I’m a Genius Idol but my Passive is Sunfish Chapter 85

To explain the current situation, we must go back about two hours.

 

“Duel!”

 

“What duel? It’s a fact that I was born seven months before you!”

 

Baekya felt wronged.

 

But isn’t it said that watching a fight is the most entertaining thing in the world, second only to watching a fire?

 

Because the excited members supported Cheong’s idea, a showdown to determine the real maknae of DASE was to take place in their new dorm.

 

“Cheongcheong, you’re dead meat.”

 

Baekya clenched his fist and quietly trembled with determination.

 

Initially, they intended to settle it with just a duel between Cheong and Baekya, but thanks to Yulmu and Yooyeon expressing their keen interest in participating, DASE was divided into two teams.

 

The captains of both teams picked members one by one through Rock Paper Scissors.

 

“I already won! I win!”

 

First, Cheong, the captain of the Blue Team (‘Cheong’ means blue). The members he picked were Yulmu and Yooyeon.

 

“Rock-paper-scissors, my ass!”

 

Baekya, the captain of the White Team (‘Baek’ means white), retorted in frustration. Having lost two consecutive rounds of Rock Paper Scissors, Baekya had no choice but to automatically team up with Jihan and Minseong.

 

“So what are the events?”

 

Minseong, who didn’t want to join but was forced into participating by the younger members’ insistence, asked indifferently.

 

But how could there be set events for a hastily decided duel? The Blue Team and White Team agreed to write down and submit three games each that they were confident in.

 

Divided into Room 1 with a Han River view and Room 2 with a Seoul Forest view, the Blue Team and White Team entered their strategy meetings.

 

First, here was the Blue Team’s situation.

 

“Since we are superior in terms of physique, let’s write down everything physical. Definitely physical combat.”

 

“Oh~ Yooyeon knows how to use his head a bit.”

 

“Let’s do it! But what’s ‘bathhouse battle’?”

 

The Blue Team was formulating a strategy to actively utilize their physical advantages. On the other hand, the White Team was planning the exact opposite strategy.

 

“Go for brain games. They’re a bunch of simpletons, so they’re bad at that kind of stuff.”

 

Minseong, the Zhuge Liang of the White Team, suggested the direction Baekya should take.

 

“Brain games?”

 

“Word chain, guessing words, initial consonant quiz. Write down these three.”

 

Jihan neatly organized it for Baekya, who was just holding the pen unsure of what to write.

 

After the given strategy time ended, both teams gathered in the living room again. The pot used for the roommate draw reappeared.

 

“Let’s do this fair and care.”

 

“You mean fair and square. Lean Korean.”

 

The tension between the two teams was already intense.

 

The DASE Real Maknae Showdown was best of three. The team that secured 2 wins first out of a total of three matches would be the final winner.

 

“Then we will select the first event~”

 

As always, Yulmu took charge of hosting the game. Jihan volunteered as the pot handler, assisting Yulmu by his side.

 

“I’ll let you off easy! You draw first.”

 

Cheong yielded the draw as if doing them a favor. Baekya, not refusing, took a deep breath and stuck his hand into the pot.

 

‘Please be what I wrote. Please.’

 

[Guessing Words]

 

“Yes!”

 

Baekya unfolded the paper and high-fived his team members in joy. Conversely, the Blue Team murmured, asking what kind of game that was.

 

“You know, that thing, similar to Twenty Questions. You stick a word on your forehead and ask questions to guess it.”

 

Minseong explained briefly.

 

“Then, players from both teams, please come forward.”

 

For a quick progression, they decided to send out one person each for the first round. Yooyeon from the Blue Team and Minseong from the White Team stepped forward respectively.

 

The two stuck post-it notes written by the opposing team on their foreheads. The members who checked the words erupted into boos.

 

“Come on~ That’s not right.”

 

“Hamster is cheating!”

 

The suggested word stuck on the forehead of Yooyeon, the Blue Team player, was <Sea Cucumber>.

 

“What? You guys crossed the line. How could you give hyung such a… such a….”

 

Baekya couldn’t even finish his sentence.

 

“For once, they used their brains.”

 

Jihan mumbled, looking at the word stuck on Minseong’s forehead. The White Team’s word written by the opposing team was <Fool>.

 

A battle between a Sea Cucumber and a Fool.

 

[ROUND 1 START]

 

“What is the occupation?”

 

The questioning started with Minseong. The leader’s eyes shone sharply as he observed his opponent closely.

 

“Occupation….”

 

Seeing ‘Fool’ stuck on his forehead, Yooyeon pondered for a moment. He eventually answered that there was none.

 

“Unemployed?”

 

“Highly likely. Bad at studying.”

 

Yooyeon answered somewhat honestly. Now it was his turn to ask.

 

“Is it alive or dead?”

 

Minseong stared intently at the ‘Sea Cucumber’ written on Yooyeon’s forehead. He looked like he was debating whether to call that thing dead or alive.

 

“Usually alive. But I haven’t actually seen one in person yet.”

 

“…Usually? Is that a smokescreen?”

 

It was a reasonably sharp question, but the first round of questions ended without gain for either team.

 

The second ping-pong followed.

 

“How many characters?”

 

“Two characters.”

 

Minseong chewed over ‘unemployed’ and ‘two characters’ in his mind.

