Chapter 132
Chapter 132
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: Ace (Chapter 47)
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Green Hye-jeong looked at her younger members.
She wanted to ask what they were thinking.
But her concern was unfounded.
All four younger members were staring at her with identical looks in their eyes.
“We’ll use it!”
“Ah, each of the three pouches contains a different chance. So using it matters, but drawing the right one is key too. It could be a chance that doesn’t help this situation at all.”
“Is this luck-based too?”
“Yes, but there are all-purpose ones, so don’t get too disappointed.”
“Eum!”
There were only three silk pouches.
Meaning Tiramisu had just three chances to use.
That was why Green Hye-jeong turned to her members once more with a cautious expression.
“Saving it’ll just turn to shit, unnie. Just use it!”
“You little! What’s ‘shit’ coming from a girl’s mouth—shit! And from a pre-debut trainee set to debut next month!”
“It’s just a figure of speech.”
Blue Suryeon and Pink Si-ha bickered.
But the members all shared Pink Si-ha’s thinking.
Caution was good, but hoarding wasn’t.
And wasn’t there that saying—chances are for using?
“Who’ll draw?”
“Exclude Jeong-in for now. No luck today.”
“Agreed.”
Black Jeong-in stepped back without hesitation.
The pirate roulette had made her bad luck clear today.
That left four.
“Today I’ve got good luck—raise hands.”
“…….”
Not one hand went up at Green Hye-jeong’s words.
Normally they’d shove the maknae Black Jeong-in forward, but with her sidelined, the four eyed each other warily.
Their usual luck was middling across the board anyway.
“This chance is crucial. Lunch is on the line. We already lost breakfast, so we have to secure lunch no matter what. And brace for no dinner too.”
“Eum!”
The eldest sister and leader whispered softly to her members.
As quietly as possible, keeping the boom mic from catching it.
“Then leave it to Si-ha. She crushed three straight in rock-paper-scissors for order.”
“Right. Yeah, she did.”
Blue Suryeon’s words lit up Green Hye-jeong’s eyes.
Objectively, Si-ha had the best luck today.
“But what if she burned it all on rock-paper-scissors?”
“Then humbly accept the result.”
“Heeng!”
That’s what they said, but the expectant stares made Pink Si-ha pout.
The pressure in their eyes was intense.
“We won’t blame you if it flops.”
“Never! No blaming you.”
“I’ll blame you—we’re friends.”
“Jeong-in!”
Green Hye-jeong frantically covered Black Jeong-in’s mouth.
But Pink Si-ha had already heard.
“Decided?”
“Yes!”
“R-Really me drawing?”
“Yeah, draw with confidence! All or nothing! You know the first draw can suck, right?”
With the debate dragging, Heo Gwang-su cut in quietly.
Caution was fine, but not wasting time.
“I’ll take this one!”
“Golden silk pouch.”
“Yes!”
Pink Si-ha snatched one of the three pouches.
Surprisingly decisive, no real agonizing.
Then, face tense, she slowly opened the golden silk pouch.
“There’s a note—unfold it.”
“What if there isn’t?”
“Huh? No way.”
“Hehe! Kidding.”
Heo Gwang-su’s face flashed surprise.
He’d worried for a staff slip-up.
Pink Si-ha grinned and unfurled the neatly folded note toward the camera.
“‘Help us, please.’ Nice chance.”
“What is it?”
“Straight-up summons help. Lucky—not a total bust. Though not top-tier either.”
The Tiramisu members blinked.
No clue what Heo Gwang-su meant.
Only Nam Hee-gyu, trailing with staff, nodded knowingly.
He’d clocked the chance’s trick instantly.
“How’s it work?”
“Easy. Chant the note’s phrase verbatim.”
“Here?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, wait—?”
Leader Green Hye-jeong’s eyes sparkled.
She’d finally caught on.
Heo Gwang-su smiled slyly.
“Chant it—you’ll see.”
“One, two, three! Help us…….”
“Please!”
Hunger trumped embarrassment.
Tiramisu belted it out desperately.
Full vocal power, like practice.
“Go—now!”
“Ah, okay.”
Their shout barely ended when the assistant director shoved Woo Ji-hyun and the writers forward.
The four shuffled awkwardly toward Tiramisu.
Watching had been a blast, time flying—but facing the camera? All tensed up.
Woo Ji-hyun, though, strolled over with his signature cynicism.
“You’ve worked hard.”
“So tough. Sob sob!”
“But not sure we’ll help.”
