[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 307

【Running, Han Ga-eul. 2 meters 70!】

After successfully reaching 2 meters 65 centimeters, everyone collapsed one after another.

Literally, the dreaded 2 meters 70 centimeters section.

In such a situation, the last runner, Han Ga-eul, dashes out.

Clang!

【Run-up!!】

【Han Ga-eul, jumps!】

Han Ga-eul, stepping on the springboard with vigor, leaps up, her pink hair fluttering.

At the same time, a rabbit on the vaulting horse suddenly clings to Han Ga-eul as she jumps.

(Waaaaah─!!)

【Success!! Han Ga-eul, a great success!!】

【I can’t believe it! Han Ga-eul, with her small frame, effortlessly jumped over 2 meters 70 centimeters!】

[Kya!]

[As expected, our Room Master]

[Not your Room Master, but our Room Master, right]

[Why is this person doing internet broadcasting? I really don’t know]

[It doesn’t even show up when you search the fan cafe, anyone know?]

[Bisaaaaang!! The insiders are now trying to take even the Room Master!!]

[Chu─ Bisaaaang!!]

[Sss… just wait… try it… sashimi… ooon…]

[You guys have a lot already]

[Ah, really, get lost lol]

Amidst the cheers, Han Ga-eul lands lightly and pats Baekseol’s back, who came down with her.

“Did you have fun?”

“Exciting!”

Baekseol flips her body over.

“Uhyahya, rubbing Baekseol’s belly a lot!”

“It tickles!”

“Baekseol flipped over.”

“Yes!”

【Even the landing is perfect, Han Ga-eul】

【When did you bring Baekseol down?】

The PD of Ache University, Jo Gyu-tae, was also watching that scene from afar.

“It’s art, art.”

“Han Ga-eul?”

At the assistant director’s question, PD Jo Gyu-tae nods.

“Her character is solid. She’s already a complete form.”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so beautiful but…”

The assistant director hesitates to speak.

“But, well.”

“They say she’s incredibly unpredictable. You never know where she’ll jump.”

“Do you want to be an assistant director for life?”

At Jo Gyu-tae’s words, the assistant director flinches.

“No.”

“Then broaden your perspective.”

Jo Gyu-tae could see what the assistant director was thinking.

Because having a solid character and being unpredictable to the point of ruining the producer’s direction are two different things.

The position of main producer is a narrow door that requires at least 5 years of experience as an assistant director, and even then, you must pass the PD exam.

Therefore, Han Ga-eul’s presence, which causes anxiety, would not be welcome.

“She’s already a brand herself.”

“A brand?”

“You know the immense potential that looks have, since you’re in this field too.”

The assistant director recalled a news article he saw recently.

A mugshot of a vicious criminal posted online by foreign police, which led to the creation of fan sites and followers.

All because he was ‘good-looking.’

That’s why the assistant director could only nod at PD Jo Gyu-tae’s words.

“A single SNS post from someone like that can generate hundreds of millions of won in value. That’s brand power.”

“Influencer…”

At the assistant director’s muttering, PD Jo Gyu-tae nods.

“Yes, an influencer who is a brand themselves. A mega influencer.”

“Hmm…”

“Of course, not now. It’s more of a mystery why it hasn’t happened until now.”

“Right. Shouldn’t she have blown up already if she was going to?”

At the assistant director’s words, Jo Kyu-tae PT strokes his chin.

“So, I’m also wondering about that. It’s not like everyone’s eyes have gone weird all of a sudden, and it’s not like my aesthetic sense has gone haywire either.”

“Yes.”

“What do you mean ‘yes’? So, what’s going on here?”

“No, I don’t know either…”

***

At the Achedae, due to the risk of accidents, only a limited number of fans are allowed to come and cheer for the celebrities.

And the celebrities are responsible for the fans’ lunch.

That was the tradition of Achedae.

As lunchtime began, the boxed lunches prepared by the celebrities were distributed to the fans sitting in the cheering seats.

