Ha Jae-gun, who was usually understated in his presence at the club, suddenly revealed a different side. His sharp gaze and the way he issued commands resembled that of a martial arts coach preparing his students for a major competition.
The sound of Cheol-Woong swallowing his nerves echoed in the otherwise silent room. Despite having practiced for the midday broadcasts and taken basic broadcasting lessons, the thought of his voice being heard throughout the school made him jittery. It felt worlds apart from merely reading a script in the classroom.
Creak.
The sound of the studio door opening startled everyone. Ryu Ji-ho entered and approached Cheol-woong, who was still grappling with his anxiety.
"Cheol-woong, turn off the microphone for now. Take a few deep breaths before you start reading the script. And don't forget to test the mic first," Ji-ho said softly.
