Superstar From Age 0

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: AgRoseCrystal

Chapter 567

“Baekgu! Sit!”

“Woof!”

Baekgu, who was excited by the snacks bought from the city, sat down in his spot. His eyes were round and bright, and his tail was wagging vigorously.

“Lie down!”

“Roll over!”

“Jump!”

Baekgu followed the commands of Hwang Doyoon and his seniors, lying down, rolling over, jumping, and pretending to be dead. 

The team members who were watching him clapped their hands without realizing it.

“He’s really smart, you know. When you told him to come to you earlier, he really found you.”

“I know, right?”

Seo-jun looked at Baekgu, who was eating the dog treats and wagging his tail happily. 

He wondered why he didn’t use this method sooner.

The [Fire] team also regained their energy.

They had a shortage of staff to work with, and they also had to take turns doing the chores at the lodge, such as cooking and laundry, so they were a bit tired. But thanks to Baekgu, they all seemed to get some strength.

“Then let’s go shoot now.”

At Hwang Ji-yoon’s words, the team members got up from their seats one by one. Baekgu, who was running around the yard, also followed the team members who were heading to the mansion.

“But we didn’t catch a cold at all this winter.”

“I always catch a cold every winter, too… And none of the team members are sick either.

No one slipped and got hurt, right?”

It was surprising that none of the thirty-two [Fire] team members were injured or sick, considering the snowy situation.

“Oh, you’re right. I always slip when it snows, but I never slipped here!”

“Me too. I was worried about breaking the camera.”

“…It makes me shudder just thinking about it.”

At Park Woo-jin’s words, the fourth-year student of the filming team shivered.

Seo-jun looked at the top of the fourth-year senior’s head.

While the other team members had slightly reduced white wool, the fourth-year senior had half of it gone. Considering that he had been participating in the filming as a filming team, it wouldn’t be a big accident, and it would probably be a misfortune of catching a cold or slipping. But it had already shrunk that much.

‘Then how many times did he fall?’

It might be one step, one slip.

Even now, he had just taken a step, but the wool had shrunk a little. It meant that he almost slipped again.

‘…I should give him a slip prevention ability later.’

Seo-jun thought so as he watched the fourth-year senior who almost fell five times on the way to the mansion.

***

As the [Fire] team entered the mansion, the chubby Baekgu went somewhere to play again, and the humanized ‘thing’ came running. 

And then he ran around happily among the team members he had played with the most when he was in the form of Baekgu. He seemed to be making a sound like ‘Wow!’.

Seo-jun smiled slightly and changed his clothes and headed to the makeup room.

“I’ll start with your right hand.”

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“Okay.”

The art team member placed Seo-jun’s right hand on the table and started to create wounds and scars with paint. Unlike the previous scene where he had exposed his arm up to the elbow, the part that was exposed in this scene was only his hand and wrist.

The art team member drew each wound and scar with concentration.

“It looks like a real wound that healed.”

“You don’t know how much research I did. I studied a lot, too. I watched the videos that the special makeup teams uploaded on YouTube. And the Hollywood Mirror team, too. The Escape Zombie makeup was really well done even now.”

Seo-jun smiled at the familiar name.

His right hand went down and his left hand went up. 

As the art team member’s brush passed by, more wounds and scars appeared. It was not as good as a professional, but it was a makeup that anyone would mistake if they glanced at it.

“I was worried if I could do it, but it seems to fit better than I thought. It’s fun.”

It was a different feeling from painting.

Not all students of Korea National University’s art department could live by doing art, so he thought it would be good to think about this side, too.

The makeup was finished and Seo-jun went outside.

The ‘thing’ that had learned what the humans were doing thanks to Seo-jun’s explanation found Seo-jun. His round eyes seemed to ask, ‘Are you ready?’. Seo-jun nodded his head and he exerted a little bit of power to pull the clothes of Hwang Ji-yoon next to him.

Hwang Ji-yoon, the director who was talking to the filming team, turned her head at the sudden feeling. Seo-jun, who had finished preparing, was coming out.

“Seo-jun. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s start filming right away.”

The ‘thing’ smiled proudly with a bright face.

***

“Ready, action!”

The new year had come, and January was almost over, but the painting tools did not arrive. Min-han sighed as he swept away the snow that had piled up more. He couldn’t nag Mr. Lee to bring them, because the people who used to visit once or twice a week didn’t come either.

He looked at the mansion gate that didn’t open again and sighed once more.

“They must be really busy.”

“They’ll come soon.”

Unlike Min-han, the young master was walking around the yard with a relaxed face. His hand was still trembling, but he seemed to have become more comfortable after removing the bandage.

Min-han, who was sweeping away the small snow with a broom, glanced at the young master’s hands. The hands full of wounds. He was worried about the white bandage, but he also felt sorry for the wounds.

He tried to pass by as calmly as possible so that the young master wouldn’t mind, but he couldn’t help thinking about the wounds on his hands.

He thought it was amazing that he did it to save someone else, but he felt resentful because that person was a stranger and the young master was someone he knew.

The young master smiled as if he knew Min-han’s heart.

“Young master! It’s cold. Come in now!”

Mr. Lee opened the door of the mansion and said.

That’s when it happened.

Thud! Thud!

There was a sound of knocking on the gate. It was faster and louder than usual.

It was a rare visit.

Did the painting tools arrive? Min-han brightened up and tried to move, but Mr. Lee walked quickly and said. He looked a bit stiff.

“Min-han. Take the young master inside.”

“Huh? Yes, yes.”

Min-han blinked his eyes and looked at the young master. The young master looked frozen.

“…Young master. Let’s go in.”

