Since ancient times, girl groups had good music sources but poor sales.

Only the top groups of the same period could have good music sales.

Although their team had just obtained a spot, they were well aware of how far they were from the Top Team.

In the remaining singing period, they won three more one-spot trophies.

This wasn't the most eye-catching among the new girl groups, but it was still considered impressive.

With the help of four one-spot trophies, Han Chuxia finally made progress. She swindled a fried chicken and a barbecue.

After becoming a girl group, Pu Haixing realized that what the girl group said about not getting fat was fake. However, it was true that they could eat a lot.

With such a large amount of exercise and a tight schedule, they could only rely on food to replenish their energy when they didn't get enough sleep.

However, eating a good meal meant that they wouldn't be able to eat anything with meat for a long time in the future.

Therefore, even if Park Hae-sung felt that she was about to vomit from eating meat, she still tried her best to stuff barbecued meat into her mouth.

"Although there isn't much time left in the singing period, we still have to go on the radio to promote the new song. Fill in the questionnaire later and give it to your manager." Pak Ya-yeon picked up the beef that Song Zhen threw into her bowl.

The manager at the next table thought that they wanted more meat.

"I can't take it anymore."

After Park Hae-sung was sure that she couldn't swallow any more food, she leaned against the sofa and took the questionnaire from Pak Ya-yeon.

"The person who left the deepest impression on the team at first sight …"

"Don't read the question out loud."

Song Zhen poured the water in her cup into Park Hae-sung's cup, then poured a glass of coke into her cup.

Park Hae-sung closed her eyes and pretended that she didn't see anything.

"I want to drink coke too."

"I remember that three days ago, I secretly drank a sip of coke in the dormitory. Park Hae-sung said that I was going to die of obesity in the next second."

"I was wrong. Please give me a sip of coke." Park Hae-sung thought that since she had already broken her vow to eat barbecued meat, what was a sip of coke?

Add iced cola, double the happiness.

She was careful not to get grease on the quiz paper, so she used her thigh as a cushion and began to answer the questions seriously.

When she saw the member that she didn't get along with at first, she didn't hesitate to write down the name "Song Zhen".

"It's anonymous, right?"

After Park Hae-sung asked, she got an ambiguous answer from Pak Ya-yeon. After a while, Pak Ya-yeon said that it should be anonymous.

"Does this questionnaire involve any issues that will cause our team to disband?" Shangke was also a little full from eating, and her eyelids were fighting to stay open.

"It's a pity that you don't have one." Park Hae-sung quickly filled in the form and handed the answer sheet full of words to her agent at the next table.

She picked up the barbecue tongs and began to flip the barbecue for her three younger sisters who had yet to stop eating.

"Chuxia, don't eat so much. Look at your double chin."

"Augny, eat more.

It's because of your existence in our team that I'm misunderstood as a fat kid. "

"Augny, I'm eating so much that I'm about to throw up."

"Then you'd better shut up and barbecue. No one knows when we'll be able to eat meat again." Song Zhen's words made Park Hae-sung shake her head. It's not easy to make money, but being an idol is really sad.

What made her even more sad was that she only found out which radio station she was going to be on the next day after eating the barbecue.

In the practice room, Park Hae-sung half-opened her mouth to confirm with Pak Ya-yeon several times.

"Didn't you listen to this radio station every day when you were a trainee?"

"Occasionally in the dormitory." Song Zhen stretched her back and leaned against the wall to stretch her ligaments.

"Augny, are you a fan of the anchors?"

This radio station was a late-night radio station at 11 o 'clock every night, but the ratings had always been good. A large part of the reason was due to the two anchors.

The two members of a popular young boy group, just this point alone could attract a lot of fans.

Park Hae-sung smiled and said, "No, when I was a trainee, I could only listen to these radio stations when I returned home from practice. I got used to it later."

Her statement was somewhat credible, and there was no need for her to lie about this kind of thing.

