The wrong style choice, the lackluster theme song, and the fierce competition made this return particularly embarrassing. The company ended the singing period a week in advance. The reason they gave to the public was that they didn't want to waste money on promoting songs on TV stations.

The income from the sound source, sales, and YouTube was not enough to cover the initial production costs. In order to make up for this gap, what they needed to do was to continuously participate in commercial performances, which was more than the two times they returned last year combined.

Park Hae-sung felt uncomfortable when she was waiting backstage. She suppressed the urge to vomit for a while, but when she couldn't stand it anymore, she pretended to cough and opened her mouth to breathe heavily.

Shangke, who was standing next to her, realized that she wasn't in a good state and asked if she wanted to drink some water.

"No, I just can't catch my breath." Park Hae-sung took a deep breath. "It's so stuffy backstage."

Shang Ke adjusted her headset and looked at the dance troupe that was performing in front of them. "Indeed."

A few days ago, the dorm leader in charge of them held a meeting and told them that this failure was just an accident and that they shouldn't feel too burdened. Although it might be hard recently, it would be over if they persevered.

After all, it wasn't him who practiced every day, but five girls around 20 years old.

Park Hae-sung took the handheld microphone from the staff and tapped it. Although she was mentally prepared, the echo still made her subconsciously tense.

It was a tacit rule that the idol group didn't turn on the microphone during commercial performances. She remembered that she didn't perform well on the high notes on stage. She told the dorm leader that she hoped to try taking voice lessons again.

"There's no need for that. You already sang very well, didn't you?

Don't pay attention to those people on the Internet. What do they know? "

Standing in the designated position, Park Hae-sung half-squatted in the opening pose and smiled at the audience who were holding their phones or cameras. Even if she had a terrible headache, she just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Han Chuxia, who was in a symmetrical position with her. At such a close distance, she could see the bruises under Han Chuxia's eyes.

Park Hae-sung felt her vision blur when she stood up to the music. Fortunately, she did not do much at the beginning, otherwise she would have missed the beat.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to persevere for a little longer. A song that was less than four minutes long.

He had already done it a few hundred times, so he would definitely be able to do it one more time.

"What does Star D think?"

Park Hae-sung felt someone touch her leg under the table. She blinked blankly and turned her head to see Zhengzai?.

She realized that he was asking for her opinion.

She was stunned for a while, then looked at the script and pretended to think carefully before answering the other party's question.

Fortunately, it was time to play the recommended song. She exhaled and rubbed her face.

She couldn't help but get distracted again.

If she hadn't slept for half an hour on the way here, she might have really fallen asleep with her eyes open during the live broadcast.

"Do you want to eat?" Park Hae-sung looked at Zhengzai?, who was sitting next to her.

He took out an opened packet of soft candy from his pocket and placed it in front of her. Park Hae-sung subconsciously glanced at the camera in front of her. When she realized that the red light was not on, she remembered that they were recording an invisible radio station today.

Fortunately, it was still okay. Otherwise, it would have been obvious from her expression that she was not paying attention.

Many netizens didn't care if you were tired to the point of sudden death. If you were seen with that expression, you would be labeled as unserious and unprofessional. Then you would be scolded half to death.

"Thank you." Park Hae-sung looked at the cola flavored soft candy and stuffed one into her mouth.

The sweetness spread in her mouth and made her feel a little more energetic.

"You've been working hard recently." Zhengzai?

Also reached out and took one. He threw the candy up and tried to catch it with his mouth, but he didn't succeed. The cola flavored soft candy fell into his palm.

Park Hae-sung held her head and laughed. "Please don't joke about food."

"I thought I would be able to catch it very handsomely." Zhengzai?

He tried again and easily succeeded. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction. "Success!"

"No one asked you to challenge me."

Park Hae-sung rubbed her eyes and yawned. She saw that the recommended song was about to end. She quickly patted her cheeks with her palms to cheer herself up.

After the radio station ended today, she could go back and have a good sleep. There was no commercial performance schedule tomorrow. She just had to go to the company in the afternoon to practice.

Although the company wanted them to perform more, they still considered that they were not made of iron. If they all fell sick, it would be boring.

Now, the five of them didn't fall sick, but because of the schedule of performing outside, almost everyone had lost a lot of weight. Park Hae-sung, who originally looked the frailest in the team, was now almost skin and bones.

She was a little curious whether she looked sicker or skinnier in the early stages of her debut. Anyway, Shangke often said that when she first saw Park Hae-sung, she thought that she would faint in the next second.

She couldn't remember when, but now she really felt that way.

The manager felt sorry for them. He didn't care about the higher-ups' request to take care of their figures. Basically, he gave them more food.

