Chapter 30 : Soccer game stream

Soccer Game Broadcast

“Everyone. Do you know what game I brought today?”

• How would we know;;
• Knockout?
• Until now, the only game we’ve played is Ekle, how would we know, you idiot?

Saying this makes it seem like it’s something totally random, right?

• Is it League of Legends?

“Ah. It’s not League of Legends. I don’t plan on playing that.”

I’m already someone who’s really motherless in real life.

I don’t want to be motherless even in the game…

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to defend your parents?”

I can’t even imagine myself playing League, so I don’t think I’ll ever play it.

Yeah. Absolutely not.

That’s as absurd as me falling in love with a guy.

• Too bad;;
• But it’s fun once you start
• That’s the thrill of it
• ?

“Alright. Today’s game is… drumroll.”

• Dkgdkgdkgdkgd
• Dkgdkgdkgd
• Let’s see…!

At this point, it’s Civilization…

• Ah, stop with the annoying stuff.

Ta-da.

Bellingham, standing with his arms wide open, looking slightly ahead.

He’s wearing a uniform that’s clearly not ordinary, one that clings to his body to the point of revealing his ribs.

It’s the uniform of Real Madrid, a prestigious soccer club.

And the logo floating above his head.

FIFA25.

• Ah
• Wow, damn
• It’s FIFA, haha
• I love you

What type of girl likes soccer? My wife.

As expected.

The reactions are quite divided.

I saw a few viewers leaving.

In fact, most people who watch VTubers are otaku.

It’s rare for otaku to even like soccer, right?

I was an otaku too, but I love soccer, so I can’t say much.

But I haven’t seen many like me.

In the chat, there were screams and frantic messages mixed with cheers from viewers excited about FIFA.

I guess it’s my job to keep things running smoothly in this atmosphere…

Ugh. What can I do?

I chose to be a VTuber. I’ll just power through it.

“Yes. Today, we’ll be playing FIFA.”

• Wowww

What’s so exciting? Just a regular female streamer who’s a soccer noob but started streaming to suck up to [message blocked by manager.]

• (Manager) Don’t slander Yuki~ Yuki knows a lot about soccer~

Now it’s just dictatorship.

• But the chat room is much cleaner now.

As expected. Doing a good job.

I nodded a few times and started FIFA.

Of course, the manager wouldn’t be able to see this.

• So which team are you going to play?
• ‘White Legion’ Real Madrid ᄀ

The ‘White Legion’ is nonsense ᄏᄏ These days they only put in black players.

• Screw Madrid, let’s go with the strongest Barca.
• The traditional, powerful, and emotional giant Manchester United?

‘…Hmm.’

Barcelona.

Just hearing that name makes my chest feel a little tight.

It was the club and team I supported and loved more than anyone.

I probably have about six of their jerseys tucked away in the corner of my closet.

But then, I hear that guy’s voice.

All the things he said while watching the game with me come flooding back.

So, for now, I’m not going with Barcelona.

Like I said when I met with Bihangwoon, I’m a long-time fan of Barcelona but…

“Hey! We’re not losing! Damn, they’re really pushing up!”

“No matter what team we play, they’re charging at us, La Liga’s Don Quixote. Rayo Vallecano. If they find space, Neymar will mess it up.”

“You sound like a gambler. Hehe.”

“I’m just analyzing, Kang Suhyun. Don’t you need anything from Brazil?”

“Huh? No…”

“Then we’re good. Keep watching the game, I’ll pack my stuff.”

The Barcelona that reminds me of that guy, I don’t want to remember it anymore.

It was a team I truly loved and cherished, but if I start having a breakdown on stream because of him, it’d be a huge problem.

If I had known that would be the last time I’d see the strong mentality, I should’ve beaten him up right then and there.

Ah, maybe I couldn’t have won even then…

• Where did the host go?
• Haha, the thoughtful expression is cute.
• The blank face, thanks for the meal.

Crazy bastard.
Ah, right.
I was live…!

“Ugh. Just… thinking for a bit. I’ve played with Barcelona before, so I’ll pick another team.”

• Nooooo, HHHH
• If Barca is out, what team will be chosen?
• Probably another team, right?
• Do you think I don’t know, you idiot?

Now, picking which team to choose is another issue.

Hmm… If I pick from La Liga, I’ll definitely get comments about Barcelona.

“Everyone. Who do you think will win the Messi vs Ronaldo battle?”

• ? Of course, Messi.
• I’m younger, but it’s Messi.
• Can’t beat him in World Cup wins.

“No.”

The symbol of the World Cup victory that no other team has achieved. The five-star badge shines brightly. Below it, the logo, a perfect blend of green and blue, proudly shows this team’s name.

“It’s the Brazilian National Team, full of romance and legend.”

• Weren’t we talking about the Messi vs Ronaldo thing?
• She’s a bit insane but in a calm way.
• Are you watching, Pelé? Please, someone do something about this girl.

Brazil is fun, though.

“I’m not accepting rebuttals.”

Brazil’s play is based on dribbling and individual skills.

Most of their players learn a lot of tricks, so it’s easy to use them.

That’s the kind of football that suits tiki-taka. It’s the perfect fit for the Barcelona style I used to play.

