From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show-Chapter 792 My Dream Is...

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"That has been EVE, everyone!" Sara exclaimed as she made her way back to the stage. Her cheeks were warm with excitement. She couldn't show it on stage, but she was also a big fan of EVE. Seeing them perform cutely in front of her eyes was enough to push her to the edge! But, she needed to act professionally as the event's host. Sara looked around, her smile becoming bigger when she saw the elated look on the audience's faces. "I hope you all don't leave now that EVE is finished," she started off. The audience shook their heads, and the members of EVE turned to smile at each other. Jisung nudged June's shoulder. "Your plan worked. These fans are really nice." June smirked and crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling proud of himself. "Now, we have special performances from the children!" "Please give the first group a round of applause as they showcase their artworks!" she exclaimed. The crowd clapped in excitement. The members of EVE, who were sitting where the children were during their performance, also sat on the edge of their seats, waiting for the children to come out. One by one, the children came out with different artworks.

"Hi! My name is Junkyu!" one of the kids exclaimed. "I made a drawing of a rocket because I want to become an astronaut," he started off. "Aww," the crowd said as he toothlessly smiled. "I also wanted to become an astronaut once," Zeth said. Just then, he showed his artwork, and it was flashed on the big screen. The crowd became silent as the two round wheels with the rocket's body painted a familiar picture. "That doesn't look like a rocket. That looks like a pen—" Akira started off, but Jisung covered his mouth before he could finish his statement. "Oh hell yeah," Zeth said. "That's not any rocket. That's similar to MY rocket!" June facepalmed and massaged his nose bridge. "You guys can't be taken anywhere."

The next kid was wearing a white polo, and she beamed at the audience, making her look adorable. "I'm Daisy!" she exclaimed. "And I want to become a doctor to help other people!" The adults nodded proudly while Akira let out a deep breath, staring into the distance. "I, too, wanted to become a doctor," he said. "However, life led me to become an idol." "Oh, thank goodness," Ren said, sighing in relief. Akira turned to him, offended. "What's that supposed to mean?" Ren merely smiled and focused his attention back on the children. The program continued, and the kids showed off their different talents. It was an enjoyable time. Despite it being messy at times and having a lot of dead air, the atmosphere was warm and encouraging. "Now, we're down to the last performance of the day," Sara said, making the audience exclaim in disappointment. Sehun raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That fast?" he asked. "It's already been two hours," Jaeyong chuckled. "What?" Zeth exclaimed. "It feels much shorter than that." "It's because you guys are enjoying it," June remarked. "When you're enjoying the moment, time just seems to move faster." Jisung nodded in agreement. "I really love this event," he said. "Thanks for inviting us, June." June nodded before focusing his gaze on the front. "This last performance is quite special," Sara introduced. "You may have noticed, but Luna wasn't able to join the performances because she's been frequenting the hospital for her treatments." "Oh, this is bad," Jia muttered, making Bora turn to her with wide eyes. "Ay-yo? Don't tell me you don't want to watch a sick kid perform," Bora said. Jia clicked her tongue and pinched her side. "Not that!" "I just feel like the tears are coming." "Oh," Bora muttered. "You're right. This is bad." "Little Sunflowers has always tried its best to give each child a happy and healthy life before they could fly on their own. It came as a surprise to us to know that one of our little flowers had been struck with cancer." "Being an independent organization that relies on volunteers and donations, it was a hard time for all of us. We can't even begin to comprehend the amount of pain Luna must be in," she said, looking down at the ground as she recalled her diagnosis. "However, a beacon of light appeared before us," she said, turning to June with a wide smile. The other members also turned to June with proud smiles. Meanwhile, June looked down at this lap and scratched the back of his neck. "I'm really not that good of a person," he muttered. "Because of his help, we were able to start Luna's treatment," Sara continued.

"She's already on her second cycle and is going strong despite it being tough." "With that, we just can't leave Sara out of the picture, as she has prepared a special performance for all of us, too!" "Please give her a round of applause!" The audience burst into cheers as Luna was wheeled to the stage. Her bright smile was devoid of any negativities, which increased their admiration for her even more. "Mic test," she said in her cute voice, making the audience 'Aww.' Luna beamed, feeling excited for her performance. June pursed his lips, feeling his heart race inside his chest. The other member, too, turned serious, feeling the gravity of the situation. "Thank you, everyone, for coming to this party!" Luna started off. Her eyes crinkled into the shape of crescent moons as she smiled, making June automatically smile, too. "How could such a bright person have an illness?" Akira asked by her side. June nodded. "Don't you think it's unfair?" he continued to ask. June nodded once more as she looked at her unwavering smile. "It's unfair," he muttered. "I'm not really good at anything, but I like reading!" Luna continued. The crowd opposed her first statement, making her giggle. "But I wanted to say thank you to everyone, so I wrote this poem while I was at the hospital." June heard a sniff beside him, capturing his attention. "Oh no," Akira muttered. "Jaeyong has already started." June shook his head in amusement. However, as he heard Luna's next statement, he felt like he wasn't safe either. "The title is—The Prettiest Flower."