Grab the Regressor by the Collar and Debut! Chapter 87
Chapter 87 – Soccer Is Played with Your Feet, and Basketball with Your Hands (1)
Exactly one hour and thirty minutes before Kang Hajin started desperately wishing he could regress—
inside a gymnasium.
<★Miro Maze Cup★ One-Heart Sports Day>
<Tonight’s dinner: beef – paid by CEO Han Sewon>
<(Breaking) Miro boys in matching team shirts actually exist (Shocking)>
<Desties, enjoy yourselves (wink)>
Banners filled with completely unhinged jokes hung all over the gym.
PD Kwon Myeong-eun, who had dragged everyone out at dawn, clapped loudly.
“Alright! Today is just for relaxing and having fun! I know you’ve all been stuck in the practice room, so we spent a bit of money on this. Well—your CEO did!”
“Woooo~~!”
The assistant directors pointed dramatically toward someone behind them.
The trainees clapped along, confused—
and saw Han Sewon, Miro’s CEO.
He actually came all the way out here.
Looks like Episode 1 really did hit big.
Even Hajin hadn’t seen him since signing his contract.
“Anyway, I’ll leave my card behind, so make sure they buy you something good for dinner. Have fun—and don’t get hurt!”
“Yes, sir~!”
“My sons, I love you!”
“Waaaaah~~!!!”
Among agency CEOs, Han Sewon had a relatively good reputation.
— He may not have money, pride, or common sense, but he treats the kids well
└ Pick one: insult or defend him
That kind of vibe.
And honestly—
Hajin agreed.
Miro took care of its trainees.
Paid tuition for some
Covered living expenses
Guaranteed high school graduation
No weekend training for rest
There was even a story behind that rule.
[Why UPIA never messes with Seo Tae-il]
Back in trainee days:
Seo Tae-il secretly dropped out of school
Used tuition money for living expenses
Worked part-time
Rented practice rooms himself
Even gave pocket money to younger trainees
Later—
CEO found out, cried, and promised success
After debut, sold his house and repaid everything
Conclusion: Seo Tae-il = saint
Even Hajin respected him.
Responsibility like that… isn’t light.
“Mic test. Can you hear me?”
Seo Tae-il stood at center court, now in full sportswear—UPIA-sponsored from head to toe.
Goal confirmed: rich, tall, handsome.
Hajin clenched his fist and walked toward the center.
At least—
it felt nice to be out of the practice room.
“Today, we have a special guest MC!”
“Oooh~.”
The reactions were better now—trainees had gotten used to filming.
Tae-il cleared his throat.
Maybe I should’ve brought Jinwoo…
But no.
He was a 13-year veteran.
Perfect composure.
“To make today more fun, we invited someone specia—”
“Hey! That intro is way too long!”
“…Haa.”
Tae-il’s composure shattered instantly.
A man with light brown hair walked in, smacking a rolled cue card in his palm.
“Seriously, how long am I supposed to wait? Are we starting after sunset?”
“Da-woon, hyung is talking…”
“You are talking too long. The juniors are dying over here.”
“This is why I didn’t want to bring you.”
“What? Member discrimination?? Should I leave?? I’m hurt!”
“Da-woon. Please.”
The trainees froze.
Seo Tae-il… was getting overwhelmed.
“Alright, just introduce me properly.”
“…UPIA’s lovable Maltese main dancer, third-born Nam Da-woon.”
“Mm. Good.”
He waved brightly.
“Hello, juniors! I’m your hyung, Nam Da-woon.!”
Hajin clapped, genuinely impressed.
So this is what 13-year veteran confidence looks like.
Nam Da-woon—
UPIA’s variety ace.
Loud. Energetic.
And most importantly—
talks nonstop.
“Alright, my little nephews! Three seconds screaming—go!”
“AAAAAAAH!!!”
“Now confess your love to Desties!”
“Desties, we love you!!!”
This is chaos.
Ten minutes in—
half the trainees were already exhausted.
By the time EDM started blasting—
Seo Tae-il had given up.
“Huff… okay, that’s enough footage, right?”
A writer held up a board:
<God of variety Nam-Ti-jyu we love you ♥>
“…Wait, where did hyung go?”
Tae-il was already resting in the shade.
“Keep going. Do whatever you want.”
“Wow. No responsibility.”
“I’m old.”
“Then I’ll take over!”
“Everyone! Today, you’re playing with me~~~!”
“YEEEES!!!”
Like a cult—
everyone raised their arms.
Even Hajin joined.
This is a mess.
And yet—
this was where everything began.
Team Formation
Four teams total:
Red
Blue
Purple
Yellow
Initial draw → adjustments for balance
Hajin felt uneasy.
Why so serious about balancing?
Final Teams
<Red Team → Phoenix Team>
Captain: Jung Siwoo
Members: Joo Eunchan, Dan Haru, Park Jaeyoung
<Blue Team → Azure Dragon Team>
Captain: Kim Huigeon
Members: Lee Parang, Shin Gyeongho, Yoon Taewon
<Purple Team → Lilac Team>
Captain: Gong Seok
Members: Kim Minwook, Yuki, Jayden
And finally—
<(Just) Yellow Team>
Captain: Seo Taehyun
Members: Kang Hajin, Lee Doha, Kim Wonho, Lee Yugeon
Five men.
All over 180cm except Taehyun.
Standing in bright yellow tracksuits.
Hajin stared at them.
…Is this right?