From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show - Chapter 688: The Daily Stress of a Fangirl

“It’s open!”

The computer shop was engulfed in chaos as numerous astras tried to secure their tickets for EVE’s one-day mini-concert.

Most of them wanted to curse Azure out loud, wondering why EVE was given such a small venue in proportion to the popularity that they had, but they stayed quiet in case the divine beings of the world heard them and decided to punish them for having unholy mouths.

Bora, on the other hand, didn’t care about such divine beings.

“They should have made them perform in Jamsil Stadium instead!” she exclaimed.

“Those humpty-dumpty looking bastards don’t know what they’re doing!”

Jia turned to Bora with raised eyebrows.

“Jamsil Stadium has a 70 thousand-person capacity, and this is a mini-concert,” she deadpanned.

“And so?” Bora asked. “Then, we wouldn’t have to fight so much for the tickets. Who cares if it’s a 70-thousand-capacity venue? EVE could probably sell it out with the amount of fans they have in Korea all alone.”

“Even grimy little kids want to go to their concert,” she gestured to the little girls behind them, being accompanied by their mothers.

The mothers turned to Bora with raised eyebrows, but the blunt girl didn’t seem to care.

As a result, Jia bowed her head and apologized on her behalf.

Then, she shook her head.

“You’re right,” Jia said. “I can’t believe we’re here instead of preparing for our graduation.”

Bora clicked her tongue. “It’s going to start in ten seconds!”

Jia put her game face on as she faced the computer, her hand hovering above the mouse.

“3…2…1,” she muttered before clicking the link.

The screen loaded, with the line seemingly going at a turtle’s pace.

“Come on,” she said in frustration as it took her a full minute before she arrived at the site.

Just then, the site finally loaded, her eyes brightening as a new pop-up appeared.

However, her smile quickly dropped when she saw what was written on the pop-up.

‘You are now in the queue to enter the site.’

‘Number of people before you: 134,567’

‘Estimated time of arrival: 72 hours’

She sat there for a second, wondering where it all went wrong.

Jia always managed to get good tickets to see EVE—from their performances in Rising Stars to their music shows!

However, it seemed like she had used all her luck for those events, leaving none for their very first mini-concert.

“It’s over,” she whispered.

Then, she turned to her friends, who seemed to be in a similar state to her.

“What’s your queue number?” she asked, hope still filling her heart.

“90,000,” Bora absent-mindedly said.

“180,000,” Nari muttered.

“75,000,” Soomin sighed dejectedly.

“It’s over,” they said in unison.

Then, they heard victorious screams from behind them, causing them to turn around.

“Yay, we got front seats!” the little girl, not older than 6th grade, exclaimed.

“What the fuck? How could these kids who haven’t even gone through puberty get tickets?” Bora exclaimed, causing their mothers to glare at them once again.

However, this time, Jia didn’t bother to apologize.

Those tickets should have gone to them instead.

Meanwhile, in the luxurious apartment in Seoul, Mimi managed to convince Nico to help her secure tickets for the mini-concert.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “Aren’t you friends with him?”

Nico’s eyes narrowed when he remembered that June was the reason why all of his members saw his schlong out in the open.

“No way,” he said, almost disgusted. “I don’t like that guy.”

“But you like me, right?” she asked, blinking her eyes up at her boyfriend.

Nico pursed his lips. It was unfair! She knew he was a sucker for that look!

After looking at her for a while, Nico finally sighed.

“Fine!” he exclaimed. “What do I need to do?”

“Just click on the link that I sent you. Then, once it loads, we’ll get to see our queuing number.”

Nico sighed in frustration as he clicked on the link.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait for a while since it loaded right away.

“Oh, shocks,” Mimi muttered disappointedly. “I have 120,000 as my queue number. I just don’t have any luck with this.”

She was dejected that she couldn’t see EVE. However, Mimi was also amazed to see that over a hundred thousand people actually attempted to get tickets for their mini-concert!

It wasn’t even a real concert just yet!

“I thought you said there would be a queue number,” Nico said.

Mimi frowned as she looked at her boyfriend. “There is,” she said. “Why? Is yours still not loading? Well, it happens sometimes. The site crashes when too many people are attempting to get into the site—”

Nico turned his phone toward her, causing Mimi to turn silent.

She looked at the site with wide eyes.

“What the heck?”

“You got in!”

Nico clicked his tongue since he couldn’t believe he had actually helped Mimi purchase the tickets to the concert that he didn’t want her to attend!

He was hoping that he would get a queue number above 100,000 so he could pretend it was a shame that he didn’t manage to help her.

However, EVE just couldn’t leave him alone, could they?

“Yay, I’m going to see June!” Mimi happily exclaimed.

Yet, seeing his girlfriend rejoice like she just won the lottery made Nico smile, too.

“You’re going with me,” Mimi said as she finally checked out the tickets.

Nico smiled in amusement. “I guess I am.”

Meanwhile, someone from Itaewon didn’t have the same luck as Nico.

“205,000?” Choi Pablo exclaimed in anger. “What is this shit? Why are there so many people ahead of me?”

Jenny turned to him in surprise. “Dang, my cousin’s that popular?”

Pablo sighed in frustration. “Maybe I shouldn’t have posted that photoshoot with June when he was still a trainee. Maybe then, I would have gatekept him until now.”

Jenny shook her head as she also arrived at the site. It was already late at night, but she still didn’t go home because her boss practically forced her to help him with the ticketing.

It wasn’t technically a part of her job description, but Pablo looked so pitiful that she decided to help.

“I’m 20,000 on the line,” Jenny said, causing Pablo’s eyes to widen in pleasant surprise.

“But there are only 8,000 tickets up for grabs,” she said, making him slump once again.

“So, you’re telling me that I won’t be able to watch their concert?” he exclaimed, falling to the ground in despair.

Jenny scratched the back of her head as she looked at her boss.

“Do you want me to ask June for free tickets?”

Pablo looked at her with desperate eyes. “Can you do that?”

Jenny pursed her lips since she wasn’t sure.

“Let me try,” she said, quickly texting June and anticipating his reply.

Jenny: Hey, can you give me two tickets for your mini-

concert.

Fortunately, June replied quite fast.

Rich cousin: No. You’ll sell it.

Jenny clicked her tongue in frustration. How come her cousin knew her so well?

She then turned to Pablo and shook her head.

“I’m sorry, bud. It looks like you’ll pass on this one.”

Choi Pablo lost a part of himself that night.