Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Once Again, Writer
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Not only the cast but the entire production crew turned to stare at Woo Ji-hyun.
Everyone's eyes were on him because his choice would determine the outcome of the chance draw.
Yet despite all the attention, Woo Ji-hyun didn't seem tense at all.
With his usual calm expression, he unhesitatingly picked up one wooden chopstick.
Gulp!
The Tiramisu members swallowed hard as he grabbed the stick without a moment's hesitation, almost like he was picking carelessly.
The drawing on the end of that chopstick would decide everything.
That's why the Tiramisu members clasped their hands together and stared intently at Woo Ji-hyun.
Sloooowly.
Whether it was some self-imposed slow motion or everyone's intense focus, the chopstick slowly emerged from the container.
The moment a black circle—not an X—appeared at the end, the Tiramisu members screamed.
They let out cheers that could burst their throats.
“Kyaaah!”
“We did it! We get to eat!”
“Ji-hyun oppaaa!”
Woo Ji-hyun, with his signature cool expression, checked the end of the chopstick he'd drawn and flashed a grin at the camera.
Then, as if to confirm it for everyone, he held it up toward the lens.
“It, it's a success.”
“And just so we're clear, we can order whatever we want, right?”
“Huh?”
“Come on. I know the food budget's plenty generous. Q&D Management isn't the type to nitpick over meals anyway. So we'll eat our fill.”
Woo Ji-hyun smirked, savoring Heo Kwang-soo's flustered expression.
There weren't enough people to warrant a meal truck, so lunch at a restaurant was obvious.
That's why he'd struck first.
“Oppa, you're so cool!”
“Aja! Let's stuff ourselves!”
“Heh heh heh…”
Heo Kwang-soo had no choice but to let out a defeated laugh at the Tiramisu members' unbridled joy—it would've been awkward to say no.
Of course, it was really all because of Woo Ji-hyun.
He saw right through everything, leaving nothing to say.
“Hyung!”
“Jackpot! How'd you nail the one good one?”
“I'm the guy chosen by the gods. A man with that one-shot luck.”
After the Tiramisu members, his younger brothers rushed over.
They even tried to hoist him up like they were about to toss him in the air.
Thud! Thump!
But unfortunately, they failed.
Woo Ji-hyun had brushed off all their arms with dazzling hand speed.
“Huh?”
“Wow, hyung's hands are insanely fast. Must be the writer in you?”
“Don't even think about it. You think I don't know you're planning to ruin my clothes while you're at it?”
Lee Jang-hu looked guilty.
He hadn't expected Woo Ji-hyun to read his intentions so perfectly.
“W-what are you talking about? I never even thought of that, hyung!”
“Then why're you stuttering?”
“Hahaha!”
Lee Jang-hu laughed it off heartily.
But his feet were inching backward.
He was instinctively retreating from Woo Ji-hyun's sharp gaze.
“Let's go eat!”
“Lunch time! It's past 2 already!”
While Woo Ji-hyun bickered with Lee Jang-hu, the Tiramisu members scattered, shouting.
They'd skipped breakfast, and time had flown by with the games—honestly, their stomachs were practically glued to their backs.
Plus, the staff needed to eat too, so Heo Kwang-soo paused filming and they headed to the nearby restaurant he'd reserved in advance.
From then on, Tiramisu and the writers hunted for hints together.
They bustled around Ganghwa Island, searching for clues the production team had hidden, all for the evening mission.
And the dynamic wasn't half bad.
The four who'd started out awkward and tense grew comfortable with the Tiramisu members as time passed and conversations flowed.
Naturally, Woo Ji-hyun played the bridge.
He'd stepped up for his shy younger brothers.
Filming, which had started at 9 a.m., dragged on until dusk.
Excluding lunch, the cameras—three of them—never stopped rolling.
So neither the Tiramisu members nor Woo Ji-hyun and the writers could relax for a second.
“Isn't it about dinner time?”
Woo Ji-hyun glanced at Heo Kwang-soo as the sun hovered just before sunset.
His brothers naturally checked their watches too.
In the frenzy of filming, it was already past 5 p.m.
“We ate lunch way past 2, so isn't dinner a bit early?”
“I'm just saying it 'cause I figure you won't feed us anyway.”
“Hahaha!”
Still, after spending the whole day together, Woo Ji-hyun spoke casually.
Heo Kwang-soo had a surprisingly laid-back personality, despite his bandit-like looks.
But because of his face, no one else on set felt comfortable around him yet.
“I'd love to feed you if I could.”
“Of course not. We can't skip the fun. Not with writers here—we need more than just missions and quizzes.”
