Chapter 312 ·Product Launch, Final Check (3)?

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Final Check (3)

The next day, late morning.

Lee Gyeongbok was riding in Park Juho's car.

"I really don't get why people do random picks."

"It's all just greed, isn't it?"

The two were talking about the broadcast from the day before.

"At least Decibel didn't waste any time. That's a relief."

After the first coaching session, Decibel personally continued a ranked match broadcast.

Amazingly for just the first day, she quickly made it into the Yellow tier, but got stuck because of chronic issues from players who did random picks and ended her stream.

"So from now on, are you just practicing the Ten-Game Set?"

"For now? That's usually the more effective approach, in my experience."

Yesterday, Lee Gyeongbok had chosen a "Ten-Game Invasion" for the second real coaching session. He had set up ten-game matches by gauging opponents' skill level while browsing the Metal Punch community.

"Yeah, the first day was open invites so it didn't matter, but now there might be snipers trying to get attention."

Park Juho agreed with his methods.

On the first day, most who tried to join would just be well-meaning people like Skullkim, but on the second day, there would probably be snipers looking for attention.

"Still, thankfully, it seems Decibel is having some fun with it. No matter how resistant someone is to stress, what matters most is that initial taste of success."

"Isn't that what Head Coach Baek told you?"

Lee Gyeongbok smiled as he recalled an old memory.

"Not exactly, but similar. He said it to me when I failed a test."

Lee Gyeongbok had eventually had to give up during the rookie tryout tests.

'Gyeongbok, you're a genius. But even geniuses can have moments of frustration.'

Back then, Baek Kangmin had looked after Lee Gyeongbok more than the successful candidates.

'Still, believe in the successes you've achieved so far. Being trapped by the past and trusting your past experiences are two different things.'

He'd thought he'd never play games again.

'Your experience will get you back on your feet. Don't ever doubt that you can succeed again.'

The reason he'd been able to accept Choi Byeonghun's offer.

'You can do it.'

It was because of Baek Kangmin's advice, who believed Lee Gyeongbok would one day show his talents again.

"I mean, it's not like I actually studied coaching. I'm just imitating Head Coach Baek."

"Then that's perfect mimicry, isn't it?"

Park Juho joked with a laugh. But there was sincerity underneath the humor.

'This guy's greatness isn't just talent.'

Lee Gyeongbok's pure talent was extraordinary, but he also knew how to discern and accept both good and bad feedback about himself.

He was quick to absorb positive feedback, and as a result, he developed both inside and out at a unique pace.

Lee Gyeongbok laughed at his friend's joke and soon changed the subject.

"By the way, isn't Daehan coming with us? Wouldn't it be better to pick him up and go together?"

"Oh, daehan said he'd go ahead to the studio to help with setup."

"Oh, really?"

Lee Gyeongbok gave an awkward smile.

"I swear, anyone who doesn't know better would think this was a Black Company."

* * *

The two arrived at the shooting studio.

"Whoa... this is actually pretty big?"

"Yeah. I thought it'd be like a little photo studio or something."

Getting out of the car and seeing the size of the studio, both of them widened their eyes.

"This would work as a small exhibition hall, too."

"This is the right address."

Park Juho double-checked the address.

Lee Gyeongbok waved it off with a chuckle.

"Well, of course it is."

He could already sense the familiar presence of Jo Daehan inside. With that, they immediately headed into the studio.

"No, I'm telling you, hyung. It's true!"

"Come on, it can't be that much..."

Jo Daehan was chatting with a man wearing a hunting cap. The camera slung around his neck marked him as the photographer.

Behind them, the MD team staff dispatched from ShopFandom came into view.

"Oh! You're here!"

Jo Daehan soon spotted them, raising both hands in greeting. He stood between the two of them and the photographer, introducing both parties.

"I owe this photographer so much from my modeling days. I specially asked him to come."

"This kid came to me out of the blue yesterday, telling me there's a model truly worth shooting. We even made a bet on it."

After the introductions, the photographer made a lighthearted comment with a smile.

"A bet?"

"Yeah. Because of our history, I was going to give him a special rate. But if I wasn't satisfied? I'd charge the regular price."