“Ah! What should I do! Oppa’s handwriting!”

Click-

The sound of camera shutters echoed here and there in the cheering seats.

The fans were busy taking pictures of the boxed lunches prepared by their favorite celebrities to post on SNS.

[The lunchtime at Achedae begins now.]

[Dear viewers, we hope you all have a pleasant meal time.]

Clunk, clunk.

While the commentator and caster were greeting the viewers, a silver object with wheels entered through the stadium entrance.

What could that be?

At the caster’s words, the commentator flipped through the script in front of him.

[Ah, it’s written here. Han Ga-eul is going to cook for the fans herself.]

[Then that must be a mobile cooking station.]

[That’s right. Han Ga-eul is really versatile.]

However, the atmosphere in the cheering seats wasn’t that great.

“Why is she doing that? It’s really tacky.”

It wasn’t just that person who felt that way; at one person’s muttering, everyone nodded slightly.

Idols are supposed to be idols, always shining beings.

[Just eat the boxed lunch, why is she doing that?]

[What are you talking about, just eat it, pig.]

[LOL]

[I’m in the cheering seats, and some jerk is saying the room master is tacky and making a fuss.]

The host, who had been wandering around, headed towards Han Ga-eul with the cameraman.

“Shop owners, I’ll prepare a meal for you. Please wait a moment.”

“Young lady, we’ll help too.”

“Huh?”

The people in Han Ga-eul’s cheering seats started coming down one by one.

The merchants had black bags in their hands.

“Just sit back and relax.”

“Ugh, my butt is itching, I can’t stand it.”

The merchants who approached the mobile cooking station rolled up their sleeves.

“Then I’ll handle the ingredient prep.”

“Young lady, should I stir-fry some zucchini?”

“Zucchini is so delicious. But it’s for 100 servings, so it might be tough. Are you sure you’re okay?”

At Han Ga-eul’s words, the merchant smiled.

“I’ve been a shop owner for 15 years, it’s basic.”

“Haha, as expected of our Jin Achang’s Shop Owner.”

“Hoho.”

The other merchants were no different, each finding their spot and getting to work.

“Young lady, I brought some kimchi from home.”

“I brought some fruit for dessert.”

“Ta-da, squid jeotgal.”

“Ugh, kid, it stinks.”

“It’s the smell of your sesame oil.”

“Damn, I’ll wrap it in rice cake and feed it to you.”

Meanwhile, Han Ga-eul was the first to put on an apron and pick up a knife.

Tat-tat-tat!

The ingredients were prepped at regular intervals, and the sound of chopping on the cutting board echoed cheerfully.

[Wow! Han Ga-eul, her hands are a blur while chopping.]

[I thought she was just good at sports, but she seems to be good at cooking too.]

[LOL suddenly…]

[Rather, I like it]

[It seems like all the market vendors are good at cooking]

Even without prior rehearsal, the market vendors are cooking with ease.

Thanks to that, steam is rising from one corner of the field, and the food is quickly being prepared.

“Brother.”

“Yes, sister.”

At Han Ga-eul’s call, a rough-looking man approaches.

Han Ga-eul hands him a bag containing food containers.

“Can you take this to the commentators over there and come back?”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you.”

“Not at all, sister.”

[Why is that radish-like person over there?]

[He looks like a gangster…]

[Oh, he’s just acting as a character]

[It’s a misunderstanding]

[LOL]

“My kids, come eat!”

“Wow!”

At Han Ga-eul’s words, other fans sitting in the cheering section rush down.

[I should have won]

[I’m really jealous]

[I want to eat the food the room master made tooㅠㅠ]

At that moment, a vendor holding the completed food looks around.

“Is there no prize?”

“If you sit down, that’s the prize.”

“I should have brought a mat.”

“This guy, someone might think we’re on a picnic.”

As the two vendors grumble, Han Ga-eul approaches.

“Owners, hurry and sit down before the food gets cold.”

Han Ga-eul’s words seem to have an effect as other vendors gather and sit on the ground.

