Chapter 115

Chapter 115

I trembled at the overwhelming sight and asked Oh Yoori.

“Yuri, what on earth did you teach Gyeoul?”

To my surprise, Oh Yoori looked flustered and replied.

“No, no, I want to ask someone the same thing. There’s no way I could’ve taught her that, right? I’m not even sure if that could be taught in the first place!”

“…Yeah, it looks like that definitely wasn’t something you could teach.”

Just as she said, the way Gyeoul was acting didn’t seem like something you could achieve through short-term learning.

“Girl 100 has left no other relationship between humans other than blunt interests and the cold ‘cash payment’! They’ve sullied a sacred space meant to shine with effort and talent, reduced to mere logic of capital and power!”

““Unity! Unity!””

“Girl 100 has melted the dignity of trainees down to market value, replacing their freedom with nothing more than a shameless freedom of transactions!”

““Unity! Unity!””

“I, Han Gyeoul, hereby declare that the purpose of trainees can only be achieved through the revolutionary overthrow of the oppressive order of the existing Girl 100! Trainees of the world, make the ruling class of Girl 100 tremble before our revolution!”

““Waaaaah!””

I stared blankly at Gyeoul, who was inspiring the trainees with resolute bravery.

Her typically cold gaze now seemed to fit perfectly, making her look like a charismatic revolutionary with both charm and leadership.

“…”

Surely, Gyeoul was there, but the socially awkward girl I knew, who struggled to even greet others after taking ten deep breaths and mumbling a shy ‘hello,’ was nowhere to be found.

In front of me stood a revolutionary warrior, one who waved a red headband and led 99 trainees down the path of revolution.

…What’s going on? Return my dorky Gyeoul!

“Great job! Gyeoul! Smash Girl 100!”

I looked at the ground where an enthusiastic voice echoed.

Thanks to vote manipulation, the debut team of 11 was confirmed, and the main dancer of Neulbom Entertainment’s Counter, Kim Yujin, was crawling on the floor, shooting Gyeoul’s antics.

Her outfit had slid up, exposing her entire abdomen, yet she continued to slither across the ground without a care in the world.

Although I felt dizzy from the sight, I thought it would be easier to talk to her than to the other trainees shouting for unity, so I crouched down to make eye contact and asked.

“Hey, Yujin, can I ask you a quick question?”

“Oh? It’s Gyeoul’s manager! Then you’re not a stranger! I’ll be happy to tell you whatever!”
“Ah, so this is the manager! Then, it’s not just anyone! I’ll tell you everything clearly!”

It was an overly friendly attitude that made me wonder if it was okay, but I was relieved to see it seemed cooperative.

“Why is Gyeoul over there doing that?”

Kim Yujin replied while keeping her eyes on the smartphone she was recording with.

“Well, the cruel bourgeois Girl 100, who oppresses the proletariat, is objectifying the trainees solely based on their capital value, and since she refuses to communicate while monopolizing the means of production, the great leader Han Gyeoul has started leading a revolution for the trainees in crisis!”

What the heck is this nonsense?

“…Where did you learn that?”

“Gyeoul taught me! Thanks to that, I’ve been reborn. I’ve realized my mission! I was born not to be an idol, but to leave this great step in history!”

…Can Gyeoul brainwash people too?

“So, do you plan to record this video and edit it later to use as a declaration?”

“Edit it? I don’t know how to do that!”

“Then why are you filming it?”

Kim Yujin opened her eyes wide with a hint of madness, as if it was obvious.

“To livestream this great moment!”

“…Huh?”

Only then did I check Kim Yujin’s smartphone that was recording.

The video was being streamed live on the broadcast platform.

I hurriedly turned on my smartphone to check if the broadcast was really happening.

Bing-dari- Oh, I finally saw it.

MatthewMatthewHomeMatthew- Manager, unite!

ZEZE- Unite!

SkyIsBeautiful- Unite!

SeoDangDang- Ah, I want to be Gyeoul’s manager too! I want to unite while watching Gyeoul live!

UniverseSupremeBeautyGyeoul- I wish Gyeoul would unite with my bile juice.

AustraliaCitySydney- Wow, there are a lot of crazy girls today too.

Park Dong-sik- Unite!

“…”

I checked the number of live viewers. And I was horrified.

The viewership had surpassed cable broadcast levels, reaching a societal level of attention for Gyeoul’s revolution show. What was even scarier was that the number kept increasing.

Yuri, who was crouched next to me watching the screen blankly, quietly said so as not to be heard by the smartphone.

“…Team Leader Seon, isn’t this bad?”

