From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Chapter 919: Go Live

Chapter 919: Go Live

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"What kind of path is this?" June exclaimed as they arrived at what seemed to be a manmade forest.

"I snuck out!" Minjun exclaimed. "And you're broke now, so we both don't have cars."

June clicked his tongue. "I'm not broke. I still have a lot of money. I am, however,

unemployed."

"Well, if this keeps up, you're going to be broke very soon. So, hurry up. We're almost there!"

June sighed and followed after the younger boy.

"There," Minjun exclaimed. "We're finally here."

June sighed in relief. "Finally-"

His words were caught in the back of his throat when he saw the house before him.

He stood there with his mouth agape, not being able to move his feet.

Minjun sensed his hesitation, so he turned around, only to see June gaping at their house.

He clicked his tongue. "Hurry up!"

June didn't move. Instead, he covered his mouth as he took it all in.

"This is better than our dorm," he muttered.

"A lot of things are better than your dorm," Minjun deadpanned. "Now, come on. I don't want the search dogs to be released."

"Search dogs?" June exclaimed, his voice breaking at the end of the statement.

Minjun sighed and held onto June's hand, dragging him inside their gates. It was cornea- activated, which amazed June even more.

"Y-you're so rich," June muttered.

Minjun shrugged with a smile. "It's no big deal," he boasted.

Minjun quickly closed the gates and led June inside. He could see some of their workers already going to where their search dog were.

"I'm here!" he quickly announced. "No need to bring out the Cane Corso!"

The workers sighed in relief. "Young master, where have you been?"

They were about to go near him, but they saw who he was with, making them halt.

June stopped for a moment and bowed at the waist.

"Thank you for having me," he said, his voice filled with respect.

The workers glanced at each other as Minjun dragged June to their house.

"I'm home!" he announced.

The maids all scrambled to greet him at the door.

"Young master! We were worried," one of them said. Then, they noticed June's presence and immediately stepped back.

June bowed once more, repeating his greeting.

Minjun smiled as he nudged June's shoulder.

"This is my older brother!" he exclaimed. "We're going to be filming something in my room,

so don't make any noise, alright? We're going to save his dying career!"

June shook his head and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"We'll be quick," he prefaced.

The maids were still hesitant until the oldest one stepped forward.

"Young master," she softly said. "I don't think Ms. Lena would appreciate his presence."

"I know. I know," Minjun said. "But my mom's busy, right? She's out on a date. June is going to leave before she comes home. There won't be a problem!" he assured.

However, even with his assurance, they were still hesitant to let June inside.

June pursed his lips. "Perhaps, is it because of what's happening—"

The oldest maid quickly cut him off.

"It isn't," she said with a small smile. "Minjun talks about you frequently, and in those stories, we can tell that you're a good person. Besides, I think there is way too little proof for us to believe in it."

"It just blew out of proportion because you're a really big star. Aside from that, you're not getting much support from your company-they've practically abandoned you," she muttered.

"Woah," Minjun said. "You shouldn't be here! You should be an analyst."

The maid chuckled and placed her frail hand on June's shoulder.

"Anyway, you are welcome here. If young master believes in you, then we do, too. However, we're just worried about Ms. Lena. She's really not fond of you."

June chuckled, feeling touched by their support.

"Yeah, I am aware," he muttered. "However, it would be really quick. I don't have any other place to go to."

The maid sighed and finally nodded.

"Alright," she muttered. "However, for good measures, I think you need to leave after lunch. Ms. Lena said she'd be home by the afternoon, so we just want to make sure."

June nodded with a smile. "Thank you. It's a great help."

"It's nothing," she said. "Now go. You don't have much time."

"Let's go!" Minjun happily exclaimed as he dragged June to his room. As soon as they entered, there was a smug look on his face.

Once again, June was amazed by the sheer richness of the young guy.

"Goodness," he muttered. "Are you Tony Spark's son or something? Why do you have so many good-quality figurines?"

"Don't touch them!" Minjun exclaimed when June attempted to stroke the biggest one.

June clicked his tongue. "Dang, I can't believe I'm even less important than the figurine."

Minjun rolled his eyes. "Just get over here," he said, already setting up June's phone for the livestream.

"What about my account?" June asked.

"I've already retrieved it," Minjun said.

June's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Already?"

"What do you think of me?" Minjun scoffed. "This is a piece of cake."

"Alright, everything's good now," he continued. "Sit there."

June nodded and sat on Minjun's chair.

"Do I look okay?" June asked.

Minjun crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Do you even have to ask that? Or do you want me to put concealer on your lips and red eyeshadow below your eyes and on the tip of your

nose to make it look like you deeply regret what you've done?"

June clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I shouldn't have asked."

"Damn right!" Minjun exclaimed. "You know that you always look good. Besides, you

shouldn't look guilty. It's not like you really did the crime."

June couldn't help but smirk. However, he turned serious as soon as Minjun's finger hovered

above the 'go live' button.

"Are you ready? Or do you need a script?" Minjun asked.

June shook his head. At first, he felt hesitant since he might stumble with his words. However,

he didn't want to come out as scripted. He wanted to be as transparent as possible.

With that, he nodded.

"I'm ready."

Minjun nodded with him, pressing the 'go live' button.