“Shall we have a drink?”

“Oh my? Look at this guy.”

“Hey, owner, you can’t drink here.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

“Yep. Let’s have a drink later.”

At Han Ga-eul’s words, the vendor who was taking out alcohol from the bag puts it back.

“Instead, to liven up the atmosphere, I’ll sing a song!”

“Wow!!”

─Clap clap clap

[LOL Suddenly it feels like a picnic]

[It looks so fun]

[Why does it seem so rustic?]

[They must not like sitting on the ground eating market food where their princes are gathered]

[That’s why I like our room master]

Han Ga-eul, holding a spoon, starts singing.

♬♩♪

[This crazy girl sings really well]

[LOL Don’t sing so well with a spoon]

[Wow]

[Our room master ON]

[She’s not your room master]

[Romance isn’t always rustic]

***

At the entrance of the field where the A-Che University filming was taking place, a scuffle was breaking out.

“You can’t go in.”

“Why can’t I?”

“We’ve rented this place for today’s A-Che University filming. You should know well since you’re from Enter, why are you being so stubborn?”

As if everyone had the same thought, people from well-known entertainment agencies were all gathered.

Among them, a person from Signature Entertainment, known as Dinosaur Enter, hurriedly takes out his phone.

Ring ring-

Click.

Before the signal even rings twice, the other person answers.

“Lim Yoo-joon!”

– Yes, team leader

Hearing Lim Yoo-joon’s voice, the casting team leader of Signature Entertainment smiles.

“Is Han Ga-eul with you too?”

– Yes, we went in for filming together today. Why do you ask?

“The casting team only has one thing to look for. We need to contact…”

“It’s a bit difficult, but could you help me make a promise instead?”

“Didn’t you say you got rejected last time?”

At Lim Yoo-joon’s words, the team leader’s smile deepened.

“The higher-ups are paying a lot of attention to this.”

The team leader’s words meant that the contract fee had a few more zeros added to it, and it also meant they were confident.

“Even the CEO?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm…”

After a long silence, Lim Yoo-joon spoke calmly.

“It’s not going to work.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not happening.”

“Why not?”

The team leader’s short question carried a lot of meaning.

“That’s just the kind of person I am.”

“Yoo-joon, we’re Signature Entertainment, and you’re Lim Yoo-joon.”

Despite Lim Yoo-joon’s odd remark, the team leader responded calmly.

“Earlier, Ga-eul said the viewers were worried, wondering if I was going to become a celebrity.”

“…That’s what you’re worried about? So what?”

“She said, ‘If you guys don’t like it, I won’t do it.'”

“So you’re not going to do it? Just because of some internet broadcast viewers?”

Despite the team leader’s probing question, Lim Yoo-joon’s answer was simple.

“Yes.”

“…”

“Hey, kiddo! Come and eat quickly. It’s getting cold.”

“No!”

“Ahahaha. There’s a side dish that’s good for your bones, so eat a lot.”

The voice from the other end of the phone reached the team leader’s ears.

A beautiful voice, with word choices that made you doubt your ears, and a voice that laughed brightly.

“Team leader, I’m hanging up.”

“Ah…”

“That’s just the kind of person I am.”

Click.

Lim Yoo-joon, who gave the same answer, ended the call.

The team leader, staring at the disconnected phone, couldn’t understand the current situation.

But one thing was clear: he couldn’t give up like this.

The team leader had seen both the good and the ugly sides of the entertainment industry, and he had been through it all.

That’s why he knew how important the atmosphere of the platform where fans were active online was.

“Lim Yoo-joon has a… daughter? This doesn’t seem right. Do I need to convince the fans first?”

The team leader turned on the broadcast to gauge the atmosphere.

Then, a fantastic singing voice came from the phone.

♬♩♪

A singing voice so incredible it gave you chills.

Hearing this, the team leader’s arms broke out in goosebumps.

This wasn’t the kind of song you’d sing while eating street food with a spoon.

“We have to get him no matter what.”