 

“What is the appearance?”

 

Yooyeon’s question followed.

 

It was a bit comical to see him crossing his legs and asking seriously while having ‘Sea Cucumber’ stuck to his forehead.

 

“Pfft.”

 

“Uh-huh~ Warning over there.”

 

“Sorry.”

 

Baekya, who had burst out laughing, bit his lip trying to hold it in.

 

“It’s completely naked.”

 

“…Huh? Naked?”

 

“Yeah. It’s someone who doesn’t wear clothes often.”

 

Minseong answered nonchalantly without changing his expression. At that, Yulmu and Jihan finally burst out laughing too.

 

Since it wasn’t exactly wrong, it was ambiguous to give a warning. But suddenly, Yooyeon slapped his knee and shouted.

 

“Got it! I have a hunch!”

 

Seeing the opponent seemingly barking up the wrong tree, Minseong’s nostrils started to flare.

 

“Yeah, stay still~ Now, both of you can shout the answer only after the third question is finished.”

 

Yulmu covered Yooyeon’s mouth, pretending to explain the game rules.

 

Minseong’s voice continued.

 

“This is an insult, right?”

 

At the piercing question, Yooyeon’s eyebrows twitched. Seeing Cheong’s eyes widen slightly over his shoulder, it seemed Minseong had caught on as well.

 

“Okay. I got it.”

 

He quietly warned that if the word he was thinking of was correct, the three of them were in for it.

 

Yooyeon swallowed dry saliva and urgently spat out his question.

 

“W-What is its habitat!”

 

“It’s the sea, you punk.”

 

Minseong answered refreshingly without hesitation. On the other hand, Yooyeon was confused by the unexpected answer.

 

“Sea? The sea?”

 

Yooyeon, who was convinced it was an exhibitionist, had cold water thrown on him. In the meantime, Minseong raised his hand and shouted the answer.

 

“Answer! Fool.”

 

“Gosh!”

 

At Cheong’s genuinely surprised reaction, Minseong became certain. Extending his hand even before hearing Yulmu’s confirmation, he ripped the post-it off his forehead.

 

[Fool]

 

“You little…!”

 

Minseong lunged at Yooyeon, grabbed him by the collar, and shook him.

 

[ROUND 1 White Team Wins!]

 

Continuing to the second match.

 

This time, Cheong, the captain of the Blue Team, put his hand into the pot. The event for the second showdown was precisely…

 

[Chicken Fight (One-legged wrestling)]

 

However, as soon as the event was announced, a fierce protest erupted from the White Team.

 

“The floor here is marble. Do you want to crack our skulls?”

 

Leaving aside winning or losing, the leader objected that it was too dangerous, and the Blue Team readily admitted it and backed down.

 

“Draw again.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

[Palm Pushing Game]

 

Cheong picked an event he wrote for the second time following the first.

 

“That’s a bit better.”

 

The match resumed with the leader’s permission. For the second game, all players from both teams decided to participate.

 

The game rules were simple. It was 1 on 1, and the winning player could continue the game without substitution, while only the losing team replaced their player.

 

Once out, a person couldn’t participate again, and the team that eliminated the last player first was the final winner.

 

[ROUND 2 START]

 

“If your feet leave the ground, you’re dead~”

 

With Yulmu’s simple game introduction, the first match of Round 2 began. The first players from each team were Cheong and Baekya.

 

“They say enemies meet on a stepping stone bridge. This time I win.”

 

“It’s a single-log bridge. And don’t you know you have to measure to know what’s long and short?”

 

With nothing suitable around, they made a center line by lining up tangerines neatly. The two stood facing each other in front of it.

 

“Staaa~ rt!”

 

Simultaneously with Yulmu’s signal, Cheong attacked immediately. As Baekya lowered his hands and dodged nimbly, Cheong almost stumbled, but he quickly regained his balance.

 

Minseong and Yooyeon lay flat on the floor, watching with hawk eyes to see if the opponents’ feet moved even a little.

 

Tak!

 

For the first time, the two palms clashed. However, thanks to a slight glance, Baekya barely managed to survive.

 

“Such a brute…!”

 

Baekya was flustered by Cheong’s attack style of pushing with sheer force.

 

“Seriously, what were you doing not growing when you should have?”

 

“What did you say?!”

 

It was a dirty play from the Blue Team, not hesitating to use personal attacks. The thoroughly provoked sunfish bared his front teeth and lunged.

 

With the single-minded determination to knock down that guy in front of him, he slammed his palms with all his might, but Cheong quickly raised his hands, causing Baekya to tumble into his embrace.

 

“Ack!”

 

“I Win!”

 

“So close! I could have won.”

 

Baekya returned huffing and puffing with a resentful face. But Jihan and Minseong looked like they hadn’t expected much in the first place.

 

“Is it my turn next?”

 

Jihan cracked his neck left and right and approached the scattered center line.

 

“Jihan, hurry up!”

 

“If you insist.”

 

It was clear Cheong wanted to finish off Jihan quickly while riding the momentum.

 

However, unlike the anxious Cheong, the White Team’s second player maintained his composure throughout. Jihan raised his hands with a relaxed posture.

 

“Hit me.”

 

“What. Is he just going to die?”

 

The quiet weirdo was declaring that he would offer his palms willingly.