The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

Without a flicker of hesitation, I rattled off correct answers one after another, and Gwak Seojeong’s gaze inevitably shifted toward PD Yang Juri. It meant: Are we going to get enough footage like this? The staff, too, were flustered and scrambling without any proper countermeasure.

“Ah, today really feels unusual. The production staff look awfully concerned. Seems they’re worried about the prize money. The Goliaths look pleased with the accumulated pot, but also nervous they might lose it all~! Now, Mr. Seo Hoyun! Only the final round remains! How do you feel?!”

“I suppose I am a little nervous. But I’ll do my best to the very end.”

I feigned a humble smile, and as Gwak Seojeong checked the next question card, a meaningful grin crossed his face.

“Mm, this one won’t be easy. Now, stage twelve.”

The VCR screen lit up with the question.

[Among the three given idioms, select the one whose meaning differs.

1. Myeongyabokya (明也福也)

2. Cheonryunjirak (天倫之樂)

3. Yoksikgiyuk (欲食其肉)]

I scanned them and smiled faintly.

“...May I use my second phone-a-friend here?”