บท 933: Weed

The soft strum of the guitar filled the air as The Buskerz began to play the opening chords. The melody floated gently through the crowd, and June could see their expressions soften, anticipation hanging on every note. 

"It's Weed!" 

Haruto turned to Marcus with wide eyes. "I love this song," he exclaimed. 

"This is going to be iconic if he sings really well." 

"It's still going to be iconic if he sings bad. Honestly, that would be better! We can't have this ideal office guy even sing well." 

- This guy is brave. He's going to sing Weed? 

- It's a song by Park Hyoshu of all things? He's asking for a death wish! 

- Not even artists can sing this song well. 

- That's true. 

- Anyway, his talent would not be a factor to my simping. He shall still be my Korean boy of the month. 

June held the microphone closer to his chest.