Chapter 63 : Mangnani’s Alley Broadcasting Station

“Turn on the Switch app on your phone for me.”

I made the excuse that I needed to check the broadcast channel status for advice, and Bang Ha-yul naively turned on the Switch app logged in with her ID and handed it to me.

As soon as I received it, I went into the gallery and deleted the photo of me I had just taken.

“You little fool! Gotcha!”

“Ah! I’ve been had!”

“Run to the security office!”

I thought she might take another photo if I returned the phone as is, so I deliberately didn’t return it and headed to the security office.

If I explained the situation to the security guard and left it with him, he would return it to her after I had run away.

But Bang Ha-yul was much faster than I expected, and I was caught before I could even run ten steps.

Am I just slow? I’ve been running on the treadmill for over a month, so please don’t say that!

“Let go! Let go!”

“You have to give me my phone back!”

“You’ll just take another photo if I do!”

“I won’t, so give it back!”

I struggled and fell to the gym floor, wrestling with Bang Ha-yul.

Because we were about the same height, her arms couldn’t reach over my head, so the crazy girl suddenly pulled down my pants.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

“Choose! Either your pants come off or you give me the phone!”

“You crazy b*tch!”

I didn’t want to give up my phone or have my pants pulled down, so I tried to stop her with one hand, but one hand was no match for two.

As a result, my leggings were pulled down, exposing my panties.

“Ew!”

“Nothing special. I thought you’d be wearing a thong or something?”

I came to work out, so I was wearing plain underwear that came with a sports bra, and it wasn’t anything to be particularly ashamed of.

However, the thought of being ambushed by a child ten years younger than me and having my pants pulled down made me feel so ashamed that I lost it.

“……”

Seeing the tears welling up in my eyes, she seemed quite embarrassed, as if she wasn’t a complete demon.

“Panties are nothing! I can show you mine too!”

With that, she slightly lifted her skirt, but there was no slip under the short, tightly-tailored skirt, which I had naturally expected.

Crazy, is she a prostitute?

Compared to her insane room salon wannabe look, her cute ribboned pink panties were incredibly unbalanced.

“Okay, we’re even, right? Now give me my phone.”

“I’m ten years older than you, why are you talking down to me, you sh*t…”

“Well, you look almost like my younger sister. Anyway, I’m sorry.”

“……Don’t take pictures?”

She wouldn’t stab me in the back again after seeing each other’s panties, right?

I returned the phone and caught my breath a little. I also wiped the tears from my eyes with a towel.

“So, why do you want to become famous on broadcasts? Is it because you’re too stupid to find an answer in studying?”

“I’m not stupid. They always say that academic performance and street smarts are different.”

“I’ve heard about a hundred people say that, and they were all stupid. And why are you talking down to me again, you haven’t even stopped drinking milk!”

“Don’t be so confusing! Why are you so young-looking?”

“You’re confused because you’re stupid!”

We glared at each other and growled, but I, being in a much superior position, said something.

“A streamer with an average of 15,000 viewers is offering to teach you, but you don’t seem curious about the secret, judging by how straight your back is? With such a desperate attitude, you’ll never succeed in broadcasting.”

“Keuk!”

Seeing her flinch, I really wanted to possess a celestial being and make her do a naked dogeza, but I refrained because I thought I would be breaking the Act on the Protection of Children and Adolescents from Sexual Abuse.

“Quickly kneel and beg for forgiveness!”

“Keuk!”

She finally realized the power dynamic, and she began to kneel and grovel as I ordered.

“Master! Please teach me!”

“No!”

Should I make her lick my feet next? I don’t think I’ll be able to restrain myself if I do that.

“You said you’d tell me if I knelt and begged, you b*tch!”

“Then is that how a btch should talk to her master? You fcking b*tch!”

We were about to fight again, but we were evenly matched, and we didn’t want to get hurt for nothing, so neither of us could easily jump in.

“Why don’t we stop wasting energy and solve this like civilized people through conversation?”

“Good idea.”

“Then I’ll really watch your VOD, so wait. If you try to take another photo, I’ll hit you with your phone.”

I held the phone like a hand ax and threatened her.

Phones are excellent mass weapons.

They’re hard, big, and heavy, so if you drop one while dozing off, the area you hit will hurt quite a bit.

Then, I glanced at her while turning on the Switch app to check the status of Bang Ha-yul’s channel.

Only 13 followers? This is very serious.

First, let’s watch the broadcast replay.

I quickly skipped through the playback bar and, surprisingly, a League of Legends screen appeared.

Is her main content League of Legends too?

“What’s your tier?”

“Diamond 1.”

Higher than me, you sh*t? Anyway, Diamond 1 was a very encouraging tier.

