From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show - Chapter 729: Mr. Clean? You’re Crazy!

A loud ringing sound echoed in June’s mind after Jangmoon said those words.

“The bald janitor,” June insisted. “He was the one who left his supplies in the main hall during the livestreaming mission.”

“Nah, it was always there in case of emergencies,” Jay chimed.

June shook his head. “No, it was not. The janitor always made sure that everything was in place. He was the reason why I became viral in the first place. If it weren’t for that livestream, most people wouldn’t have been so intrigued.”

“That—I do agree with. However, I still do not see what the janitor has to do with any of this. You were the one who thought of doing a toilet livestream in the first place,” Jangmoon said.

“I know,” June impatiently sighed. “But I wouldn’t have done it without him. He was also the one who helped me escape from a lot of trouble. He helped me gather evidence against the guys who tried to sabotage my reputation. He was also the one who taught me how to be cute and all!”

“Dang, this janitor has a lot of roles in your life,” Jay said. “What’s his name? I might be familiar with his name but not his looks.”

June let out a deep breath before speaking.

“Mr. Klin.”

The two of them were silent for a while before they burst into full-blown laughter.

June clicked his tongue and massaged his nose bridge.

“I knew the two of you would react like this,” he sighed.

“Mr. Clean?” Jay asked, his eyes filled with tears. “You’re messing with us, right?”

“I’m not!” June exclaimed. “His name was really Mr. Klin. His last name is Ing.”

Jangmoon and Jay turned to each other with wide eyes.

“Klin Ing? Cleaning?” Jangmoon muttered, piecing his name together before bursting into laughter once again.

“Goodness,” he said, slapping his knees. “I forgot how funny you were.”

June sighed and stood from the couch, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I’m being serious,” he deadpanned, causing the two to stop talking.

They looked at June’s expression and realized that he was, indeed, being serious.

“Oh,” Jangmoon said, clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “I guess we’re not joking.”

“We aren’t,” June said, feeling frustrated. “Why is it that you’ve never met him when he was everywhere?”

“Was he in the finale?” Jangmoon asked.

“No,” June said. “He got fired in the middle of the show because of some issues.”

“Fired?” Jay asked, perking up. “Oh, you mean Mr. Ian? The semi-bald guy who got fired in the middle of the show for leaving a camera inside the cleaning room?”

June froze, unable to move.

Then, he slowly craned his neck to the two of them.

“Mr. Ian?” June asked.

“Ah, that guy!” Jangmoon exclaimed. “He was pretty weird, and I didn’t see him a lot, but I remember him now. Maybe he was messing with you when he said that his name was Mr. Klin.”

June frowned before shaking his head. “No,” he muttered. “It can’t be.”

With that, he suddenly burst into a sprint.

“June!” Jay exclaimed, in shock at what June had just done.

Jangmoon, too, frowned in confusion.

“What the heck is happening?” he asked.

Jangmoon scratched the back of his head. “I also don’t know. But you should probably go after him.”

“Ah, right,” Jay said, standing from the couch and running after June.

However, as he peeked his head outside, he couldn’t catch a glimpse of the handsome idol.

Meanwhile, June ran to the place where Mr. Klin used to hide all the time.

The janitor’s closet.

He was breathless as he sprinted there.

Then, he opened the door without any hesitation.

He rummaged through the bins, drawers, and shelves—looking for something…anything that would point to the existence of Mr. Klin.

“Please,” June muttered. “Anything….just anything.”

Just then, someone spoke from behind him, causing him to turn around.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

The janitor’s eyes widened when he saw who was in front of him.

“Oh,” he muttered. “It’s you, Mentor June.”

The janitor looked away, finding June too dazzling to look at. Even in the dark closet, he managed to look unexplainably handsome.

“Do you need something?” the janitor asked.

June pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

“I remember you,” June said, making the janitor surprised.

“Oh,” he said. “Have we met before?”

“We have. You gave me the letter of the janitor who got fired.”

The janitor’s eyes widened in recognition, and at that moment, a spark of hope lit up inside June’s heart.

So, he wasn’t crazy after all.

“I remember you now,” the janitor smiled. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I didn’t realize that it was you, Mentor June.”

“You have?” June asked.

“Yes,” the janitor nodded. “You never got around to taking that letter, so I was wondering if you still needed it.”

June frowned once more.

Did he just jump to conclusions?

“What do you mean?” June asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The janitor hummed and went through a locked drawer. “I believe I still have it here,” he muttered. “Ah, there it is! This one. I think this is the letter you were pertaining to.”

“You left very quickly after taking a random piece of paper, so I was worried if you really got what you wanted.”

The frown didn’t leave June’s face as he grabbed the piece of paper from the janitor’s hand.

He stared at it for a few seconds, unopened.

He definitely received a letter. He even read one, too.

How could the janitor say that he had never received it?

With a determined gaze, he finally opened the piece of paper, ready to unravel its contents.

The janitor also peered over his shoulders, anticipating the grand reveal.

As the paper was fully unfolded, two words stared right back at June.

The janitor looked at the two words with raised eyebrows, covering his mouth to stifle the chuckle that threatened to come out from his lips.

“Fuck Azure?” the janitor asked.

“Dang, Ian was really a crazy janitor.”

“Ian,” June muttered. “What about Mr. Klin?”

“Mr. Klin?” the janitor asked with a frown. “Who’s that?”

“I met the past janitors before I was hired, and there was never a Mr. Klin.”

June dropped the paper on the ground, feeling like he was being struck by lightning.

However, he couldn’t believe anything just yet.

Mr. Klin was real…

…and there was one more person who could help him prove that.