He alternated his gaze between Lee Gyeongbok and Park Juho, clicking his tongue.

"Tsk, now that I see you both, I really can't do the special rate."

"Come on, hyung...!"

Jo Daehan's eyes widened in panic.

"No, seriously. You look at these models and I feel like I should give an extra discount on top of the special rate!"

"Oh, come on, hyung!"

Jo Daehan shot him a look of relief at those words. Lee Gyeongbok and Park Juho chuckled.

"Thank you for looking so kindly on us."

"This is our first time doing an offline model shoot, so we're counting on your help."

Thanks to the joke, the mood lightened despite it being their first time meeting. The photographer kept up the conversation, laughing.

"This is your first time in a hologram studio, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I thought so. I could see you were pretty fascinated when you came in."

"Is it that different from a regular studio?"

At their confusion, Jo Daehan explained instead.

"For video, vR shooting is the trend, but it's a different story for photos. Legally, for ads with real products like clothes or food, it has to be shot offline."

"Legal requirement?"

"No matter how realistic it is, if an object exists only in virtual reality, it's considered a digital good. Using VR photos would count as false advertising. That's why the PerG-Day afterparty is an offline broadcast, too."

Park Juho nodded as if he already knew that. When Lee Gyeongbok also nodded, the photographer snickered.

"Well, that's what lets me put food on my table. Let's go over the rest during the shoot."

"Let's get changed first. The fitting room's this way."

At the photographer's words, Jo Daehan took charge, talking with the MD team staff and pushing over a cart with neatly folded hoodies.

"Oh, wow, these came out great."

"The fabric and colors are nice."

There were three hoodie colors: black, white, and purple.

"I got a sense for which color would suit each of you just by looking at your skin tone."

Pointing at each color, the photographer continued.

"Black for the manager, white for you, and purple for the CEO."

"Okay, got it."

"Let's go get changed, then."

The three headed to the fitting room.

* * *

Lee Gyeongbok was the first to finish changing and gazed at the studio with fascination.

"Wow, it looks so real!"

"Ha, these days, you blink and there's a new technology."

Using the hologram equipment installed in the studio, the photographer freely changed the backgrounds.

With a flick of his hand, he brought up various settings such as a city, an alley, a meadow.

"Like I said, it's only the product that's regulated by law. For backgrounds, there are exceptions, so holograms are used more than on-location shooting."

So that was why the studio was so large. While Lee Gyeongbok was marveling, the other two finished changing as well.

"All right, before we get into the main shoot, let's do a quick check."

With a lively tone, Jo Daehan guided them in front of the camera.

"First, I need to see your most comfortable stance. Could you both stand naturally?"

"Just natural?"

"Hm."

Lee Gyeongbok and Park Juho did as instructed. The photographer looked between what was in the camera frame and what was before his eyes, expressing both admiration and regret.

"Wow, if I could really bring out your faces, the visual would be overwhelming... What a shame."

Jo Daehan looked as pleased as if he was the one being complimented, but then turned serious as he stared at them.

"You two are a bit uncomfortable, aren't you? Just standing there, but you feel awkward, right?"

He didn't wait for a response and waved his hand.

"It's all right. Even when you don't usually think about it, being aware of the camera always brings out some awkwardness."

"That's definitely true."

"I thought I was comfortable, but I'm not completely at ease."

At their agreement, Jo Daehan's eyes gleamed. This was his chance to offer real help.

"So, what's the real problem here? It's the hands. That's what stumps most newbie models."

"Oh, you're right."

"It really does feel awkward not knowing what to do with my hands..."

Jo Daehan grinned at their responses.

"I figured this would happen, so I came prepared. There are two things you can do right away. First, just hide your hands."

"Hide them?"

"Yes. Hoodie pockets are good, or the back pocket of your pants also works."

Lee Gyeongbok and Park Juho followed his advice. Their faces immediately relaxed.

"Oh? That does feel more comfortable."

"I prefer the hoodie pocket over the back pocket."

"Good. Second, use props."

Jo Daehan excitedly rummaged beneath the cart and took something out.

"What's that?"

"That's the OTP tumbler, isn't it?"

