Become an Idol or Become Deceased! [fan translation] P.1

Chapter 152

As soon as I entered the commercial set, I saw an unwelcome face.

"How have you been? Seems like you've had a lot of troubles."

It was VTIC's Chungryeo.

'I'm going crazy.'

Why was he here again?

For reference, I did not receive any word from the company. They were in a hurry to catch a good advertisement and only showed me the script while transporting me.

Shouldn't they at least mention a little about it if we're dealing with a guy I already knew?

'I want to quit.'

I really didn't feel like working. But making it obvious would just make it into a rumor generator. I just nodded my head.

"Yes. It worked out well thanks to your advice."

"Ah, really? That's great."

Chungryeo smiled and held out his hand.

"Please take care of me in today's shooting."

"Likewise, please take care of me."

I didn't do anything childish like adding strength and squeezing his hand so the handshake was over in an instant.

"Then see you in a while."

"Yes. Sunbae-nim."

I didn't want to see him.

I thought of the script, changed my outfit, and prepared for the shoot feeling peculiar.

The outfit was a training suit of the latest fashion. However, it had a corporate logo on it.

'I already know why I'm wearing these clothes.'

First of all, the filming location was a grassy field, and there was a lot of exercise during filming.

It was like that.

"Okay, let's do it!"

At the director's words, a group of four-legged animals rushed at me and Chungryeo as we stood on the grass.

It was a pack of three-month-old retrievers and countryside puppies.

"Keunng!!"

As I was stroking this one's and that one's neck as told in the script, there was even one who jumped up to my nose and headbutted me.

'They're excited.'

Since one dog jumped, three or four others also started to jump in a row. Hey, stop licking.

I picked up a bunch with both hands.

...They looked cute.

"Puheung!"

Now they coughed in my face.

I knew I was going to fall over.

I tried not to look too serious in the drool-stained situation with four or five of them in my arms.

"Cut! Ah, that was good~"

"...Thank you."

The staff ran over to fix my ruined face. It was a mutual struggle.

"Keep the dog more secure! With the feeling of being held up~ Please smile brightly!"

Okay. A 'secure feeling' was important.

I was filming an advertisement for an insurance company right now.

To be exact, it was an advertisement for a corporate brand image promoting the support of stray dogs and training of guide dogs at a large insurance company.