Chapter 107 – Operation Love Love (3)
In the basement of the Black Dragon Room building, there was originally a small auditorium used for events. It was a place where about 50 people could sit down and show a simple play or a performance by a trot singer in front of the audience.
“Well, then, everyone has gathered, right?”
Jeong Su-hyeon came up on the stage of the auditorium and said. Facing him were the members of the Black Dragon’s guild. All of them covered themselves with Hanagawa Misaki’s goods and were looking at Jeong Su-hyeon with a spleen expression. Jeong Su-hyeon was aware of the urgency of the situation, but he couldn’t control his expression when he saw this.
Lee Jun-hyeok was holding a shirt with characters from [Flower Dream] And a penlight with a very serious face. He said to Jung Soo-hyun.
“Okay. Ready.”
“Geuhup… Hmm…”
Jeong Su-hyeon had to turn his head and clear his throat once more. Because otherwise, his expression would look strangely distorted. It was a plan to throw away all of the face and body of the Black Dragon room, so Jung Su-hyeon shouldn’t laugh in front of them either.
This [Ada Bomber Misaki Capture Operation] Was not a plan that Jeong Su-hyeon managed alone. If the first step of the plan is for Jeong Su-hyeon to lure Misaki into the building of the Black Dragon Room, the second step is for the members of the Black Dragon Room, disguised as fans of Hanagawa Misaki, to cheer Misaki passionately enough to impress her. It was shaking
Because that way, the likes will rise quickly, and Misaki will open her heart more to Jung Soo-hyun, who gave her such hot fans, than Kim Chun-bae, who is stuck in the corner.
So, the guild members of the Black Dragon’s Room practiced cheering choreography while watching videos of performances at Hanagawa Misaki Small Theater in Japan, with only one thought to find out the location of the Black Dragon’s Ark, and their leader, Lee Jun-hyeok, even memorized the slogans.
Kim Yoo-jung also participated in this operation with a very enthusiastic attitude, and she even said that cheering for her was more fun than she thought.
“Oh, I can do it too.”
Seong Ha-yeon could not enter the auditorium. It was because Ichie and Seong Ha-yeon were acquainted with Hanagawa Misaki during the Shininwang War. The two couldn’t participate in the cheering squad, as it was clear that if Misaki found out, the plan would be disrupted.
Seong Ha-yeon was regretful about this, but Ichie had an expression that seemed fortunate. The two decided to do the lighting effects on this stage instead.
“Misaki. Are you ready?”
“Yes yes…”
Jeong Su-hyeon spoke to Misaki, who was sitting in the waiting room. Misaki nodded, fidgeting with her stage costume. Misaki, who said he would think about it, eventually came to the office of the Black Dragon Room, which was quite far from the house of Kim Joo-seong, the original surveillance target.
Jung Su-hyeon thought Misaki was halfway over.
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Liar.
Misaki, who ran to find fans without reporting anything to her master, considered herself a liar. But at the same time, he also thought that Master was bad. It was because he wouldn’t let her sing nor dance, knowing that Misaki was an idol and really liked performing with her fans.
Misaki was happy even if she had only one fan. I liked the way Kim Chun-bae passionately cheered as the owner. He loved the way he vigorously shook the penlight for himself and cheered him on with passion even though he was bad at dancing.
But he couldn’t see it anymore. He couldn’t even get the cheer that was like everything he was. Therefore. It was all Kim Chun-bae’s fault that she is now on her stage. Because she watched hard every day. It was clear that she could perform for a day or so.
She thought so and got up from her seat. A microphone was in her hand. It was a magical microphone that she could specially create with her powers. She followed Jung Soo-hyun down the hallway. Today, Jung Soo-hyun’s back is exceptionally wider and his height looks taller. Somehow, I kept thinking that it was cool.
“Oh, no…”
“What’s wrong? Misaki?”
“Oh, no.”
She inadvertently compared herself to her master again. Misaki shook her head and said.
“Daddy, hurry up.”
The stage was without lights, and a spotlight was shining on only one microphone stand. Jeong Su-hyeon opened the door and nodded as if letting the princess in. Misaki’s legs trembled. Has she ever performed on a stage like this? All performances with Kim Chun-bae were in his room.
A performance in which Kim Chun-bae calls out only to himself, holding and wielding a penlight in a small room. For Misaki, the appearance of the concert hall felt a little strange. Misaki cautiously stepped onto the stage. The stage was much wider compared to Kim Chun-bae’s room.
Even if I danced loudly, I didn’t think I’d bump into a wall, and I didn’t think anyone would come and say it was noisy. That alone made Misaki feel like the world had expanded. She had to hold back a smile rising to the corners of her mouth. This was because it was nothing compared to the passion I felt on stage with Chunbae Kim.
A performance is never complete with just the stage. Perfect lighting and sound, and the passion of the fans were needed to properly perform. Misaki liked the support of the master, who had no equipment but was as passionate as he was.
