Chapter 70: New clothes, New perspective?

Now it’s the familiar template of victory. I put one leg on my thigh, lean my body towards the raised leg, and rest my chin on my elbow, propped up on the armrest.

I looked at the webcam and sighed.

“Phew.”

• What’s with that expression?
• Your eyes are so annoying lol
• Please go down again

“Guys… this is me.”

I couldn’t contain my excitement and pointed at my current score with the mouse cursor. I poked it repeatedly.

+23 LP

283 LP

Master

“Wow…”

From morning to evening, I managed to raise my score by this much in a single day.

Since yesterday, my team luck has been good, and my form has definitely improved.

The viewers were also very interested in my marathon-like stream, so the viewer count reached around 4000.

Everything is perfect.

Seriously, it’s like the perfect snack.

“This is s… life.”

I almost slipped up. This is why you shouldn’t talk to yourself too much.

Pretending not to see that chat, I said.

“Honestly, you guys were hating on me so much, but you knew, right?”

I pointed at myself.

“That I wasn’t supposed to be at that level. Honestly, do you admit it now?”

• Yeah, f*ck off lol I’ll keep hating
• Who knows if you’ll suddenly drop like the people in the next town?
• lol

The viewers don’t readily admit it.

…

Normally, I might have just let it go, but.

I don’t like it now.

They still don’t acknowledge it? When I’m on a ten-plus win streak?

I moved the mouse cursor that was about to press the start game button and went to the replay window.

And I played a replay of a recent game.

• ?
• What
• Why a replay all of a sudden

“You guys don’t seem to know, so let me tell you about the details of my laning phase.”

“So, I pushed the lane while taking half damage, went back, bought items, and teleported back. That was a good play. Considering the enemy bot lane’s movements, they were constantly looking for a dive angle. Can you guys make that kind of judgment?”

• I’d do it
• Plat 1, That’s possible from my tier
• Why is that?

“So, I won because of the item difference. Unlike me, the enemy mid laner couldn’t buy items and teleported. So we won because of my influence. So, Bell is a mind game. And my opponent was one step behind me. That’s why the result came out like this.”

• I don’t understand what you’re saying
• I’m unranked in Bell, just play the game
• I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t want to agree, just play the next game

“…Let me explain another detail.”

“Because of this, there was another mid gap.”

• Hey, just play the game
• I just came back, is it over now?
• Stop.

Why can’t they understand?

“Then I’ll tell you the details of the next fight.”

“Like this, I had a big part in making them use their spells earlier.”

• Please… I understand, so just play the game… please…
• Stop-stop-stop-stop-stop
• I’m sorry I know you’re good just play now
• lol This crazy woman is spending an hour on this…
• If you were a man, you’d be a hardcore gamer, seriously

“There’s still more.”

I said, and the chat was filled with ‘please’ and ‘stop’.

“Sigh…”

They finally understand.

After spending about an hour replaying the game several times and explaining why I won, they finally seemed to understand.

I pressed play with a slight feeling of victory and satisfaction.

I turned off the game at 350 LP.

I raised my goal score by 50 points.

I looked at that scene, feeling content.

I almost want to take a screenshot.

Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to be stuck in a place like that.

I feel better and better.

Riding that momentum, I thought about trolling again…

But I just lay down again.

I don’t feel like it today. It felt a bit off.

I’ve been feeling less like trolling lately.

Especially at the beginning of my period like today.

When I’m on my period, I get annoyed, but I also get sentimental about everything.

I question the cause and effect of things I did without thinking or things I did habitually, I weigh the pros and cons, and I feel an amplification of the guilt I’ve felt unconsciously since before.

Those times get a bit longer.

I think about the chats and words I used to do, which I don’t do these days. Insulting family, or ruining someone’s future. There are many unconscious reasons for those actions, but one of them is that I wanted to relieve my pain by transferring it to the other person.

I don’t do those things much these days.

Why don’t I want to do it anymore?