Many young boys and girls who wanted to become trainees were mostly influenced by popular artists, such as Pak Ya-yeon and Song Zhen in the team. The two of them were typical representatives.

However, Park Hae-sung still couldn't imagine that Song Zhen was actually a hot-blooded true fan who succeeded in chasing after her idol.

When the day of the radio station recording came, Park Hae-sung felt uncomfortable all over.

When their team arrived at the broadcast room, the two anchors were already sitting in their seats and reading the manuscript.

Park Hae-sung and the other four bowed to the director and writer together, and obediently followed behind the staff to reduce their presence.

She chose the most remote seat and sat down. Of course, before sitting down, she quickly greeted the two anchors.

The company chose this radio station first for their consideration. The two anchors were close to their age, and the program was a late-night broadcast, so they didn't have to rack their brains to talk about many interesting topics. They just had to follow the flow.

Park Hae-sung looked at the prepared manuscript and the screen in front of her that received real-time messages from netizens.

She felt her sleeve being pulled by Han Chuxia, who was sitting next to her. When she turned around, she saw Han Chuxia pointing at the camera hanging in the corner and saying, "This is the first time I've come to a visual radio station."

"In fact, this is the first time we're recording a radio station."

Park Hae-sung patted Han Chuxia's thigh. She asked the staff for a pen and began to scribble on the questionnaire that came with the script.

Just don't look up.

She had just made a mistake and only cared about choosing the furthest seat. After sitting down, she realized that she could look at one of the anchors when she looked up. The view was so good that no one would find it strange even if she kept looking forward.

Since she had already sat down, she couldn't ask to change seats.

Park Hae-sung didn't know how she had the face to say that she was magnanimous in front of Han Chuxia. What she was doing now couldn't even be considered as dirt.

Maybe it was because she really didn't think about what kind of expression or appearance she should use to see the other party again.

She had done it herself, but she still felt that if she saw a trace of annoyance in the other party's eyes, she would probably cry in front of everyone.

Park Hae-sung emptied her mind and listened to one advertisement after another. After the radio station's theme song finished, her eyes gradually focused.

From her perspective, she could see the person sitting opposite her pick up the manuscript.

"Speaking of the most popular rookie girl group recently, there's only that one, right?

I.M.P, who obtained four first place super rookies with scampering speed. What do you think of the one-month rookie phase? "

She really didn't know which writer wrote such a mushy introduction.

Park Hae-sung received a look from Pak Ya-yeon. After another anchor finished speaking, they greeted the microphone in front of them in an orderly manner.

"Because we're doing a visual radio station, everyone greet the cameras one by one." One of the anchors, Johnny, pointed to the surrounding cameras and said.

Pak Ya-yeon, who was sitting on the far left, was naturally the first to speak, and according to the order, Park Hae-sung was the last.

Their team did not set up any character profiles, so everyone simply introduced their team name and team name, and let the camera capture their faces.

"Hello everyone, I'm Hae-sung from I.M.P. Nice to meet you."

"Dafa, this voice is really not a joke.

There are netizens who immediately sent messages praising Hae-sung Xi's voice for its charm. "

Park Hae-sung smiled embarrassedly. She did see similar messages on the screen in front of her. After all, she was someone who relied on her voice to cut a bloody path out of a group of substitute vocalists.

"Thank you." After she finished speaking, she inadvertently glanced at Zhengzai?, who was sitting beside Johnny.

He didn't even raise his head and was seriously reading the broadcast script.

"Let's go back to the original question. What are I.M.P's thoughts after a month of debut?"

This kind of question should be answered by the official spokesperson, Pak Ya-yeon, but after thinking about it, Pak Ya-yeon looked at Park Hae-sung, who was tidying up Han Chuxia's hair.

Park Hae-sung felt her captain's gaze. She cleared her throat, leaned closer to the microphone, and lowered her eyes to say, "To be honest, I don't really feel like debuting this month."

"That's true."