“…Yes.”

Min-han and the young master went inside the mansion, and as soon as they entered they went up to the second floor. The situation at the gate was visible from the second floor window.

“It’s the merchant who bought me the brush and the inkstone last time.”

“Ah.”

The person who knocked on the door was the big merchant who had bought Min-han a brush and an inkstone. He had seen him a few times, but he didn’t know if he couldn’t speak because he never heard his voice.

Mr. Lee, who seemed to be reading a paper he received from the merchant, asked him several times. 

The merchant nodded heavily. And he handed over something wrapped in a cloth. Min-han’s face brightened up in an instant.

“It must be the painting tools!”

Unlike Min-han, who was happy, the young master’s eyes did not leave Mr. Lee’s back.

***

Min-han didn’t know what to do.

The day the painting tools arrived.

The atmosphere of the mansion changed completely.

The young master, who used to go outside and walk around, locked himself in his room again, and Mr. Lee and Madam Go were busier than ever doing something.

They acted differently, but they seemed to have the same mind and thought.

But Min-han, who knew nothing, couldn’t join that flow. He only did what he usually did, bringing three meals a day to the young master, sweeping the yard, and helping with the chores.

He felt like he had become a nine-year-old kid.

It was like when he watched his older siblings go home at their parents’ call.

They were kind, but they treated him slightly like an outsider.

“But come to think of it, since I came here to work for a short time this winter…”

The young master would go back to Hanyang someday, and he would go back to the village when spring came and never enter this mansion again.

Then he would be alone again.

…A little.

No, a lot.

Very much.

Min-han felt lonely.

He swept the yard with a slightly gloomy expression, when

Thud! Thud!

There was a sound of knocking on the gate.

Mr. Lee had gone to the back mountain and Madam Go was busy, too. What should he do? He heard a fairly familiar voice as he was flustered.

“Mr. Lee! Is Mr. Lee not here?!”

It was the man who delivered the letters.

“Mr. Lee went to the back mountain!”

“Is that Min-han? I see. Then I’ll just give you this and go.”

“Uh, the gate, open the gate…”

He wanted to say, but he remembered the warning that Mr. Lee had given him. He said not to let anyone in when he was not there. He hesitated, and a voice shouted as if he didn’t care.

“No! That’s fine! Just throw it up! I’ll come back in a few days, so tell Mr. Lee to stay in the mansion!”

Before Min-han could say anything, a letter fell from above.

“Mr. Lee?!”

“I’m going now!”

He heard the sound of footsteps getting farther away. He quickly picked up the letter so that it wouldn’t get wet in the snow. He looked at the gate with a bewildered face.

…He didn’t know what was going on.

Min-han’s eyes turned to the letter. The light letter felt heavier than ever.

Was it here, too?

The fact that only the three of them knew.

…He shouldn’t do this, but his hand was reaching for the letter.

That day.

He couldn’t see the letter that came with the painting tools, and it stayed deep in his heart. He wanted to know what the three of them knew. And he wanted to help.

He had learned Hangul from the young master.

Min-han was confident that he could read the letter.

He swallowed his saliva and opened the envelope. A few thin papers came out. He looked at the paper with the longest writing on it.

“…is…the…of…and…”

He bit his tongue as he muttered.

Chinese characters, Chinese characters, and more Chinese characters!

He couldn’t read the letter full of Chinese characters that he hadn’t learned. He could only read the particles.

He hit his head on the gate.

“Cut! Okay!”

***

It was a night shoot after a long time.

“Let’s have sweet potatoes for dinner!”

“Wow!”

The team members who seemed more sincere about the dinner than the shooting quickly bought a box of sweet potatoes from the city. They also bought kimchi to eat with the sweet potatoes. The kimchi they had made was already gone.

“Baekgu, can we give him sweet potatoes?”

“I think it’s okay. Dogs get a lot of sweet potatoes, right?”

“But I heard that some dogs don’t like sweet potatoes…”

On the way to the mansion.

Baekgu, who was wagging his tail vigorously at the team members’ conversation, ran around. He seemed to be very excited. His butt was moving as much as his tail.

“The old man said that Baekgu likes sweet potatoes.”

He probably hadn’t eaten them before, but he seemed to like the sweet potatoes that were sweet. He ate the rice and side dishes that people ate well, too. He was a being that was not human, so he wouldn’t have any stomach problems.

“Oh, really?”

The team members brightened up at Seo-jun’s words. Woof! Baekgu barked happily.

“Then you have to wait here quietly today.”

“Can’t I go?”

Woof!

It was cold, so they took Baekgu inside the mansion. Of course, only to the entrance.

The team members who were needed for today’s shooting started preparing right away, and the actors changed their clothes, and the team members who had spare hands went to the modern kitchen inside the mansion and cut the sweet potatoes.

“Hose! Has anyone seen the hose?”

The background of the scene they were going to shoot today was a rainy day.

They couldn’t wait until it really rained, and it looked like it would snow rather than rain, so they planned to spray water like rain with a hose.

“Where’s the hose… Here it is.”

The prop team member scratched his chin with embarrassment at the hose under his feet. No, it really wasn’t there…

It was something that even ghosts would complain about, but when he thought about how his mom would find things at home, he understood.

‘It’s right here. Here! Look carefully!’

‘…No, it really wasn’t there when I looked…’

It was a scene that came to his mind very realistically. Come to think of it, he had a similar conversation when he packed his luggage for this stay.

He scratched his head and moved with the hose, and the ‘thing’ next to him shrugged his shoulders and smiled smugly.

Baekgu lying at the entrance, the ‘thing’ roaming around.

He seemed to have learned the clone technique by now.