From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

"June! It's June!"

"What is he doing here?"

"Does he have some complaints about the show?"

"Dang, he really is handsome. I thought they were just joking."

"You see him everyday on the screen! How could you doubt his beauty?"

"I thought ya'll were just glazing."

"Besides, Cindy likes him a lot, I believe. Who knows if she puts filters on him?"

"Really? Frame by frame?"

June arrived at the headquarters of Rising Stars, determined to meet only one person.

He believed that she would finally determine whether June was going crazy or not.

Cindy.

With that, June bypassed all the employees and headed straight to Cindy's office.

He didn't even bother knocking and just went inside, making the older woman jump in her seat.

She was about to scold whoever interrupted her precious work but halted when she saw it was June.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"June? What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I need your help," June said, sitting on the chair in front of her.

Cindy, sensing the urgency in his voice, decided to skip the questions.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You keep the raw videos of the show in your computer, right?" he asked.

Cindy clicked her tongue and narrowed her eyes.

"Why do you want raw footage of the girls?" she suspiciously asked.

June sighed. "Footage from the past season," he clarified.

"Oh," Cindy said, her gaze relaxing. "Goodness. That is such a long time ago. I wasn't even the editor during those times."

"I know," June said. "But, do you still have it?"

"Well, some are arguably lost. However, I think the past editor saved some of the footages right here," she said, clicking on a master file.

"Aha," she smiled. "Some clips from the first episodes are here. Come closer so you could see."

June stood and went next to her, scrolling through the thumbnails of the videos.

He clicked on ones where he felt he could be seen, playing through them at a fast pace.

"He should be here," June muttered, waiting for Mr. Klin to turn up after the livestreaming mission.

However, much to his dismay, he didn't appear.

Fortunately, he saw another clip.

It was in the practice room—when he was practicing his cute acts and failing miserably.

Mr. Klin was supposed to be there, guiding him to the right direction.

However, the entire 15-minute clip was only of June practicing his cute acts in the mirror.

Cindy couldn't help but chuckle.

"You look like you're only speaking to yourself there," she pointed out.

June leaned closer to take a more thorough look.

The camera was only filming the back of his head; but in his blurry reflection in the mirror, it appeared like he was, indeed, talking to himself.

June felt like something snapped in his brain.

He was always alone whenever he met with Mr. Klin.

Now, his trace couldn't be found anywhere.

Not even his fellow trainees knew who he was.

June stood straight, his ears ringing once more.

"Did you see what you needed to see?" Cindy asked, yet June appeared like he couldn't hear her.

Cindy frowned and was about to ask him once more when the door opened.

"There you are!" Jay exclaimed, breathless since he ran around the building to find June.

"Why did you come here?" he asked.

June still didn't respond, allowing himself to internalize everything that was happening.

Everything was just a lie.

"Sorry for bothering you, Cindy," Jay said, holding onto June's wrist. "We're going now."

With that, he dragged June out of the headquarters and to the underground parking lot.

June still appeared dazed even as he sat on the front seat.

Jay glanced at him worriedly.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. "You just bolted back there."

June nodded, not really in the mood to explain himself.

"Everything was a lie," he muttered just as Jay started the engine.

Mr. Klin...

Did he not exist in the first place?

If so, then who was he?

Just then, June had a realization.

Klin.

K.

Was Mr. Klin the missing puzzle in all of this?

June felt his heart racing as he glanced outside the tinted windows of the car.

He saw that they were already near, but he still couldn't help but feel impatient.

He needed to try out the new combination.

As soon as they arrived at Azure's dorms, June bolted out of the car, leaving Jay confused once more.

He entered their dorm, ignoring his members as he made his way back to his room.

He made sure to lock the door before grabbing the briefcase from underneath his bed.

June sighed in relief when he saw that the other panels were still glowing green.

He just needed the last number—the missing piece.

However, as he reached his hand to turn the wheel, he realized that he didn't know what number Mr. Klin was associated with.

"Shit," he muttered.

He thought he had finally gotten the answer!

June groaned and laid in his bed, feeling at a loss once more.

"It's definitely Mr. Klin," he muttered, closing his eyes in annoyance.

"During this time, somebody would have helped me already," he continued.

"Fu, where are you when I need you?" he asked, chuckling since he realized that he had missed Fu a lot.

"Fu," he muttered once more.

"Fu..."

Then, he shot straight up, his eyes wide when he had another realization.

"Fu, is this you?" June asked. "Is this your clue?"

June knew that he looked insane. Fu didn't even appear before him, but for some reason, he felt like he had a connection with Mr. Klin.

"Fu has two letters," June muttered, coming to a conclusion.

With that, he reached for the lock once more, preparing himself to input the very last number in the passcode.

He closed his eyes just as he turned it to the number two spot, not knowing what to expect.

After a while, he finally had the courage to open his eyes.

At that moment, he only saw the color green.

And just like that, a clicking sound was heard in the room.

The briefcase was finally open.