Tiramisu had gotten a quick briefing on the shoot, but the writers? Clueless.
So Woo Ji-hyun cracked an awkward smile.
“Even a blank sheet’s better held together, right? Might improve things?”
“Could backfire.”
“Pft!”
Woo Ji-hyun nodded at his frozen-solid brothers.
Unlike his easy opener, Lee Jang-hu and the rest kept heads down, eyes averted.
First time meeting girls this cute, charming, and pretty—they were wrecked.
“You know us roughly?”
“Yeah—oppa best of all.”
“Oppa’s grateful. Could’ve gone with uncle, no stretch.”
“Nah. Eight years? Uncle? Producers have oppas twenty years older.”
Woo Ji-hyun nodded fast.
Fair point—eight years wasn’t huge.
Instead, he eyed Heo Gwang-su for his stiff brothers.
“How do we help?”
“Simple rule. Same luck game. But you stake equal to their chance.”
“Chance for chance?”
“You drew ‘help us.’ Not ‘feed us’ or ‘buy lunch.’”
“So we can say no?”
Heo Gwang-su grinned at Woo Ji-hyun nailing the crux.
Tiramisu’s faces drained pale.
“Yep. Asking doesn’t mean we have to.”
Grab!
A hand clamped his arm hard the instant he finished.
Snatched beast-like.
Glutton queen Black Jeong-in rushed up, clutching desperately.
Hilariously, the others piled on.
“Please don’t refuse.”
“We’re starving…….”
“Skipped breakfast. Manager oppa rushed us post-wakeup for the shop.”
Black Jeong-in led; Red A-jin and Pink Si-ha teared up pleading.
They sensed refusing Woo Ji-hyun meant starving till dinner.
“No worries. Brothers’ll help.”
“O-Of course!”
“Anything! We’re game!”
“Can even dive in!”
“Not me.”
Woo Ji-hyun eyed his brothers, shaking his head firm at the last.
Little-sister vibes made him want to spoil them—but ocean plunge? Nah.
Heo Gwang-su’s eyes lit at Kang Woo-hyuk’s words.
“Thanks!”
“Words alone感動!”
“Uhhehehe!”
Tiramisu’s stares melted the brothers into dopey grins.
Pure bliss.
Woo Ji-hyun eyed the scene, thinking the shoot might get tricky.
“What do we stake?”
“Dead simple. Your lunches.”
“Lunch for lunch?”
“Bingo.”
“Pirate roulette again?”
Woo Ji-hyun glanced at the floor toys.
Redoing it seemed fine by him.
“We’ll give options. Others prepped.”
“Like what?”
“Classic chopstick draw.”
“One shot each?”
“First round—one per five of you. Tough though. Hehe!”
Heo Gwang-su’s smile turned wicked.
Woo Ji-hyun got why soon enough.
The tub brimmed with wooden chopsticks—packed tight, no lie.
“Whoa. Odds are brutal.”
“One in there?”
Lee Jang-hu and Park Seong-il gawked, appalled.
Heo Gwang-su just nodded, smirking silent.
“Can’t eat but top-shelf. Draw anyway. All-in on luck.”
“Other game better?”
“Think so? Probability’s king. Winners win, losers lose—game doesn’t matter.”
Woo Ji-hyun frowned skeptical at Lee Jang-hu.
Production wouldn’t rig favors in alternatives.
Spot-on hunch.
“Life’s all luck!”
“Let’s roll!”
No more waffling—Kim Seon-woo and Kang Woo-hyuk marched to the tub.
And fell gloriously.
Both yanked X-marked duds, faces hollow.
“I’ll be the hero!”
“Dream on—hero’s me!”
Brothers’ flops confirmed, Park Seong-il and Lee Jang-hu strutted bold.
Fresh off witnessing fails, they eyed chopsticks ultra-careful.
Then snagged one each.
“Reveal!”
“Hap!”
“Yaap!”
Max caution—they yanked in sync.
Alas, identical flops to the first pair.
“Ugh…….”
“Another fail…….”
Tiramisu’s faces darkened sync.
One success from four? Nah—all busts.
They sighed like the sky caving.
“One left.”
“Too soon to quit.”
Leader first, Green Hye-jeong rallied spirits.
Not total loss yet.
Baseball wisdom: Ninth bottom, two outs—that’s game start.
“Hmm.”
“Solo now. Killer visual—contestants starving meal one?”
“Not set yet.”
“Hehe! Draw.”
Heo Gwang-su smirked like he’d won.
Woo Ji-hyun saw different.
Nothing locked.
Thud!