Thinking so, Misaki forcibly hardened his expression. Ichie and Seong Ha-yeon, in charge of lighting and sound, turned the lever at the same time as she came forward.
Clap!
Machine sounds rang out, and bright lights illuminated the entire stage. On the stage wall decorated with beautiful pink flower patterns, Hanagawa Misaki’s album cover spread out in a panoramic view. The stage composition makes you feel as if you are in a dream palace. Misaki was dumbfounded by the sight and couldn’t look at the audience. Because he felt like he was dreaming just looking around.
And the music started playing. Clean speaker sound that clearly captures the heavy bass and delicate piano sound. A rich sound resonated throughout the auditorium, as if shaking the heart. Hunter Lee Jun-hyeok, whose hobby was collecting speakers, was demonstrating the power of the speakers for stage performances he brought from home.
Misaki’s clear voice was playing in the intro.
[At that time… Somewhere in the kingdom! A girl with a bouquet of flowers has appeared! Its name… ! It’s Misaki! Flower! Flower! Q it!]
He shed some tears at the fact that such a low-quality intro was coming out of the speakers he bought to listen to classics like Wagner and Tchaikovsky, but he decided to endure it, thinking that this was also for the sake of the ark.
Misaki covered his mouth and shivered. Because he couldn’t help but try not to compare. Music from the computer’s built-in speakers and music from expensive speakers. Perfect stage setting.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”
Misaki raised his head. He couldn’t help but turn his head again as he felt that tears were about to spill over him. It was because in front of him, dozens of people wielded fan lights and shouted cheering choreography and slogans. The sword dance that seemed to be measured with a ruler, and the loud sound of spirit. The passion that blooms in it.
“Oooooh! Oh hey! Aww!”
Under the colorful lights, Misaki finally smiled again. Tears streamed down his grinning face. She cried.
“I! I will sing!”
The Hunters of the Black Dragon Room were sincerely cheering for Misaki at this moment. The basement of the Black Dragon Room. Their cheering continued until evening. As Misaki sang, he made eye contact with Jung Soo-hyeon, who was watching him from one side of the stage. Misaki felt his heart pounding.
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Lately, Misaki has been acting strangely.
Chunbae thought so. Misaki Hanagawa had been coming home late lately. There was no way to determine what she was doing outside of the fall, but it was clear that she was doing something other than her surveillance duties.
Although the problem was that she had no way to check.
However, Chunbae believed in Misaki. It was because she was a being who only looked at herself, because she had been summoned by herself. He knew that if she did what Misaki liked the most, she would cheer her up.
It was a performance.
Misaki will come back to her senses if she lets her do just one performance. Because it’s always been like that. Because once she always performed her own, she didn’t bother and came back to life.
So Chunbae is a deep night. She prepared her stage setting for Misaki. She covered all the windows and doors with newspapers she had gathered around her, and turned her music down to the lowest possible level. She also decided to replace her usual light with her fingers.
A cramped, stinking warehouse blocked off on all sides. The lighting will be replaced by moonlight, and the song can be sung in a very low voice. Chunbae felt as if she had returned to her room in her hunter days. He summoned her, reminding her of Misaki, who would impress her.
“Yes. Master!”
Misaki Hanagawa looked around, showing off her beauty and cuteness today as well. Seeing that her windows and doors were all barred, she looked at Chunbae with her puzzled eyes. Chunbae turned on her cell phone. I could hear Misaki’s music in a very small voice.
Misaki asked.
“Master?”
“Misaki. Did you want to perform? I’ll let you perform today.”
“Ah…”
Misaki nodded her head with a mysterious expression. Her gaze was fixed on the small cell phone. I didn’t like that kind of sound. There was no lighting, and the messy and shabby stage where it was difficult to move the arms properly caught my eye. The boundary between the spectator seats roughly made with newspaper. Then, she looked at the owner in front of her eyes.
He said.
“Misaki. Dance as quietly as possible. Also minimize movement. Because I will support you. It’s good?”
Chunbae Kim is the owner of Misaki. Misaki had to laugh. So she smiled and nodded her head. Kim Chun-bae gestured as if she were to sing quickly.
“Let’s skip the intro.”
Chunbae Kim is the owner of Misaki. So Misaki had to be loyal to Kim Chun-bae. So Misaki smiled at this too and nodded her head. As Misaki sang the song in a very low voice, he began performing a wildly adapted choreography for the cramped room.
Chunbae Kim clapped his hands like a critic and said:
“Well done. Misaki. Well done.”
For some reason, it was a sentimental look. But Misaki couldn’t be immersed. Still, the fierce cheers and the full stage lingered in my ears.
“Thank you. Master.”
Chunbae Kim is the owner of Misaki.
However, Misaki realized. Having tasted great support once, she knew that she would never be satisfied with Kim Chun-bae’s stage as small as her nails.
