After escaping from the practice room, Liang Yunsprinted into the nearest restroom, locked the door, and leaned against the cold door panel, gasping for air.
His heart was still pounding, and his cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg.
He looked at his flushed, startled face in the mirror and fell into deep self-doubt.
His brain was in a furious storm: “Did I just experience social death? Sitting on the ground and knocking over a bunch of things—this is an epic social death scene!”
Liang Yun wanted to die in the toilet, but then he thought dying in the toilet would be even more socially embarrassing, so he gave up.
“Will they think I’m a pervert?
First, I almost bumped into someone, then I was scared witless.
My image is completely ruined!” “Maybe…
I should just tell the company I can’t do this?
Is it too late to run away now?”
He stayed in the restroom for a full twenty minutes, engaging in an intense internal struggle.
Ultimately, his love for music and his desire for that huge production fee—well, mainly his desire for money—helped him overcome the fear caused by his social anxiety.
He splashed cold water on his face and tried to cheer himself up: “It’s just a bunch of girls, aren’t they?
They won’t eat you!
Get a grip, Liang Yun!
Just treat them as NPCs in a game!
Yes, that’s it!
A bunch of beautiful girl NPCs!
Haven’t you played Galgames before?
No, no, no…
Galgames might be okay…
RPGs!
Yes!
They’re RPG NPCs, quest-giving NPCs!”
Thinking this, he immediately felt much better.
After returning to his rented room, which was occupied by an upgraded “battle fortress” and various figurines, Liang Yun officially entered his creative seclusion mode.
He locked himself in his room, drew the curtains, creating an atmosphere of isolation.
His desk was covered with various energy drinks and snacks, looking exactly like an internet-addicted teenager ready to grind dungeons all night.
However, when he opened the music software and faced the blank audio tracks, he found himself in a predicament again.
Although he had analyzed everything logically in the meeting, that was mostly based on theory and experience.
To create a song that could truly resonate with their souls, he needed more “material”—fresh, vivid, everyday material that couldn’t be obtained from review videos and recordings.
But the problem was, how was he supposed to collect this material?
Should he just go talk to them?
Just thinking about that scene made Liang Yun feel like he was suffocating.
“I’ve got it!” He slapped his thigh, having thought of a brilliant idea.
Since he couldn’t take the initiative, he would adopt a “passive observation” method.
“Am I really a genius?”
Thus, the next day, a mysterious “man in black” appeared in the Starship Entertainment building.
He wore a black baseball cap, a black mask, and a black hoodie, exuding a suspicious aura that screamed, “I’m not a good person.”
This “man in black” was, of course, the disguised Producer-nim Liang Yun.
His first “survey location” was the corridor outside Practice Room No.
3.
He pretended to be getting water from the dispenser at the end of the corridor, but in reality, his ears were like radar, picking up sounds from inside the practice room.
He could hear the girls’ gasps during practice, their arguments while discussing dance moves, and their clear laughter during breaks.
He even took out his phone, opened the voice memo app, and seriously recorded: “Ahn Yujin, laughter is hearty and has strong penetrating power, judged as the team’s mood maker. Jang Wonyoung, speaking voice is soft and sweet, suspected of having aegyo attributes. Liz, voice is sweet, but she practices very hard, judged as a diligent type of player…”
He looked exactly like a biologist observing bird behavior, focused and…
perverted?
However, his first “sociological survey” soon met with a Waterloo.
A passing cleaning lady stared at him with the eyes of a thief for a full five minutes, and finally couldn’t help but pick up her walkie-talkie to call security.
Liang Yun was scared out of his wits and quickly grabbed his water cup, fleeing the scene at a hundred-meter sprint speed.
The first investigation failed, but he was not discouraged.
He then moved his “survey location” to the company cafeteria.
He roughly calculated the trainees’ usual lunch time, then arrived at the cafeteria early and occupied the most inconspicuous corner.
When Ahn Yujin, Jang Wonyoung, and the others walked in, chatting and laughing, he immediately lowered his head, pretending to be engrossed in his phone, but actually perking up his ears.
“Yujin, your high kick yesterday was so cool!”
“Wonyoung, your facial expressions have improved again! How do you do it?”
“Should we order fried chicken tonight? I want honey mustard flavor!”
The girls chattered away, their topics ranging from daily practice to the latest cosmetics and what to eat for dinner.
These seemingly trivial conversations, to Liang Yun, were all valuable first-hand information.
He silently labeled each person in his mind: “Ahn Yujin, strong leadership, can liven up the atmosphere. Jang Wonyoung, loves beauty, is the team’s ‘visual.’ Gaeul, calm, doesn’t talk much but is very reliable. Rei, cute, has a unique personal style…”
He continued to eat his meal while mentally creating “character biographies,” a mysterious smile of “everything is under control” appearing on his face, “Hehehe…”
However, his sneaky demeanor naturally did not escape Ahn Yujin’s keen eyes.
