Now I regret thinking about it
Nine had registered his contact information on my phone.
But since he was a national idol, I couldn't contact him casually.
As a result, the only communication I had with him using my phone was a single LINE message.
The content was also very simple.
I sent him a message saying, "I watched you on TV."
A few days later, I received only a "Thank you" in return.
It's not that I was expecting any further development.
That's what she intended but somewhere in the back of his mind, she was hoping for the opposite.
The fact that we had so much fun together probably had an effect on me.
I've never had that much fun with a boy about survival before.
Nusaibah hated that kind of thing.
"It's probably a bad idea to contact him..."
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One night right after summer vacation, I was at home in agony.
I'm lying on my back on the bed, staring at my phone.
What appears on the screen is a line message from Nine saying, "Thank you."
I wanted to say something to him, but I couldn't find the courage to do so.
It's because I don't want to be hated.
"Of course it's impossible to have anything to do with Nine when even Nepolian rejected me."
I told myself that and closed LINE.
At that moment, LINE came up with a "ping" notification.
I received a message from Nine.
"Can you come to the Peacock Hall at Hotel XXXXX at 6pm on September XX?"
It was written in a polite way.
Since the designated date is a holiday, getting there should be easy.
"Yes. I believe I can." I replied.
Since the other party used polite language, I did the same.
Nine quickly put a "read" mark on it and then added a "Roger!" stamp.
"Yes! I can see Nine again!"
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep.
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The day that Nine had set for us had arrived.
"Woah this Hotel is big..."
I arrived at the hotel he had specified.
From the entrance, it seemed to say, " Go home, small fry."
The cheap shirt and pants combination was obviously a mistake.
However, I didn't have any clothes that would be appropriate for this occasion.
Time was running out, and there was no turning back.
"Excuse me, where is the Peacock Hall?"
I ask the formally dressed female staff at the reception desk.
The lady looked at me as if to say, "You're kidding, right?"
But it was only for a moment, and soon the sales smile was put up.
"Take the escalator over there and--"
She explained everything in detail.
I glanced at the side of her face, and she was still wearing the words, "You're kidding, right?"
"Thank you very much."
I thanked the lady and then headed to the Peacock Hall.
"What on earth is this..."
There was a stupid amount of press inside the Peacock Hall.
The media is in a tight spot, saying let's avoid secrecy.
"You must be Nusaibah Radiat."
From behind me, I received a tap on the back.
When I turned around, I saw the intimidating black suit from some time ago.
His magnificent pecs, visible even through his clothing, are a symbol of fear.
Just looking at it made me shrink in fear.
"This way, please."
The black clothed man starts walking at a brisk pace.
If I ran away, I would be killed, so I obeyed quietly.
We walked through an area marked as off-limits except to those in charge.
Then, we stopped in front of a room.
There is a sign on the door that reads, "Mr.Nine korncid"
"Inside."
After saying that, the man in the black suit stopped moving.
"Can I come in?"
"Go ahead."