“…I don’t know. I feel like it might be something we can use, but it’s dizzying.”

While we gazed at each other in bewilderment, pondering where to even start with this, Gyeoul began to sing in her pure voice that embodied her unique clarity and girl-like charm.
Gyeoul started singing with her uniquely clear and pure voice that truly embodied the essence of girlhood.

“Can you hear it? The song of the enraged populace.”

…Why is she singing so well?

If James Oh were here, he’d probably give one of his songs to Han Gyeoul, and it just so happened that Gyeoul’s peak vocal performance was erupting right here.

“The voice crying out, ‘I can no longer live as a slave!’”

As if she couldn’t just let Gyeoul sing alone, trainee singers with headbands started joining in, singing together in unity.

“When the heartbeat trembles and echoes like a drum, tomorrow will dawn, bringing a bright morning!”

With idol trainees gathered, the quality of the folk song soared to unnecessary heights, delivering a grandeur reminiscent of a musical.

The chatroom was buzzing with excitement, praising the magnificent performance.

zin-A park- This is it! This is why we revolutionize!
Sky- Kwah! Revolution is rising!
Male mosquito- Let’s go, citizen revolution!
sin07- Gyeoul, smash Girl 100! Smash MNet! Smash South Korea! Smash the universe!
Judgment- …Well, how much do you want this to break apart?
Mild Seven- Unity!
Ultra Strong Beauty Gyeoul- I wish Gyeoul could secrete insulin instead of my pancreatic hormones.
Insect Kick- Someone block that girl above.
CYAN- But how are they doing that? Isn’t the agency telling them to stop?
598mm- Well, it’s a revolution. (wink)
Seo Ah- Watch the news. Due to the vote rigging, agencies probably allowed this by arranging positions with MNet.
ADA Bombardier- Fact. No agency has made a statement yet.
Seven Sword- Yujin, remember that manager next to Gyeoul? Ask them what’s going on.
… I don’t even know.

At that moment, perhaps noticing us staring blankly at the live comments hidden among the trainees, Gyeoul called us out in a brave and determined voice.

“Hey, you two huddled over there, stand up! You too!”

Since Gyeoul didn’t call us by name, it seemed she couldn’t recognize us because our faces were covered.

Maybe she thought two of the trainees were just slacking off.

“Uh, is she calling us?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“What should we do? Should we run?”

Among all the options, O Yoori was the first to suggest running, clearly flustered.

“Nah, there’s no reason to run. Let’s just stand up.”

“…Okay.”

With countless trainee gazes on us, O Yoori and I stood up quietly.
Oh Yoori got up quietly.

Gyeoul looked around the crowd and said resolutely.

“To overthrow Girl 100 oppressing the trainees, we need to…”

In the middle of her speech, it seemed she realized who we were, and Gyeoul stopped talking, her pupils widening. The red headband she wore slipped down.

Then, stuttering, she spoke in her usual timid voice.

“…Uwaaa, Teacher Taeyang?”

You’re back! Our little loser.

*

I, holding the red headband in my hand and sweating, asked Gyeoul, who was glancing at me nervously.

“So, what happened?”

“….”

“You’re not thinking of saying anything, so just feel free to talk.”

…First off, I need to know something to come up with a plan, right?

“That is….”

What followed was the miraculous heroic tale of the revolutionary warrior Han Gyeoul.

She brought out common elements and goals between the two opposing trainee groups to mediate the conflict and clearly established Girl 100 as an external enemy, leading the trainees to not just unite but also to ally. She didn’t stop there; she successfully drew out this common voice. It’s impossible to incite the trainees better than Oh Yoori did.

…Although it was somewhat red in color.

“By the way, how did you— the timid one who needs at least 30 minutes of simulation in your brain to talk to strangers— manage to pull that off?”

“I wanted to reference the agitation, so after watching the great revolutionaries and their histories on AllTube, I wanted to be like them, so I wore this headband, and something filled me with courage…, and by the time I realized, here I was.”

“…No way someone can change 180 degrees just by putting on a headband, right?”

Still, with a glimmer of hope, I put the red headband back on Gyeoul.

“Just wearing a red headband doesn’t change a person. But if the proletariat unites…!”

I took it off again.

“Uwaaa, what’s this person saying…”

I put it back on.

“However, even someone like me has comrades who are oppressed, so I have to step up! To stop the ambitions of Girl 100, who want to dissolve the dignity of the trainees into exchange value…!”

I took it off again.

“Uwaaaaa, I want to go back to my dark room with Ryuuko-chan.”

…This is kind of fun.

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