Poten

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NTV's featured show ‘The Smart Game’ opens.

Minho was sitting in a private waiting room waiting for the shoot order. Since there was no data to prepare because everything was private, it was a leisure time to look in the mirror and see if there were any acne anywhere.

“Does anyone want coffee? ”

Kim Si-wan pressed the switch on the port. The ball manager raises his hand and Minho shakes his head. Kim Siwan asked the ball manager about the mixed coffee.

“Manager, why are you hiding so much? It feels like a secret meeting, not a talent. ”

“I don't know. I've never seen anything like it. ”

The ball manager looks out the door and looks at the trends. Before the meeting, participants and the steps they came with could not go out because they were asked to refrain from moving.

Minho, who was managing his hair style, said as if passing by.

“Don't make any connections before the game. ”

Kim Siwan looked at Minho with curious eyes.

“Relationships?”

“If 10 people play the game, only one of them will be eliminated. That would make it easier for many to attack one person. If Siwan were you, would you want to lose someone close to him? ”

“Ah.”

Kim Siwan nodded. The ball manager who was listening also became a ‘likewise’ face. Minho looked in the mirror and focused on styling as if to say when.

“Siwan, can you grab that for me? ”

Kim Siwan quickly picked up the hairwax.

“Can I do that for you? I'm learning a little makeup, too. ”

“No, I'll do it. ”

Last week, I experienced the harshness of the fashion world, and I was able to master simple haircuts. Not as creative as Jay Kim's, but better than normal men's styling senses.

Minho put some wax on his hands and set it up with clean hair that matches the suit. Kim Siwan who was watching it quietly said with admiration.

“That's what I heard from my make-up teacher. ”

“Huh? What? ”

“They say you're good at styling, Minho. There's a lot of sense.”

“That would be a mistake. ”

“Ha, even humility. ”

However, Kim Siwan was becoming more and more similar to the face the ball manager had always made. Minho kicked his tongue.

“Kang Min-ho, please come out. ”

You hear the sound of the crew outside the door. Minho got up from his seat.

“Well, I'll be back. ”

The ball manager and even Kim Si-wan said, "Fight!” I cheered loudly. Minho laughed. It was just an opening shot, and I was curious how intense it would be to shoot out the eyes of 'I believe' in this game.

I walked down the hallway and opened the door of the recording studio. Inside the bright, illuminated set, there was a desk, a chair, and a green exterior wall.

It felt like an interrogation room somewhere.

“Kang Min-ho, come sit over here. ”

A middle-aged man with white bites greeted Minho. He had a celestial PD badge on his neck, which was the general PD of Smarter Games.

“Long time no see, PD. ”

“It's been a long time, Minho. You stole that prize and ate well, didn't you? ”

“Ah-ha-ha. ”

A thousand PD smiled and asked me to shake his hand. He was also the PD of Minho's quiz show.

“Try to get as far away from here as you can. That's how we get great viewership. ”

“I'll try my best. ”

As soon as the handshake was handed out, the cloth PD quickly recited the sequence of the opening.

“There is no contingency and you can act naturally according to the instructions. Keep in mind that we'll be conducting a short interview in the trailer as well. ”

As soon as Minho sat at his desk, the camera turned around.

[Please see invitation.]

A machine modulated voice came from somewhere. Minho stared at the paper on his desk.

[Congratulations, you have been invited to 'The Smart Game’. This is a very interesting game where you can experience the extreme psychology of human beings.]

The voice that was reciting the words written in the invitation made me feel creepy. It's like a thriller in a movie.

[The pouch delivered with the invitation contains a base currency called Gold. Gold is worth 10 million won each. Enter ‘Smarter Games’ to earn more gold.]

Minho put his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a dice-sized golden cube. I felt heavy.

That looks like real gold. ’

[In order to be the last winner, you will need to find your own survival strategy. Keep in mind that all of those choices can come back as boomerangs. Depending on the outcome of the game, you can be a hero or a villain in one night. No one is responsible for the reputation it will earn.]

It was a warning that made me nervous by solemn voice.

[Do you agree to participate in 'Smarter Games’?]

Minho looked at the camera with his face. Perhaps he created an atmosphere to capture the reaction of this moment.

