In This Life, The Greatest Star In The Universe-Chapter 179:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: Rxel

Chapter 179

People were interested in beautiful men and women all over the world.

After the morning news of TTS ended, related posts started to appear on Taiwan’s websites.

[Did anyone see the guy who was on TTS morning news today?]

The post had a screenshot of the interview.

He had a snow-white skin that shone alone in the middle of the night.

Deep eyes.

A young man with a perfect face sculpted by flawless angles smiled and spoke in a gif file.

The comments were explosive.

-Where did he come from with such beauty?

-Woo Jenmin? I’m going to search for him all over the country. Wait for me.

-His name suddenly sounds pretty too. Woo Jenmin.

-Is he trying to become a celebrity by showing up on TV first?

-He looks like a Korean actor. Did he get plastic surgery in Korea?

-If that face is the result of plastic surgery, I’m buying a ticket to Korea right now. Idiot.

The curiosity about the mysterious handsome man named ‘Woo Jenmin’ spread quickly on the web.

TTS News Bureau was bombarded with inquiries about who he was since morning.

“Who is Woo Jenmin? We only did an interview with him, so we don’t know the details. Yes, it’s a pseudonym.”

“Sorry. We don’t have any information about the person in the interview…”

But they didn’t have any better information than anyone else.

They just did an interview.

The staff who were bothered by phone calls all morning put down the receiver and wiped their sweat.

“This is crazy.”

“They’re going crazy over one interview scene. I keep getting calls from my friends who work in entertainment agencies. They’re asking me where he is.”

“Why?”

“They think he might show up again. They’re dying to get him.”

With a bitter smile, one of the news bureau staff who was surfing the web on his laptop said, “I don’t know who he is, but he’s definitely a hit. Soon his identity will be revealed, and the entertainment agencies will try to snatch him up.”

That was what everyone was thinking.

But when the name ‘Woo Jenmin’ appeared on the website’s search terms, the happening ended in a ridiculous way.

-Isn’t he a Korean celebrity?

Someone who recognized New Black commented.

At first, most people didn’t believe it.

-What are you talking about? A Korean celebrity?

But then evidence photos started to appear.

The scene of him looking at the camera at the end of a music show, various videos of him doing well on Korean broadcasts.

He had a bit more makeup on, but it was definitely him.

The people who were expecting a story of an unknown ordinary person who was discovered by a news scene were disappointed, but they soon accepted it.

-Ah. He’s a Taiwanese who works in Korea?

But that wasn’t it either.

According to the data someone posted, his father was a famous jazz pianist not only in Korea but also in the world.

A fan of New Black posted a message.

-I translated a post from the Korean fan cafe with a translator, and it said that Woojoo was taking a plane for the first time.

He had no connection with any foreign country, let alone overseas schedules.

People were more confused.

-What…? Is he a genius of language?

-I think it would be more convincing if he said he lived in Taiwan for a few years.

-I wish someone would ask him how he learned the language. I’ve never seen a Korean who speaks so well. It makes me want to study for the first time in a while.

The reaction was more friendly than when he was a mysterious Taiwanese.

And now that the question of who Woo Jenmin was was resolved.

The Taiwanese netizens were interested in something new.

-But why did he come to Taiwan?

At the same time.

The Soufflé who were waiting for the breadcrumbs of New Black who went to Taiwan received an unexpected breadcrumb.

-Woojoo…? Why are you there?

On the news screen with a lot of Chinese characters, Woojoo was smiling and answering the interview.

The initial shock was only for a moment.

When someone translated what had happened on the Taiwanese web, laughter erupted everywhere.

–??????Woojoo??????

-I doubted my eyes ????

-Oh my, my baby did well. His first overseas schedule was the news. But he came out as a local? A local…

-Woo Jenmin????

-How excited were the Taiwanese netizens?

-It’s even funnier when I imagine it????

-They thought he was a gem of their country, but he was a foreigner…☆

-I’m just proud???Our kid is amazing, now even the foreign kids know

-A cute 21-shem???? Why did he say he was 21 years old?

Soon, the Soufflés who gathered their meanings started to post ‘Woo Jenmin, 21 years old’ memes all over the place as sales articles.

After having a good laugh, the Soufflés were also swept away by a new curiosity.

-But how well did he speak that they mistook him for a local?

-Yeah. How did he do it…?

But that question didn’t last long.

-Well, how do you think he did it?

-I gave up on understanding our kid

-(Roughly, the content that Woojoo did Woojoo)

-?? Woojoo just did Jenmin as usual

-?????????

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-Now is not the time to do this, everyone, hurry up and spread this meme so that Woojoo can squirm with shame

-Let’s all fight together kyarruk

They were fans who were becoming more and more like their singer.

The recording of the TBC Patisserie Korea special started from dawn.

The daily cafe located on Yongkang Street had cameras set up inside and the cast members were busy preparing for the opening.

Patisserie Min Sejin was busy checking the ingredients carefully, and Park Jaewoo, the chef, assisted her.

The rest were in charge of odd jobs.