“Everyone. Go pop some popcorn.”

You can’t see plays like this just anywhere.

One side was excited, and the game began in a lively atmosphere.

Meanwhile, another VTuber’s stream had a very dull and somber vibe.

Bang!

On-screen, players wearing Argentina jerseys pass the ball.

But it wasn’t stable.

The ball moved awkwardly, barely avoiding the other team.

Eventually…

Bang!

[Ah, Lionel Messi. Where the hell are you passing the ball to?]
“Ah, damn.”

• Hahaha, just Emi.
• Emi really sucks…
• The team is better than most FIFA pro streamers though…

It was Yamamoto Emi’s stream.

Emi, who liked soccer, had spent so much on FIFA that it raised her membership level, but…

“No! I pressed it! Why… why is a 2 million yen player…!”

This woman. She’s so bad.

200,000 yen for a little screen graphic. It became a life lesson, but it’s way too much money to say it’s not a waste.

• Wow, the team’s good, but strangely, she’s bad.
• She can’t even use the system well, lol.
• Still, sometimes, when the team’s op, it’s hilarious to see the enemy’s reaction.
• Emi almost never loses, haha. The team’s totally OP.

Since her debut, Emi’s FIFA streams, which happened once a week, had already made the viewers familiar with her playstyle.

Well, it’s not even worth calling it a playstyle, really.

[Ah, it’s going in! Lionel~~ Messi!]
“Kyaaa! Wah! Kyaah! It went in! It went in!”

• Wow, hahaha.
• That’s just… hahaha.
• It’s just money, the world is money…

She only scores occasionally by luck.

[Even legends like Maradona miss shots sometimes. A goal failed!]
“Ahhh!!!”

• Hahaha, hahaha.
• The ball goes out from that angle.
• Dribble a bit, then shoot, you idiot!!!

She mindlessly attacked and lost the ball.

[Final score: Argentina wins 5-4!]

Ugh.

Wow, I’m really drained.

Scoring by luck and mindless defense…

If she’d gotten just one more red card, she’d have lost by forfeit, that girl.

“…Wow.”

Repeating hitting and striking, barely scraping by to win and finishing the game drained of all energy. She actually won.

Now Emi’s problem isn’t losing, it’s that she needs to lose big; her ego is too high.

The team’s garbage, but once Emi meets a real pro, she’ll probably start learning.

When people type this kind of chat, they always end up meeting such players on the next team.

The embodiment of team power that makes the opponent lose their spirit.

A team that really shows the power of money.

“See! Told you! I won in the end. I’m good, huh?!”

And, of course, after barely winning, she gets all pumped up.

It’s now a kind of tradition to irritate long-time soccer fans watching.

“Phew. Messi’s short, so it’s hard to use him. If he were about 188 cm, that would’ve been perfect…”

• Hey, you idiot.
• Then why are you using Argentina?
• If you care about height, you should use Netherlands, lol.
• If he were taller, his dribbling stats wouldn’t work properly. It’s like the acceleration stat.

“But this Messi, he’s so expensive. Why don’t they just release him as a two-footed player?”

• Messi with two feet would break the game.
• Then dribbling pros would just destroy him.

“That’s not good for you…”

“Ahh. Dribbling pros?”

On screen, Emi flicks her black hair and tilts her head back.

It’s clear she’s about to say something, and viewers already grab their necks in anticipation.

If I play against dribbling pros next, like Brazil, Barcelona, or Spain, and they destroy me… I’ll come back on the next stream!
“I’ll do ASMR!”

• Oh?!
• Wow.
• Did you hear that, everyone?
• Hahaha.

A bold promise.

Emi’s last trump card, her smooth voice, which she always wastes, now turned into a prize.

When the ASMR broadcast, which was rumored to happen only when Emi was on the brink of bankruptcy, was announced as the prize, viewers got a stiff neck.

But an unexpected, long-dreamed-of moment was mentioned.

With excitement, fans blushed and were on the verge of becoming “red pens.”

• I need to meet Yuki, hahaha.
• Is Yuki mama good?
• You go see for yourself, hahaha.
• Yuki is the player you really need to watch.
  And they wished.
  For the arrogant one’s momentum to be broken.
  For all the suffering people’s hearts to unite.
  For the idea that gold is more important than hands to change.
  And that wish was…

[AMIANIEYO~ VS ~WFyuki8]

“Eh. Yuki..?”

Blink blink.

Emi, with her big red eyes blinking, stared at the screen.

As soon as she saw the username, a flood of thoughts crossed Emi’s mind.

Wait. Yuki is White Palette, right?

That person. They’re a monster at games.

No way they’re as good as FPS, right?

But judging by the chat, it looks like they’re good at FIFA too.

Did I mess up?

• They’ve arrived.
• They must have.
• Ahh, please, strike down this corrupt noble!
• You’re done for, you greedy girl, hahaha.

“Ah… ugh…”

It’s okay… right?

Emi briefly looked at the mic.

The mic she was using for ASMR wasn’t really a good one for that purpose.

If she wanted to do an ASMR stream for the fans, this wouldn’t work.

She needed to buy a high-end mic that cost hundreds of thousands…

“…Let’s do our best!”

A little later, Emi saw the Brazil logo on screen.

She screamed.