was clear that it would be difficult to keep pace until then, let alone Korean history in October.

Then I remembered the conversation I had with the manager beforehand.

'Teacher. Our Nayun is not going to be able to concentrate well in class. Is there any way to use it in such a case?’

Way.

Of course there was.

In fact, in the case of students who just came from elementary school, there were many cases where they couldn't concentrate in class at the academy.

For this reason, it was important for the instructor to use interesting teaching materials or to attract students' attention with wit and humor.

However.

All of these methods were available at the beginning of the semester or when there was free time, such as on vacation.

So, like Son Na-yun, she had to use a more certain method than when the exam was less than two months away.

I looked at Na-yoon Son.

Then she closed her eyes again in the interim, and saw Nayun, who was dozing and sleeping.

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