"A netizen who hasn't been online for a long time sent a message. Haven't listened to it in a long time?

Night from Xing Xing.

I've been working overtime recently. I feel like my body can't take it anymore. Every night when I get home late at night, I want to cry and resign.

T”

Park Hae-sung really understood this netizen's feelings.

"Long-term high-intensity work is really unbearable." Zhengzai?

Glanced at Park Hae-sung, who was sitting on the swivel chair next to him. "At times like this, you have to eat well and take care of yourself. If you fall sick, your friends will be worried."

"Annoying work will end one day. Good luck!"

Park Hae-sung was too tired and couldn't think of any good comforting words. She could only comfort herself with similar words now.

Ordinary office workers could still resign, but she didn't even have the courage to resign.

When she thought about how the debt that she had reduced with great difficulty had increased a lot because of this failed return, Park Hae-sung was disappointed.

She scanned the script and read the troubles of the next netizen who sent a message.

Today's theme was to vent some of the recent troubles.

Park Hae-sung just felt that this netizen's troubles seemed to be a little long, but after reading a few sentences, she felt that something was wrong.

"Netizen 214 who hasn't been online for a long time finally mustered up the courage to send a message to Star D to express her troubles."

"My current boyfriend and I are a couple who have been together since we were students …"

"What, is it a sweet trouble related to love?

If that's the case, maybe we can't help much. "Zhengzai?

After teasing her, he also looked down at his script. His fingers, which were originally tapping on the table, paused.

"My boyfriend is different from me. He's an outstanding person in all aspects. Compared to him, I'm really ordinary. I don't understand why he was with me in the first place. Later, we entered different universities and started a difficult long-distance relationship. Even so, my boyfriend would still come to find me every Memorial Day. He would call me every day, but I still feel insecure. Every time I see him tired from a long car ride, my heart aches."

Park Hae-sung swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Her sleepiness and fatigue had all disappeared.

"My boyfriend's grades were very good in university and he was given the opportunity to study abroad at public expense. Because he cared about me, my boyfriend didn't agree directly. However, studying abroad has always been his goal.

I feel that I might have become a burden to my boyfriend. Now I'm very sad. I didn't reply to my boyfriend's text messages and calls for an entire day. I've been crying alone. It's better for me to break up with him. "

After reading, there was a short silence. The writer and PD outside noticed that the expressions of the two people sitting inside were a little strange.

Zhengzai?

Cleared his throat, leaned closer to the microphone, and opened his mouth. In the end, he still spoke.

"Wow … this is a bit difficult. From a girl's point of view, what would Star D do if you were her?"

Why ask her?

However, this person's situation was different from the other two.

Park Hae-sung lowered her head, clasped her hands together, and said, "If it were me, I might have a similar thought."

"Perhaps?" Zhengzai?

He savored the word again and again.

"Because I don't fully understand this friend's situation, I can only say that you should think carefully before you make a decision. After you're sure that you won't regret it, then do it."

Park Hae-sung saw Zhengzai? from the corner of her eye.

Her hands on the table clenched into fists.

Is this fate?

The two of them had been colleagues for a few months and maintained a strange atmosphere and balance. Who would have thought that they would be caught off guard. In this situation, the topic that both of them deliberately avoided was brought up.

"Maybe it's because Star D is looking at it from a girl's point of view. As a man, looking at it from his boyfriend's point of view, perhaps he would have a different view?" Zhengzai?

Said it very calmly. He also looked straight ahead, paused for a while, and expressed his own opinion.

"If you do this, your boyfriend will be very sad. At least right now, he definitely cherishes and likes you, and he's working hard for you. Don't you think that you're going a bit too far?"

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was getting worse, the writer asked them to skip this question on the prompt board.

Zhengzai?

Said it more tactfully than Park Hae-sung thought, but she felt that his real thoughts were not that tactful.

There was no reason, she just felt that way.

The awkward atmosphere did not change until the end of the broadcast. Being able to maintain a smile and say goodbye was already Park Hae-sung's limit.

"Go back and have a good rest." The agent blamed the latter half of Park Hae-sung's uneasiness on fatigue.

Park Hae-sung sat in the back seat, tightly wrapped in her jacket, and replied with an "Okay". Just half an hour ago, she felt so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. Who would have thought that her head was about to explode, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

The strange and delicate balance had been altered.

Because of the message from the netizen who had a similar experience as her.

At that time, she actually wanted to tell the netizen to stop thinking nonsense and to get along with her boyfriend. There was a limit to studying abroad, so what was there to be afraid of?

She wanted to tell the netizen that her sadness meant that she really liked her boyfriend, and that she would definitely regret it if she broke up with him.

She wanted to tell the netizen that she really envied her. After all, it was only because of the distance between them.