It was the tumbler released along with this launch. Jo Daehan handed one to each of them.

"Having something to hold in your hand really settles you. Make sure the logo's visible. Since it's our product, we need some PPL."

"Wow, daehan, you really did prepare."

Lee Gyeongbok smiled at him in praise, causing Jo Daehan's cheeks to rise in delight.

"Excellent work. Just remember those two things for your hands. Next is the lower body: foot placement is key."

He demonstrated on the spot.

"First, step one foot forward. Then, instead of facing the camera straight-on, angle yourself slightly to the side."

"Yes, yes, that's very good."

The photographer checked the camera frame, inserting little affirmations.

"You're both fairly tall, so your proportions look good. And this kind of stance expands the frame vertically and makes you appear even better proportioned in photos."

"This is something our Daehan is especially particular about."

The photographer threw out a playful comment, and Jo Daehan shot him a look.

"Come on, hyung. Why bring that up right now?"

"Oh, just a little joke."

As they all chuckled, the photographer snapped a candid shot.

"Okay, that was a great natural smile."

Looking at the photo in the camera, the photographer's expression turned uncertain.

"Wow, is this really your first time? You're really good. But I think we can get an even better shot..."

"Hyung, we just started! You can still see both of them tensing up."

Jo Daehan said this and pointed to his own abdomen for emphasis.

"Right now, both of you still have your shoulders bunched up. Let your whole body relax, but tense just your abs. That naturally opens your chest and prevents your back from hunching."

"Yeah, nice, nice. Very good right now."

The photographer nodded at the improved posture as the two accepted the feedback.

"Okay, the basics are set. We'll fine-tune things as we shoot."

The real shoot was about to begin.

* * *

Early afternoon, shopFandom MD team.

All the staff were busy putting the finishing touches on Lee Gyeongbok's product launch preparations.

"We've checked off the regular stuff. Are the discount codes finished?"

"Yes, we've tested them too."

"Good, then all that's left is the hoodie photos before we can open shop."

The MD team leader breathed a brief sigh of relief. Then, checking the time, he called out to the team.

"The hoodie shoot might take some time. There's the shoot itself, then picking A-cuts and retouching..."

He trailed off, clearing his throat.

'Well, working overtime can't be helped.'

Given the timeline, overtime was inevitable. But how you broke the news would affect staff morale.

As he pondered how to phrase his pep talk—

"Huh?"

A team member's voice made everyone turn.

"Team leader? The photos are here."

"Huh?"

"Already?"

"This quickly?"

The staff buzzed in surprise; they too had expected a late night.

"Let's beam the hologram."

At the leader's command, the shoot photos projected into the office. Everyone's eyes widened.

"Whoa..."

"What's this?"

"This is insane."

Not a single person objected to the exclamations that burst out.

'Is this really our ad photo?'

A black hoodie model against an alley background evoking street fashion; a white hoodie model looking effortlessly at home against a college campus; and a purple hoodie model standing in a wide-open park beneath a clear sky.

With each photo, mouths dropped open wider and wider.

"Wow, I actually want to buy one."

"The purple hoodie is so pretty."

"Should I buy it for my boyfriend?"

"The backgrounds and everything make it perfect for a date look."

They were all the same product with only color and background changed, yet each had a totally different vibe—and it worked.

A few staff began quietly muttering, itching to buy some themselves.

That's when they heard applause from behind.

"Ah, CEO!"

Everyone turned to see the CEO clapping with a smile.

"Wow, this is far beyond what I expected."

He gave his appraisal with a broad grin.

"I already knew the designs were good, and the choice of models is excellent too. With each model a different height, customers will have an easier time deciding what's right for them."

With traditional mannequin photos, all models were identical and it was hard for customers to imagine the fit. This time, with three people of different heights, fans would find it easier to picture themselves in the hoodie.

"As you all likely noticed, Purple's side did everything perfectly. Right?"

Without waiting for an answer, the CEO looked around at the staff.

"As long as we do our part, this product is guaranteed to be a hit."

With such a golden opportunity, failure was not an option.

"Let's get fully ready to serve our customers."

The launch of the perfect goods was just around the corner.

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