In the TV world of acting, the concept of reality was ambiguous. Youth may have been a rural reality, but the story goes on a mission by the producers with the goal of harvesting crops.

However, the program was a showcase that did not know who would survive. That's why Minho was more interested than the vague anxiety he usually had when he went out with his craft.

I feel like I'm about to play an exciting game.

“Let's have some fun!”

Minho smiled and wrote his name on the signature field at the bottom of the invitation. His relaxed expression was recorded on the camera.

“I'm going to do an interview now, so sit back and relax. ”

A thousand PD stood right next to the camera and delivered the horse.

The interview began with an introduction and ended with an answer, such as a willingness to come to the program. Celebrities last week were able to finish smoothly as they were preparing for the interview.

“You can go straight to the conference. ”

As soon as I left the studio, an FD followed me and began to guide me to the meeting location. It was a long way to Turra, next door to Studio B.

The FD, who said it was a step on the quiz show, either wrote it down or said it.

“Did you know there hasn't been one final pass since Minho? ”

“Really?"

“That's why I've been thinking about Min-ho since the planning phase. As a producer, I still have a lot of expectations for Minho. ”

When I heard the situation, it was not just the two people who were interested in themselves. Mr. Kim Cody, who started work today because he was bad at PD. Minho thought it would be really bad if he missed the first round.

‘I'll have to study until next week... hmm? ’

Minho was guided to the front door of a warehouse studio with the text ‘Smarter.’ The FD gave him a name tag as he was thinking about the meeting chair.

Digital label with the text of [Kang Minho: 1]. The number 1 seemed to refer to the number of gold.

To Minho in curious eyes, the FD said in a dry tone that was different from when it arrived.

“Just wait inside until all the participants have gathered. The break room is equipped with tea, drinks, and snacks. For the sake of equity, please remain silent until the opening is over. From the moment you step inside, all activity will be recorded on the camera. ”

Minho asked.

“You're starting a round today? ”

“I can't give you any information from here. Sure."

The seat where the FD disappeared. Minho saw and understood that the camera on one side of the iron gate was illuminating.

The game starts immediately.

It is clear that no one has prepared properly. I wasn't sure if this was a crisis or an opportunity.

Queek.

When he opened the iron door, an unmanned camera in every corner illuminated Minho's face. Minho looks down the stairs and looks back at the main hall.

“Nice work. ”

Inside the wide hall of the octagon, an unknown painter's emulsion was decorating one side of the wall. From farmers plowing fields to nobles living in palaces. An emulsion containing the lives of colorful characters depicted somewhere in medieval Europe had one common painting and another characteristic.

Masks on all viewed faces.

Min-ho felt like a real secret palace, not a broadcast set.

"What an immersion! ’

Minho admired the feeling of becoming a boy detective and entered the main hall.

In the corridors leading to the sides of the hall, there were rooms that were unknown to use, including the so-called break rooms.

Minho opened the door of the break room.

"Excuse me."

The three people who had entered earlier looked back at Minho. Two men and a woman. I didn't say if I was being cared for like Minho, but I said hello.

Minho naturally fixed his gaze on the woman after lowering his head to those who would become rivals.

‘It's not an announcement. ’

The woman in her late twenties, whose name was written, "Chae Hye-ju", was sitting with a car with a slang face. The other two men stood around the table, speechlessly looking at her momentum.

Minho went on a studio tour because he didn't look like he deserved to be here.

On the right, relative to the main hall, there are reception rooms and warehouses. Comfortable bedroom and boiler room on the left. If it weren't for unmanned cameras everywhere, everything seemed plausible enough to feel like a completely closed space.

Someone came in while I was wandering around.

Jinkyu, who was walking down the stairs, was startled to see Minho. Why are you here? ’Minho smiled and waved his hands briefly. Jinkyu stared at Minho for a while and entered the break room.

‘I'm so bored that I can't talk, by the way. ’

Minho opened his head and pulled the coin out of his pocket.

Pingr.

The coin that was circling the air fell into Minho's palm. A side server coin, neither front nor back. Minho asked me if I could pass round one.

Minho asked the next question, without much emotion, as the answer was avoided in this way.

"Who's coming in this time? The emotional announcer? ’

The back comes out. As I keep tossing the coin, I confirm that the order of entry in the emotional series is the last.