Johnny agreed. When he saw that Park Hae-sung was about to speak again, he began to think about when to enter the second segment.

"But when we turn on the TV and watch the rebroadcast program on our own stage, we really feel like we're debuting."

As soon as she finished speaking, the other four nodded in agreement. They felt the same.

"Did anything interesting happen during the recording of the program?"

Pak Ya-yeon took the baton from Park Hae-sung and began to answer this question. After all, Pak Ya-yeon had the experience of debuting on the radio before, so she was more familiar with it.

Han Chuxia's Korean was still a bit rusty in her team. Song Zhen and Shangke didn't like to talk much, so the task of speaking was mainly given to Pak Ya-yeon and Park Hae-sung.

Park Hae-sung looked at Han Chuxia, who was trying hard to understand what everyone was saying, and smiled.

She put her hands on the table and relaxed a little.

Now that they were at work, she couldn't perform badly because of personal matters.

After the topic related to debuting mood was over, they began to ask some more questions.

The content of the questions was basically related to the new song, followed by Song Zhen and Pak Ya-yeon.

Park Hae-sung, as the VIP audience, was responsible for laughing, clapping, and echoing.

She turned the script to the last page, and after seeing her name and the related questions, her eyelids twitched.

"A netizen mentioned that Hae-sung Xi graduated from the same junior high school as us in D Country?

Is that true?

Is she an alumnus? "

Park Hae-sung couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. She looked up and met Zhengzai?'s eyes.

His face.

The moment their eyes met, Park Hae-sung was stunned at first, and then vaguely said yes.

It was definitely not her illusion. Except for Han Chuxia, who was in a daze, the eyes of the other three teammates fell on her like arrows.

"It's amazing to meet the juniors of the school here." Park Hae-sung looked at Zhengzai?

With a smile on her face and said gently.

Something was different.

"Hae-sung Xi should be very famous in school, right?"

As soon as Johnny finished speaking, he saw Park Hae-sung vigorously shake her head to deny it. He looked at Zhengzai?, who was sitting next to him.

In fact, from the beginning of the recording until now, he always felt that his brother was different today.

"I was very ordinary in junior high school." Park Hae-sung looked at Zhengzai?

She looked at Zheng Zai Zai and said, "Zheng Zai?"

She pulled out a somewhat awkward smile.

Zhengzai?.

There was no change in his expression, as if he was really surprised that tonight's guest and he used to study in the same school, but it was not an exaggeration.

"Hae-sung Xi should be one year younger than me, so we didn't meet much in school."

"That's right, and we didn't have physical education classes together.

In?

Senior was very popular in school at that time. "

Zhengzai?.

Chuckled and said that there was no such thing.

He did not continue to talk about the past, and directly read some new comments, which seemed to be very natural to end the topic.

Zhengzai?.

Did not show any special emotions of Park Hae-sung, so Park Hae-sung did not need to cry in the studio.

However, she suddenly felt a little stuffy in her chest. At the end of the questionnaire to the radio station, she wrote that she hoped to open a window on the wall of the studio in the future.

The stuffiness in her chest lasted until the end of the live broadcast, and the degree of stuffiness increased as time went on.

Except for the last segment of the talk, she revealed her heart and frankly told everyone that it was a miracle that she did not suffocate Song Zhen with a pillow for so many days as her roommate. She did not say anything else.

During the break of the song, in order not to appear too tired, she also made some hand movements. As a result, she hit the table too hard, and it hurt her so much that she gasped.

She was pointed at by Han Chuxia and called an idiot. She was angry that her performance today was really like what Han Chuxia said, an idiot.

At the end of the photo, Shangke came from the other side and hugged Park Hae-sung from behind.

"You're really … too uncomfortable."

Shangke let go of her hand and helped Park Hae-sung massage her stiff neck. "There's no schedule tomorrow, let's go back and have supper."

She said this very softly, and peeked at the agent who was busy talking to other staff outside.