“I’ll put the chairs down here.”

“Can you put a flower on each table?”

“Fork! Fork!”

They worked hard to set up the tables and chairs neatly, and put a flower on top of them.

They also set up the cutlery like forks and spoons neatly on the napkins.

At first, they all did the same thing, but soon the work was divided.

“Junghyun Hyung, and Jiho, come over here.”

“Huh?”

“Why, Rihyuk?”

“Why? These people are really.”

As Junghyun and Jiho glanced at each other, Rihyuk blew up at the fork setting.

“Junghyun Hyung, who put the fork and spoon like that?”

“This doesn’t work?”

“…Hoo.”

Rihyuk, who took a deep breath and found peace of mind, soon glared at the youngest.

“And Jiho, who told you to fold the napkin like a crane?”

“I’m sorry…”

“You two do something that requires strength, not setting. Anything that requires you to use your fingers delicately is forbidden. Forbidden.”

The youngest bit his lips.

“I got it. But you don’t have to look at me with such a pathetic eye. I’m hurt.”

“Right. You’re hurt.”

As the camera turned its lens to the scene of him protesting the injustice, Woojoo joined in at the right timing.

“Rihyuk was too harsh. Our siblings are so delicate.”

“Right. We’re young.”

Rihyuk’s ears turned red as he stuttered.

“Well, I’m sorry if you were that hurt, but this is for the customers, you know. We have to make the interior look nice…”

“Wow. What a serious bug.”

Rihyuk’s face cracked.

The two idiots giggled and looked at each other.

“Actually, we weren’t hurt.”

“Right. We were kidding.”

Then they went to help the staff who were carrying the luggage. Rihyuk sighed, left alone.

Yoo Changhyun, the entertainer, teased him.

“I saw Rihyuk earlier and he was fierce. Does he always shoot fire from his mouth like that?”

“He can’t even talk.” Woojoo said with a smile, “He’s the best among us when it comes to cleaning and organizing. He’s really meticulous about hygiene and cleanliness.”

“Right, we joke that if Rihyuk opens a restaurant, we won’t have to worry about sanitation.”

Bijoo also nodded and added, making Rihyuk flare up.

“What are you talking about, I’m normal,” he said, wiping the window frame with his gloved finger and clicking his tongue at the black dust stuck at the end.

Yoo Changhyun admired him.

“He looks like a duty officer on weekends. He’ll do well in the army.”

“Right? He’ll get a lot of compliments for doing a good job.”

The veterans exchanged bitter smiles.

That was how much Rihyuk was running around.

“Put the table there, please. You have to leave a passage there to make it look nice. Yes, there.”

Every time his hand touched something, it changed like magic.

When they arrived at dawn, it was narrow and dusty, but now it was spotless and transformed.

The table arrangement that felt somehow spacious was a bonus.

“Truly a home doctor…”

Woojoo muttered to himself. He had thought his cleaning skills were extraordinary since Around the World With Dice…

“What are you mumbling about? Don’t stand there like a handsome pillar and throw this away for me.”

“Yes. I understand…”

Woojoo took the two bags of trash and swallowed his tears. It was the life of a leader with no authority.

When he came back after throwing away the trash, Bijoo hung a cute chick light bulb package on the wall above the neon sign that said ‘Cafe Sweet’.

Yoo Changhyun asked, “What’s that?”

“Oh, I saw it at the night market yesterday and thought it would look pretty in the cafe.”

“That’s true. It adds to the atmosphere.”

It really did.

If Rihyuk had meticulously cleaned the dust off the cafe, Bijoo had added color to it with his interior design.

Of course, this transformation was made possible by the labor of those who suffered underneath.

“Hyung, hang that picture a little more this way, please.”

“Like this?”

“It looks a little crooked. If you tilt it 15 degrees to the left, it should look straight.”

Bijoo smiled brightly and bossed Woojoo and Junghyun around.

“Oh my, when did it change like this?”

The result was impressive enough that Park Jaewoo, the chef, and Min Sejin, the pastry chef, thanked the weak line.

The other three sucked in the chocolate they ate when they ran out of energy, with dumbfounded expressions.

“…The bear does the work and the king gets the money.”

“Right. I’m a king, but why can’t I get paid?”

“Huh? Don’t we get paid for appearing?”

It felt like seeing someone else get praised for making something they made.

Woojoo thought of the history textbook that only mentioned which king’s era the cultural heritage was from, without the name of the craftsman.

“Let’s change clothes.”

They changed into white shirts and black pants, like serving part-timers.

They all put their hands together and shouted ‘Fighting!’ after dressing up.

Min Sejin, the pastry chef, swallowed her saliva and said, “…Will a lot of people come?”

The opening time was 10 a.m.

Everything was ready, and all that was left was the customers.

They were feeling nervous.

They handed out flyers to people on the street yesterday, asking them to come, but they wondered how many would show up.

Yoo Changhyun made a remark.

“I read a quote from a book. It said that if you wish hard enough, the universe will listen. Woojoo, how many customers do you think will come today?”