If she were a male streamer, even if he were Grandmaster, people would say, ‘He’s not even Challenger, pretending to be a skilled streamer, tsk tsk,’ but if she were a female streamer, even if she were Platinum, people would suck up to her by typing chats like ‘Haha, you’re good,’ ‘You’re quite skilled,’ ‘Wow.’

In that context, Diamond 1 is as competitive as a male Challenger.

“Hmm, your tier is good enough, but why is no one watching?”

With that, I looked into the broadcast content.

“Why don’t you have a cam?”

“You haven’t revealed your face either.”

“You?”

“Master is also being mysterious.”

“I didn’t reveal mine because I don’t really want to become more famous. But people who really want to become famous like you should turn on a cam, right?”

She’s a pretty high school girl who would definitely help the broadcast succeed, not hurt it.

This is irresistible.

“I’m shy. How can I broadcast with my face revealed?”

“Is that what someone who threatens to spread other people’s faces on the internet says? You’re really crazy?”

“I didn’t really intend to spread it. I just thought if I said that, you might host me, so I just tried it.”

If I were only three or four years younger, you’d be in legal trouble, you sh*t.

Do you want to whine to your mom to buy you a lawyer and get slapped on the back?

I feel like if it were back when I was much fiercer, I would have been jumping up and down, saying I was going to f*ck her up for sure.

I’ve gotten a little less combative as I’ve gotten older.

I guess fighting is just too much of a hassle now that I’m old?

If this is how much my fighting spirit has weakened, what was I like before? That’s a secret.

Don’t try to find out.

You’ll get hurt.

“Would my mom even care if I got sued?”

Bang Ha-yul said with a sulky expression.

Does she also have a sad story of being twisted because her mom doesn’t give her attention?

This is a problem in Korea these days.

If you look into this family’s affairs, it’s a divorced family with no mom, and if you look into that family’s affairs, it’s a single-parent family with no dad.

What the f*ck, the whole of Korea is a giant orphanage.

Are you missing a mother in the Rift? Or are you missing a father? If you ask, the odds are about 50 percent.

Maybe a normally happy family is a very rare case? Thinking about it that way makes me feel a little better.

“Anyway, let’s move on from the cam issue.”

It’s a shame that she’s not using her pretty face, but as I thought in the early days of my broadcast, a cam is not necessarily an essential condition for broadcast success.

You can become famous as a Durahan.

There’s also something called a virtual YouTuber these days.

They use motion recognition to move a 2.5D character, and it’s very spiritual and quite fun to watch.

The flow of the times is already close to cyberpunk!

But there was a bigger problem with Bang Ha-yul’s broadcast!

“Why the fck aren’t you talking? Is it a no-mic broadcast? Who watches a mute broadcast, you sht!”

“No, I have a microphone. But there’s no one watching, so I can’t just talk to the air, can I?”

Broadcasting is when you have to talk even if no one is watching.

If you’re just solo-queuing with your mouth shut, is that a solo-queue broadcast? It’s just solo-queuing, right? If someone comes in and the streamer doesn’t say a word and only the sound of League of Legends is heard, they’ll think, ‘Oh, this is a no-mic hard-carry stream, I should leave so they can concentrate,’ and leave, they won’t stick around.”

“But I can’t get used to talking to myself, no matter how hard I try.”

“If you can’t, you have to keep doing it until you can, or quit.”

It’s not easy to improve your broadcasting skills in a day or two.

Instead, if you get used to it, you’ll end up talking to yourself as an occupational hazard like me.

Hellbo also sometimes talks to himself for no reason.

Is that the destiny of those who make a living as clowns?

“Okay. Let’s say your broadcasting skills will improve slowly, but what’s with the broadcast title ‘D1 LOL’? Would you click on this broadcast if you were you?”

“Wouldn’t Diamond 1 attract some attention?”

“No, turn on this list of small broadcasts and observe. That way, you’ll see how to attract attention, right? Look. Here’s Diamond 3, 1 viewer. Platinum 2, 1 viewer. Master, 1 viewer. Do you think viewers will come if you just put ‘D1’?”

“You’re a Yeti yourself.”

Is this sh*t scratching my male pride? It’s true that Yeti isn’t a very high tier.

It’s also true that she’s higher.

But I’m also just a victim of unavoidable circumstances!

“Do you want to play a game in front of 15,000 snipers? There are nine actors in one game! F*ck!”

Realizing that she had touched an unusual sore spot as I glared at her, Bang Ha-yul turned the topic back.

“Then what should I do?”

First, put ‘high school girl’ in the broadcast title.

Then viewers will come and ask.

At that time, turn on the microphone and verify that you are a high school girl.

And keep your mouth moving throughout the game.

Then it’ll look too seedy.

I don’t want to emphasize that I’m a high school girl.

“Why aren’t you using the best weapon you have? How are you going to broadcast with that kind of attitude! Quit, you sh*t!”

A small streamer with 13 followers has so much pride.

I’m getting cancer! Seriously!