Park Hae-sung snorted and went with Shangke to the place designated by the staff for the photo shoot.

It was rare that she did not chatter with Shangke about how eating at night would triple the calories, or that most supper was high in calories.

Park Hae-sung not only wanted to eat supper today, but she also wanted to drink two cans of Sprite.

She looked at the photos taken by the camera. She stood on the far right of the front row. Zhengzai?

She stood on the left of the back row.

She did not realize before that she was really suitable for a professional fake smile. Even if there was no smile at all, her smiling eyes still made her look gentle.

Their first team radio station recording could barely be considered to have ended smoothly.

Park Hae-sung followed behind Pak Ya-yeon and greeted the staff one by one as they approached the elevator.

The feeling of being unable to breathe gradually disappeared and was replaced by a sense of fatigue and powerlessness.

She fiddled with her hair in the mirror in the elevator.

At first, the company wanted to dye her hair red or blonde in line with the style of the album.

But her temperament was not suitable for that style, so in the end, she dyed it all black and curled the ends of her hair.

Park Hae-sung suddenly felt that she looked very different from when she was in junior high school.

As soon as she returned to the dormitory, Park Hae-sung saw Song Zhen and Han Chuxia occupying the bathroom. In the past, she would have shouted that she also wanted to use it.

But today, she really felt tired. After changing into slippers, she rolled onto the sofa.

Her agent brother was at the door telling Pak Ya-yeon something. Not long after, Park Hae-sung, who was burying her head on the sofa, heard the door close.

"What do you want to eat?" Shangke sat next to Park Hae-sung and patted her back.

"I want to eat fish cake."

In the small shops on the street, she liked to stand in the shop and ask the owner for a cup of hot soup and a few skewers of snacks.

"Stir-fried rice cakes and fried chicken!" Pak Ya-yeon's proposal was approved by Shangke and Park Hae-sung.

It was rare that the five of them didn't have any schedule tomorrow. The company considered that all of them were working around the clock and allowed them to rest for a day, so Song Zhen, who went to bed after washing up, didn't rush back to her room. Instead, she watched TV with Pak Ya-yeon in the living room.

By the time Han Chuxia came out of the bathroom, the takeout had arrived.

She stared with wide eyes as Shangke tore off a drumstick and stuffed it into Park Hae-sung's mouth.

"God, Hae-sung Augny is actually at night!

Eat!

Fried chicken! "

Park Hae-sung looked at her coldly. She pulled out the drumstick that had no meat from her mouth and threw the bones aside.

Song Zhen snatched the other drumstick and gave it to her childhood sweetheart who was busy pouring drinks.

She was obviously a busy woman, but she didn't feel any love from her sisters at all.

Han Chuxia took away two wings as soon as she sat down. She saw Park Hae-sung's listless look and said, "Was that very white and very handsome broadcaster Augny's first love?"

Pak Ya-yeon, who was happily chewing on a drumstick, paused. She stuffed a drumstick into her mouth and carefully looked at Park Hae-sung who was lying on the sofa.

Park Hae-sung looked at Pak Ya-yeon and wanted to laugh.

"Yes." Her tone was very calm. This also made Pak Ya-yeon sigh in relief.

When they heard Zhengzai on the radio just now, they heard that Zhengzai?

Park Hae-sung was in the same school. Then, they thought about the glorious years that Park Hae-sung had told them. It was easy to guess this.

"He is indeed the type that people would like when they were in school." Han Chuxia nodded seriously. "Augny, your taste is still very good."

Park Hae-sung didn't respond. She stood up and said that since no one was using the bathroom, she would go take a shower.

She locked the bathroom door and put her hands on both sides of the sink.

The tightness in her chest once again overwhelmed her, making her feel as if she was about to suffocate.

Park Hae-sung realized that what really made her sad was not that the other party would show a trace of dissatisfaction or awkwardness, but that she would completely treat her as an ordinary person who was completely unrelated to her.