“…What?”

What was with this change of topic?

The camera turned to Woojoo. Everyone laughed as they saw him staring blankly.

Yoo Changhyun asked Woojoo, “How many do you think will come, today?”

Woojoo also smiled and answered.

“Well, this is kind of a superstition, but we have our own way of checking if today’s event will be a hit or not.”

“Really?”

“Our Junghyun is the Pelé of the idol world. He predicts everything backwards. If he says he has a good feeling, something always goes wrong.”

Their members joined in and told some stories that actually happened. Everyone looked at them with curious eyes.

“Really? Then, Junghyun, how many customers do you think will come today?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“See? This is a sign of success. When we got our first win on a music show, this guy also said he didn’t know.”

Everyone laughed and said that was not a prediction, but they kept a serious expression.

Park Jaewoo, the chef, joked, “Actually, you don’t have to worry. If there are no customers, just put these New Black guys in front of the store.”

He said that people would flock in like water. They all laughed at that.

“It’s about time.”

They all got up.

It was time to change the sign from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’ and lift up the blinds that were down.

Yoo Changhyun said, “Should I go outside and see if there are any customers waiting?”

He opened the door slightly and peeked outside. Woojoo looked at his back.

But his back stiffened.

“…”

He turned around and looked at them with a panicked face. He swallowed and said to them, “People.”

“People?”

“There are too many.”

“What?”

“They’re in line. You have to see this. Come on, let’s go out. They’re all chanting Wooz Wooz or something. It’s crazy.”

The others looked at Woojoo when he said ‘Wooz Wooz’, but Woojoo just shrugged.

What’s going on? Was the promotion yesterday that effective?

They grabbed the doorknob and opened it. Then they all stuck their heads out in order of height, from top to bottom.

“Woaaaaah-!”

Oh. What a surprise.

About a hundred people in line screamed.

At first, he thought they were their fans, but they were looking at Woojoo, who was stuck in between them.

They all pointed at Woojoo, making a fuss.

“It’s Woo Jenmin!”

“Is that the most handsome guy over there Woo Jenmin?”

“He looks even better in real life!”

…Who the hell was Woo Jenmin?

The customers came in like waves.

“Jenmin, please take the tangerine cake to table four!”

“Jenmin Hyung!”

“Jenmin, the customers here don’t speak English! Hurry up and help me explain the menu!”

And then Woojoo was renamed.

Jenmin. Jenmin-ah.

Every time he heard the echo in his ears, he shook his cheeks.

“I won’t answer if you keep calling me Jenmin.”

“Woo Jenmin~”

Yoo Changhyun teased Woojoo as he called him, and he turned to the customers with a bright smile.

“What can I do for you?”

The Taiwanese customers burst into laughter at the sight of him switching to a professional smile.

Woojoo didn’t know whether to thank or be sad about the morning news that introduced him as Woo Jenmin.

“Thanks to Woojoo, we’re doing great.”

Woojoo was happy that they had a lot of customers, as Chef Park Jaewoo praised him, but he was sad when he thought about the future.

He was already nervous and crazy when he thought about the data screen that would say ‘Woo Jenmin, 21 years old’ when he went on air.

Well. Fortunately, this was not even a black history anymore.

“Woojoo Hyung is twenty-one years old~”

“…Let’s talk after the broadcast.”

Then, Junghyun rapped ‘I want to be younger even by one year, so I lied about my age~ My age is twenty one’ and Woojoo was furious inside.

Then he went to the place where the customers called him with a bright smile.

Yeah. This was an opportunity.

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Woojoo smiled as he saw them enjoying themselves.

“Ingredients! We’re running out of ingredients, we need to get more!”

“Jiho, Jiho! The customers there want shaved ice, not cake!”

The daily cafe was a huge success.

People started lining up and flocking in as soon as the meme of Woo Jenmin spread by word of mouth.

The younger ones used the simple Chinese expressions he taught them to take orders skillfully, and the pastry chef and the chef showed amazing desserts.

The customers who liked their faces in the first place tasted the desserts and had ecstatic expressions.

“Hoo…”

Woojoo took a deep breath and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

It was busy and hectic, but it was a perfect business success as it was.

He was a little embarrassed, but he was happy to think that he had an influence on the success of this cafe.

“…?”

What was going on?

The PD who was behind the camera looked at the text and started to go into the kitchen with a serious face.

Yoo Changhyun’s face also hardened as he heard something.

Bijoo, who was busy serving, asked, “Hyung, what happened?”

“Just a minute, I’ll go and see.”

Woojoo went into the kitchen with the menu board on his side.

As he entered the dark door and the hot kitchen, he saw a shocking scene.

Chef Park Jaewoo kept asking ‘Are you okay?’ with a worried expression, and Patisserie Myung Sejin nodded with tears in her eyes.

The cameraman who was filming the whole situation also looked very embarrassed.

“What’s going on?”

Chef Park Jaewoo answered for Woojoo.

“This kid sprained her wrist badly while kneading the dough.”

“…What?”

There was a big accident in the kitchen.