Grab the Regressor by the Collar and Debut! Chapter 96
Chapter 96 – Bomb? (7)
“Huh?”
What Ha-jin pointed at—
was his phone.
More precisely—
the messenger window with Lee Yugeon.
“Let’s make him do it.”
“…What?”
“His voice doesn’t overlap with Do-ha’s. And from sports day, his lung capacity looks solid.”
“But… Yugeon’s never rapped before.”
Ha-jin glanced at Kim Wonho.
A sharp look.
Wonho, who had been filming—
froze.
Then—
click.
Recording OFF.
Only then—
Ha-jin leaned back.
Folded his arms.
“So what? It’s not like he’s a great singer anyway.”
[Lee Yugeon – Miro]
Vocal: D (C+)
Dance: B+ (S)
Expression: C- (A-)
Charm: D+ (B+)
Special: Copy & Paste (B)
→ Can replicate observed performance with high accuracy
No rap stat.
Vocal?
Barely decent.
With debuff?
Children’s song level.
But that wasn’t the point.
“If we build the tone and rhythm for him… and make him memorize it?”
Pause.
“He can handle sub-rapper.”
That skill—
Copy & Paste.
He memorizes fast.
Copies fast.
Executes clean.
Even during Team A—
he copied Han Seongwoo’s pronunciation.
Exactly.
“Probably learned it from the guide vocal.”
“…That makes sense.”
“His phrasing sounded like Cheong Hansol-sunbae.”
Of course—
skill gap = huge.
But the method?
Perfect.
Ha-jin turned to Lee Doha.
“…You’ll have to build his part too.”
“….”
“So I’ll leave it to you.”
Doha answered instantly.
“That’s not difficult.”
“…Hyung, are you sure?”
“You’d be doing double work.”
Doha didn’t hesitate.
“I owe the dance side anyway.”
“….”
“If I can contribute with what I’m good at, I should.”
…As expected.
“Alright.”
Decision made.
“Main vocal: Jung Siwoo.”
“Lead vocal: me.”
“Sub vocals: Wonho, Eunchan.”
“Main rap: Doha.”
“Sub rap: Yugeon.”
“…Will he agree?”
Siwoo.
Calm. Sharp.
Ha-jin slipped the phone into his pocket.
“Even if he doesn’t—we’ll make him.”
Silence.
“He said he’d take whatever’s left.”
“….”
“And if someone has to take the hit—”
His tone dropped.
“It shouldn’t be Joo Eunchan.”
Everyone looked at Eunchan.
“….”
“Not when he’s been doing his job properly.”
Eunchan froze.
Then—
bowed.
“Thank you… hyungs.”
Siwoo stood.
Short breath.
“…That’s fair.”
“Meeting over?”
“Yeah.”
“Get rest. Tomorrow—no sleep.”
“Alright. I’ll talk to Yugeon.”
“…Wonho. Stay.”
“…Me??”
“You’re doing choreography.”
“…Huh?”
“Don’t overthink.”
“…Right. Okay.”
Wonho sat.
Still confused.
Ha-jin didn’t wait.
Ideas poured out.
Fast.
Clean.
By the time they finished—
it was dawn.
They left.
Wonho → dorm.
Ha-jin → lounge.
No point waking Eunchan.
Light sleeper.
“….”
Thoughts spiraled.
Is it really Lee Yugeon?
No certainty.
Just because he said no parents…
…doesn’t mean he has none.
…What kind of thought is that?
Still—
the suspicion stayed.
If I’m right—what do I even say?
“I know your past life”?
If I’m wrong?
I look insane.
…And Thirteen?
Still gone.
“Ha-jin hyung!”
“…Huh?”
Dan Haru.
Seo Taehyun.
Pajamas.
On the sofa.
“…It’s 3AM.”
“What are you doing?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“We were talking.”
“…Ice cream in the fridge—”
“Don’t eat it.”
Behind Taehyun—
Haru froze.
Eyes wide.
…He didn’t replace it.
Ha-jin sat down.
Fatigue hit instantly.
“What, go sleep.”
“I thought you couldn’t sleep.”
“Just finished choreo with Wonho.”
“Chan’s asleep.”
“I’ll crash here.”
“…Wonho’s doing choreo again?”
“Yeah.”
“What about you guys?”
Taehyun smirked.
Haru giggled.
“Our team?”
“…Stacked.”
“Members?”
“Me. Haru. Parang. Jaeyoung. Yuki.”
“…Wow.”
Flowers + confetti.
Perfect lineup.
“The moment Parang entered—I closed the room.”
“I literally shouted ‘Eureka.’”
“…That explains a lot.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Small talk.
Late-night mood.
Haru started dozing.
Still refused to leave.
Then—
conversation shifted.
“Taehyun.”
“…Yeah?”
“How did you get close to Lee Yugeon?”
“…You’re really fixated on him lately.”
“We’re teammates now.”
“And it’s weird.”
Pause.
“His attitude’s bad.”
“He doesn’t want to debut.”
“…Mm.”
“I’m only tolerating him because of you.”
“If I fail this mission—I’m done.”
“…Don’t read online comments too much.”
Taehyun sighed.
“But it’s true.”
“…What is?”
“Lee Yugeon didn’t join because he wanted to debut.”
—What?
“Then why is he still here?”
“…Personal reasons.”
“I don’t know everything.”
“….”
“He’ll probably leave after the show.”
“….”
“But he still does his part.”
“So cut him some slack.”
…That made it worse.
Confusion.
Fatigue.
Pressure.
Everything twisted together.
Then—
Piiiiiiiiiing—
“Ugh—!”
“Hyung?!”
Pain.
Sudden.
Violent.
Vision split.
Sound distorted.
Heartbeat—
too loud.
No—
something was hitting—
his world.
“Hyung! Should I call Team Leader?!”
“…No… I’m fine…”
Then—
Gone.
Like nothing happened.
“…Haa…”
Cold sweat.Shaking.
What was that?
And then—A blue window appeared
But—broken.
[S?ngle Q$esSSSt 3.]
Comp@lete th3 thirdd mis$ion
with Lee Yu-geon
* Sysㅣtem und9r attaaaack…
Pl3ase be careful
** Recov3ry schedul3d s?o?n
If failed:
- Regression possibi/(?lity
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The system—was corrupted.