“Honestly, I didn't expect it'd be this grueling.”
Woo Ji-hyun's gaze shifted to Kang Taek-jin and Yeo Woo-jin nearby.
The two hurriedly averted their eyes.
All the writers' hardships were their doing.
“But it was fun in its own way, right? An experience you couldn't get normally.”
“I've had plenty of novel experiences in the military, director.”
“Puhahaha! Right, all five of you are veterans?”
“Surprisingly.”
Heo Kwang-soo burst out laughing again.
Woo Ji-hyun wasn't the funny type, but he had that punch.
Sharp quips now and then.
“Being healthy is a blessing. Thanks to that, you climbed trees and dug dirt today. Only possible when you're fit. Past forty, you can't even if you want to.”
“Not sure it's just age?”
“Pfft!”
At Woo Ji-hyun's words, the Tiramisu members' eyes went straight to Heo Kwang-soo's beer belly.
She got the implication instantly.
“Ahem! Anyway, let me explain the dinner game.”
“Another game?”
“Exhausted…”
His brothers, who'd hoped for a cozy island date with trainee idols, sighed deeply.
After hunting hints all day and playing production-team “bets” in between, the word “game” alone made them flinch.
But surprisingly, the Tiramisu members showed no fatigue, focusing intently on Heo Kwang-soo.
They approached filming with the mindset of prepping for post-debut variety shows, never letting their guard down.
“Lucky draw again?”
“That'd be boring. We did it at lunch. So dinner's something different. Perfect number of people, too.”
“Basketball?”
“Correct!”
With five people, Woo Ji-hyun instinctively thought of one sport.
The assistant director tossed a basketball at him like he'd been waiting.
“Hold on. No sixth man, just straight basketball?”
“Why not? We've got two right here.”
“Heh heh heh.”
Woo Ji-hyun, Lee Jang-hu, and the brothers all let out hollow laughs.
Heo Kwang-soo's gaze was on the ever-virtuous Kang Taek-jin and Yeo Woo-jin.
Both well over forty, to boot.
Hell, when was the last time they played?
“Lucky draw sounds better.”
“Come on, no whining before we try. Gotta see who's got the edge.”
“Foot volleyball might be fairer.”
Handball or whatever, it was all the same to Woo Ji-hyun.
But foot volleyball meant less running, so maybe a shot—less activity for the stamina-weak writers.
He knew exactly how it'd end if they had to hustle in basketball.
But Heo Kwang-soo was firm.
“Sorry, no foot volleyball ball. No soccer ball either. All we've got is the basketball you have, writer Woo.”
“Um.”
That's when Hye-jeong, who'd been quietly watching, raised her hand.
It was adorable.
Like a high schooler asking the teacher a question.
“Go ahead, Hye-jeong.”
“Can we use a chance?”
“Of course. But we've barely done half the shoot—second chance already? Maybe think it over more carefully?”
“Now I wanna use it even more.”
Heo Kwang-soo looked baffled.
After hours with the writers, her speech had shifted a bit.
Especially that glint in her eye—it was a dead ringer for Woo Ji-hyun's beside her.
“And there's another blind spot. They might have ex-athletes. We're total civilians, but what if there's a high school—or middle school—basketball player?”
Flinch!
The assistant director twitched involuntarily.
Heo Kwang-soo stood unfazed, but the AD's reaction said it all.
Woo Ji-hyun, Hye-jeong, and Jeong-in's eyes sharpened.
“Oppa’s right. The AD just flinched.”
“See? I smelled it from the setup.”
“Hahaha…”
“Ex-athletes aren't fair play, you know? Lucky draw or nothing—that's fairer.”
“Or use the chance. Save one just in case?”
Leader Hye-jeong picked up seamlessly.
No way they'd play dumb now that they suspected.
Other options existed, too.
“Getting sharp, huh?”
“Hehehe! I'm relaxed now.”
“Keep that energy.”
“Team up and strike?”
“Yeah.”
Woo Ji-hyun absentmindedly patted Hye-jeong's head.
A little-sister vibe triggered the habit.
He flinched realizing it late, but Hye-jeong was unfazed.
“Uh, fine. No ex-athletes.”
“How many'd you bring?”
“Two. Three felt too much.”
“Minimal conscience, then.”
Woo Ji-hyun smirked—less than half.
But the Tiramisu members shot Heo Kwang-soo disbelieving looks.
They might not know sports, but they'd heard athletes crushed civilians.
“You didn't think two was plenty?”
“Hahaha, no way…”
Lee Jang-hu glared suspiciously.
Funny thing: Heo Kwang-soo dodged his eyes.
“What's the plan?”