There's nothing more to stare at. Minho shook his head and followed the eukaryotic break room. I should eat sweet cookies and waste my time.

[Please gather in the main hall.]

The modulated voice spread throughout the stage.

Nine people who were gathered in the break room walked out. Last I heard, she smiled as she came down the stairs.

“I heard from the PD that you can talk now. ”

As she walked down from her elegant outfit, the eyes of the male participants converged on their own. Jung Seo-yeon greeted the cast one by one and stopped in front of Min-ho.

“Hello, Minho. ”

“It's been a while. ”

Jung Seo-yeon was amazed at Min-ho's appearance dressed in a luxurious suit.

“Wow, you're a broadcaster now. ”

“Suddenly...”

Minho said she started broadcasting because of the quiz show and quit. It's because I felt the unflattering gaze of some actors just pretending to be the only one who knew her. Among them, the pack was a euphemism.

Jinkyu pushed Minho over the shoulder with a look on her face.

“Nice to meet you, Jung Seo-yeon. I'm a fan!”

“I've never seen you before. Jinkyu.”

Jung, Seo-yeon treated Jinkyu with a proper smile. Minho stepped back. It was better to show personal friendship from the start than to be quiet now, unless there was a benefit to it.

Meanwhile, a huge monitor at the center of the main hall appears.

The scenes that were taken at the place where everyone had signed the invitations began to flow out cross-edited.

[The goal is not to fail once.]

Emotional voices. And underneath her face came information about her interview theorem and specs.

Minho realized that all the participants' information was to be shared at once and focused on the screen.

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Jung Seo-yeon. 27 years old. A player with specs and oiliness.

[I am Jeongyeon Jung. I am running news and quiz shows I'm with the S Department of Newspaper Broadcasting.]

“The goal is not to fail once. ”

Dongmook Jang. 36 years old. An unpredictable player who fights with bravery and agility.

[I've come to accept the game, Jang Dong-mook. Don't ignore him because he's a comedian. I know that faster than anyone.]

“What if you study well? I don't know. Hehe. ”

Yoon Su-won. 27 years old. A player who confuses his opponent with a shifting amount of smoke, the master of method acting.

[I am Yoon Su-won. I tend to smoke a little. When I get the script, I memorize it there.]

“Are you okay? A little surprised? ”

Lee Sang-chul. 45 years old. A reasonable player who has gone through a lifelong battle.

[I am Lee Sang-chul. I never lose. I've suffered a series of business failures for the rest of my life.]

“It doesn't matter if you look sly. You have to eat a lot of gold and go back. Please keep an eye on them and give them some strength. ”

Jin Kyu Park, 24 years old. A provocative player from H business school.

[I am Jinkyu. I'm in charge of visual work. I was top 0.03% of proficiency. Perfect.]

“I have a lot of knowledge in my head! Dig out some gold for the game! Sweep it all up!”

Baek Min-soo. 50 years old. An insightful player who peers through the computation and psychology of unrivalled gamblers.

[I'm a fake.]

“Simple?”

Harvey Park. 43 years old. A player with a pledge of speculation chopped up by numerous incident advocates.

[I'm Harvey Park. The way I am? Harvard Law School. Elite. Romantic.]

“Moonwalker? I assure you, the only thing that matters in defense is horseshit. Willingness to make my logic acceptable to everyone. ”

Hye-ju Cha. 28 years old. A player full of leadership who is a finance prodigy and encompasses all players.

[I am Hye-ju. I earned 500 million in salary in two years. An asset manager for VVIPs who design the lives and futures of their clients with thorough data analysis.]

“Smarter is the system that manages and protects gold per round. It's my stage.”

Choi Heo-jun: 35 years old. Players who want to stay calm and relaxed until the end.

[I am a doctor. His name is Heo Joon. When I entered Korean medicine, the professors all laughed like crazy.]

“Come and play if you're upset. Let go of the needle.”

Kang Min-ho: 24 years old. Dark Horse specializes in smarter strategic play.

[I am Kang Minho. I won the 500,000,000 won quiz show. Smarter Victory Secrets? I think it depends on how well I understand the round of games.]

“Let's have some fun!”

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Soon the screen ended.

The 10 participants glanced at each other.

[Start playing ‘Smarter Games’ 1 turn from now on.]

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