“Wonyoung,” Ahn Yujin nudged Jang Wonyoungbeside her with her elbow and gestured towards Liang Yun’s direction, “Don’t you think the person in that corner looks a bit familiar?”
Jang Wonyoung followed her gaze and also frowned: “It seems… a little. He’s been sitting there ever since we came in, always looking down, which feels strange.”
“More than just strange,” Ahn Yujin whispered, “I always feel like he’s eavesdropping on us. Look at him, even though his head is down, his ears are practically sticking up to the sky.”
In the following days, the “mysterious man in black” appeared with increasing frequency.
He would “coincidentally” take the same elevator as them, then stare at the elevator floor the entire time without saying a word.
He would “coincidentally” walk past them with his head down on their way to the recording studio, creating a gust of wind.
The girls finally realized they were being stalked by a pervert.
“What should we do? Should we tell Director Kim?” Liz said, a little scared.
“Don’t make a fuss yet,” Ahn Yujin stroked her chin, her eyes gleaming with wisdom and excitement (?), “We don’t even know who he is. And what if he’s just an employee of the company? If we rush to complain like this, wouldn’t it seem like we’re making a big deal out of nothing?”
“Then… what should we do?”
“We’ll handle it ourselves and expose him!” Ahn Yujin slammed the table, displaying the demeanor of a strong leader, “I want to see who this mysterious person is, daring to pull such stunts on our turf!”
And so, a “Mysterious Perverted Sasaeng Fan Arrest Plan,” with Ahn Yujin as the chief planner, Jang Wonyoung as her assistant, and other trainees making guest appearances, quietly unfolded. You are reading on novelping dot com, the official source.
That afternoon, Liang Yun, as usual, finished his “data collection” in the cafeteria and contentedly prepared to return to his shared apartment.
He hummed a tune, a vague melody already forming in his mind.
He didn’t know that a large net had already been cast for him.
Ahn Yujin and Jang Wonyoung deliberately slowed their pace, walking at the very back of the group, creating an opportunity for him to “make his move.” As Liang Yun passed them, Ahn Yujin gave Jang Wonyoung a look, and the two immediately understood and followed him.
Liang Yun was completely unaware.
He turned into a quiet corridor leading to the Producer’s studio.
Just as he reached the middle of the corridor, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him.
Before he could turn around, two tall figures flashed in front of him, one on each side, blocking his path.
The corridor was dimly lit, and the two girls, backlit, cast long shadows, like two powerful female vengeful spirits.
Liang Yun jumped, raising his head sharply.
Seeing the two girls in front of him, their faces displaying expressions of righteous partnership, his brain instantly crashed.
He instinctively took a step back, only to hit the cold wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
“Wh-what do you want?” His voice was trembling.
“We were about to ask you, what do you want?” Ahn Yujin crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes slightly, and slowly advanced towards him, “Sir, you’ve been following us these past few days, haven’t you? It must have been very tiring.”
“I… I haven’t!” Liang Yun retorted, a little guiltily.
“Haven’t?” Jang Wonyoung also elegantly stepped forward, her voice sweet but her tone cold, “Then why were you constantly eavesdropping on us in the cafeteria? Why were you sneaking around outside the practice room? And why did you take the same elevator as us?”
Liang Yun was speechless, cold sweat trickling down his temples.
He felt like a mouse cornered by two cats, utterly helpless.
“Who exactly are you?
Are you a sasaeng fan?
Or a commercial spy sent by another company?” Ahn Yujin extended a finger and poked his chest, “If you don’t tell the truth, we’re calling security right now.”
Liang Yun shivered at her poke.
Oh no, if they really called security, it would confirm his identity as a perverted sasaeng fan!
Then he’d really have to die in the toilet!
Liang Yun frantically waved his hands: “No! It’s not! I’m not! I am… Oh, it’s me!”
In his haste, he tore off his mask.
When that familiar face, tinged with panic and innocence, was exposed in the light, Ahn Yujin and Jang Wonyoung both froze.
The corridor fell into a dead silence.
Liang Yun was cornered by two powerful beautiful girls, scared out of his wits.
The moment his mask fell, both sides fell into an eerie silence.
Ahn Yujin looked at his almost tearful expression, stunned for a full five seconds.
Then, her signature smile, with a hint of mischievousness, reappeared on her face.
“Oh, Producer-nim,” she slowly began, drawing out her words, “We meet again. What, this time you wanted to personally test our trainees’… grappling and combat abilities?”
“Huh? You trainees also practice grappling?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Liang Yunwanted to slap himself.