The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

‘Is this for real?’

When the earlier performers’ songs had been playing, most of them seemed so busy just trying to adapt to an unfamiliar genre that no one had expected much—me included. I’d assumed Baek Jijun would be the same.

【—I’m losing my resistance】

But that illusion crumbled like a sandcastle before the tide the moment I heard Baek Jijun’s “Moonlight.”

A melody spread out—an arpeggio guitar line laid over a crisp, textbook shuffle rhythm, with a buoyant synthesizer layered on top, raising the dreamy mood to its peak.

【Moonlight that shines even in the sun,

A candle that burns even without a wick】

The lyrical words blended in, spreading through the air in a haze of ecstasy.

【Tell me, Am I meant for you?】

Kang Ichae’s judgment had been right.

Baek Jijun was a genius.

‘This is going to be tough.’