Top Sexy Girl Group

Chapter 30


Chapter 30: Chapter 31: Top Sexy Girl-Group

“Nice!”

Joong-hyun was pretty happy, considering that the person he beat was only a girl.

“Hmph! Meanie!”

Jia got up from her seat with a huff.

“Good job, Joong-hyun.”

‘Go to hell, you bastard.’

I was smiling on the outside, but teeming with anger on the inside.

“There’s no losing in my book.”

Joong-hyun laughed in his seat. He leaned back and waited for the next competitor.

“Yoo-jin, go.”

At my command, Yoo-jin obediently sat in the chair and put her arm on the table.

“I’ll apologize in advance for defeating you, Yoo-jin.”

“I already gave up.”

Yoo-jin truly did look defeated. It really didn’t make sense for a guy and a girl to have an arm wrestling match. Whoever wrote that is an idiot.

“But what kind of…I mean, whose idea was it to have an arm wrestling match?” I asked. I really was curious.

“I did. Hehe,” Jun-jin asked with a cheeky smile. Then, he added, “Don’t feel bad if you lose, Sian. We’re going to pay for ours no matter what.”

I snorted. I guess I did it a bit too hard, because stuff came out of my nose. I quickly wiped it away.

“Whatever. Hands.”

Joong-hyun and Yoo-jin locked arms. The match started. With Yoo-jin losing.

Jia and Yoo-jin huffed while the VJs high-fived each other.

“Sian, what are we going to do?” Jia asked, her face worried. Since Jia was a trainee, she didn’t have that much money. Same with Yoo-jin. As the only one who actually debuted, I was the only one who had any money. Meaning, if we lost, I would have to pay. Of course, I was only going to buy ours. That’s what Jia wanted to say. That I better pay for everything.

“What do you mean? We just have to win.”

No way was I going to use my money.

“Joong-hyun, hurry up.”

I sat down and put my arm on the table. Joong-hyun got into position and grabbed my wrist.

“Hold my hand.”

“What?”

“My hand. Hold it.”

“But if I do that, you’ll definitely lose,” Joong-hyun said with a smirk. God, that smile was annoying.

“It’s fine. Take it.”

“Alright, then.”

Joong-hyun moved his hand to cover mine. Now we’re talking.

“Okay. Now, relax.”

Jun-jin took our interlocked hands and rocked them back and forth. Hmm…his face was annoying too.

“Okay, on three. One…two…three!”

On three, both Joong-hyun and I both put all our strength. And once again, the match ended in one second. A loud boom rang across the studio.

Boom!

“Aah…!”

Joong-hyun froze, staring in disbelief at his hand that was slammed against the table. Yeah, that’s right. I won. I had slammed his fist right into the table. If I had used all of my strength, his fist would’ve gone through the furniture.

“Hey, Joong-hyun, you didn’t lose on purpose, did you?”

Jun-jin snickered. Joong-hyun shook his head, but no one believed him.

“Joong-hyun must be a fan,” Jun-jin said. “Okay. Min-hyuk. Your turn.”

A man named Min-hyuk Lee stepped forward. He was tall with an average build. He didn’t really look that particularly strong.

“Hands.”

Min-hyuk and I obediently locked hands.

“Min-hyuk. Are you a fan of Sian?”

“I like Jia more.”

“Really?”

Jia beamed next to me, clearly pleased by what she’d just heard.

“So you’re going to win, right?”

“Of course,” Min-hyuk boasted with a nod. He looked like he meant it as well.

“Sian, do you have anything to say to Min-hyuk? To soften him up, maybe? You have to win this round, don’t you?”

“Should I break your right arm too?”

“W-what? Oh…hehehe.”

Jun-jin let out a laugh and replied, “That was just luck. It’s not going to happen again.”

“Okay, then. If I beat you, I get to hit you in the arm again.”

“Fine by me,” Jun-jin answered with a shrug. Has he already forgotten the time I hit his arm? If he did, then he’s even worse than I thought.

“Okay, on three. One…two..three!”

And again, the match ended in less than a second. Same results. Joong-hyun nodded, his face saying, “I told you so,” while Jun-jin shook his head at Min-hyuk, looking very disappointed.

I gestured towards Jun-jin.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

“Kyaah! Sian!”

“Let’s go Sian!”

Jia and Yoo-jin continued to cheer me on as Jun-jin sat down.

“I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl.”

“Good.”

“I’m not your fan either. I like Yoo-young.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t be offended when I win.”

“Just hurry up.”

Jun-jin gave me his hand and I grabbed it. This time, Jia was the referee.

“Okay. So. Will Jun-jin beat Sian and take away our chance at a feast? Or will Sian be the victor?”

Jun-jin snorted at the last statement, muttering that Joong-hyun and Min-hyuk simply let me win.

“Okay. On three. One…two…three!”

On three, Jun-jin and I went all in.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

I forgot how many milliseconds this one was. I was too busy banging Jun-jin’s hand on the table some hundred times before throwing him to the floor.

Crash!

Jun-jin began to roll around the floor, groaning in pain. Min-hyuk and Joong-hyun shook their heads, their faces sympathetic but not surprised.

“Aw, come on, Jun-jin. It’s not that bad,” I said innocently. Jun-jin held out his hand.

“Just leave the cleaning to us.”

But still, Jun-jin remained rolling on the ground, wiping the floor with that T-shirt of his. From the looks of it, it seemed like his hand really did hurt.

“Come on. Get up. I still have to give you your punishment,” I said, stretching out my shoulder. I was really going to let him have it this time. I considered stepping on him as well, but I decided that that would be too harsh.

Jun-jin stood up, his face the epitome of disbelief.

“How the hell are you that strong?”

The VJs nodded at Jun-jin’s question.

“You’re just weak.”

“Wow…”

That pissed Jun-jin off.

“Now. Give me your arm.”

“Wh-what…?”

“Give me your arm. We made a promise, remember? If I win, I hit your arm.”

“Uh…”

Jun-jin looked petrified. Maybe now he remembered how badly it hurt the first time I did it.

“Come on. I’ve been waiting for this,” I said, while clenching and unclenching my fists.

“Are you going to hit me?”

“I said I would.”

“But you’re a girl…”

“Ugh.”

This guy didn’t know when to stop.

“Since your left arm is in a cast, give me your right.”

“You can’t break my right arm! I won’t be able to film.”

“Then give me your left leg.”

“Fine.”

Jun-jin held out his left leg. He immediately tensed up his thigh muscle.

“You can hit here. I have tough legs.”

Jun-jin boasted. Fine. At least I won’t have to feel bad.

“It does look pretty strong,” I said while blowing on my fist.

“Go ahead.”

“Okay. I’m going in. One. Two…three!”

Bam!

“Ah!”

Thud.

“This is good,” I said while eating a piece of chicken. Boneless marinated chicken. It tastes as good as the stuff they serve to royalty.

“What? Is this your first time?”

Jia giggled. Actually, it was. And it was really good.

“This is good as well.”

Sweet and sour pork is delicious.

“And this too.”

The black noodles were amazing. What did they put in this? It tasted even better since I got it for free.

“But is Jun-jin really okay?” Jia said, gesturing towards Jun-jin. He was on the other side of the studio, passed out on the floor.

“He’s fine. He just fainted,” I answered nonchalantly as I continued to eat my chicken.

“Really?”

“Yep.”

That’s right. The moment I hit his leg, the poor guy was out cold. I didn’t break the thing since he still had to move around to film. I only gave him a small jab. He’ll get over it.

Sure enough, the guy soon opened his eyes. The VJs all gathered around him, asking if he was okay. Jun-jin clutched his thigh, still wincing in pain.

“Hey, Jun-jin, you okay?” I asked him from across the studio. Jun-jin hardly dared to glance at me before laying on the floor again.

“Jun-jin, are you sure you’re okay. Shouldn’t you go to the hospital?” Joong-hyun asked.

“No. I’m okay. It hurts but…I’ll be fine. If it still hurts tomorrow, then I’ll go.”

After saying that, Jun-jin closed his eyes again.

“Hey, Jun-jin, thanks again for the food~” I said loudly. I guess Jun-jin was mad because he immediately turned his head away and refused to speak another word.

Another day went. It was now Sunday evening. Tomorrow was filming day.

“Wow,” Jia said, looking at her phone.

“What?”

“Sian, you’re in ninth place!”

“Oh. I went up one place?”

I was in tenth place up until yesterday. Nice.

“You’ll be in 8th place soon at this rate.”

“Does that Yoo-jin will be out?”

Yoo-jin was currently in 8th. She did not look happy.

“Hmph.”

“Yoo-jin, don’t worry. If you do well tomorrow, you could level up too.”

“But still…I’m scared.”

“I guess I should apologize.”

I mean, that’s what I said, but I really didn’t feel sorry at all. I didn’t care who I had to step on to rise up in the rankings.

“But do you think our dance is good enough?”

“I think so. We did our best so now it’s up to fate.”

At my words, Jia and Yoo-jin nodded.

“But, Jia.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know that you snore?”

“What? No way! I don’t snore.”

“You do.”

“Really?”

Jia looked incredibly confused. I mean, so was I when I first heard it. I was coming back from practice sometime in the early morning and happened to hear it. Most girls don’t know they snore. Of course, I don’t. At all.

“But it’s really cute.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s really soft.”

“Well, that’s good. But still, I should visit the hospital. It’s not attractive for a girl to snore.”

“Really?”

I mean, I don’t mind. If there’s one good thing about people who snore, it’s that they’re understanding towards others who also snore.

“But since I’m pretty, it’s okay if I snore, right?” Jia asked with a cute smile. I humored her with a nod. Yeah, Jia was pretty. If I was lucky enough to have a girl like her sleeping next to me, I wouldn’t mind if she snored.

Anyways, we ended up falling asleep after some mindless chatter and soon it was morning.


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