Did I really become like this just through reflection?

No, that can’t be it.

It might be because I have Song Chae-hyun and Yoo Ji-eun as pillars.

Especially, I don’t say things that undermine a person’s value these days.

I troll to annoy people… but I don’t hurt people who are already hurting, or rub salt in the wounds of people who are hurt.

I don’t want to insult the people I’m deeply connected with. Of course, it would be better if I didn’t troll at all… but that’s still a bit difficult.

Of course, only I know what I’m doing… it’s just a matter of conscience.

I thought about those things for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I was wearing only underwear again today.

The pressure of my chest being pressed by my breasts, the feel of the blanket on my skin, the feeling of my developed pelvic bone when I place my hand on my hip.

Have I changed?

Is it because of Song Chae-hyun and Yoo Ji-eun?

Or is it because I became a woman?

While I was thinking those things,

The phone rang.

“…Hello?”

– Yeah, I-hyun. What are you doing?

“Uh, I…”

– If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, do you want to go clothes shopping?

Clothes?

…

• Someone has donated 1000 won.
• But why does the leader always wear the same clothes?

“Huh?”

I checked my clothes with the cam.

A black shirt. And a white skirt below.

I can’t really see the skirt… but I can’t just wear pajamas.

“I washed these clothes yesterday?”

• You were wearing it yesterday too, what are you talking about

I thought about it for a moment while looking at the chat.

“…Ah.”

I suddenly realized, and I took the clothes that Song Chae-hyun bought for me, which were hanging on the hanger, and showed them.

“The clothes I wear are a bit similar.”

In my hand was a white shirt and a black skirt.

• What is it? lol
• Do you only have two sets, a white skirt shirt and a black skirt shirt?
• I think they’re pretty, but why do you only have those
• Don’t you get tired of it?

“I don’t get tired of it…”

They’re very much my style, so I don’t really get tired of them.

If I feel like it, I can change the coordination by wearing all black or all white.

• It’s kind of girly but also manly
• The actions are manly but the clothes are girly lol

“What are you talking about.”

Manly… that’s kind of an insult. If I hate it, the picture is weird again……

“Anyway, I’m going to start Bell. I’m going to play the game anyway, so what does it matter what I wear?”

I remember having that conversation with the viewers.

It seemed like a conversation that just passed by naturally, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.

Something, there have been fewer compliments lately.

When I played games and glanced at the chat, there used to be chats like ‘pretty’ and ‘cute’ every few minutes, but they haven’t been coming up much lately.

If I ask why they’re not complimenting me, the compliments pour in, but after a while, it goes back to being quiet.

Of course, it’s not good to be complimented too much… but it’s not good to not be complimented enough either.

It’s not that they don’t compliment me at all, but… there’s something. It feels like the chat doesn’t have as much affection as before.

Is this, a slump?

Are they getting used to me because they see me too much?

That’s not good.

I heard that a slump is a personal problem, and you shouldn’t just do nothing about it. You have to try various things.

It’s natural to feel that way, they say.

…

Then, I need to change, right?

I was thinking that while looking at the street, when.

“Ah.”

I saw Song Chae-yeon and Yoo Ji-eun coming together from afar.

I quickly waved my arm. Then they waved back.

…

They definitely seem closer than before.

Before, even when they walked together like that, there seemed to be some distance, but now they’re completely stuck together. Sometimes their shoulders even overlap.

We greeted each other and walked together.

I looked up at them and asked.

“Should we go straight to the clothing store? Or should we eat first?”

“Hmm… let’s go to the clothing store first. I want to pick out some clothes for I-hyun.”

“That’s right. I-hyun needs some new clothes… and I want to buy some clothes for myself too. Ah, you don’t have to buy me anything anymore.”

“No, I’m going to buy you something. Our I-hyun is saving money.”

Song Chae-hyun said, stroking my head.

She still treats me like a child.

I was looking for my underwear size in the underwear store. I’m getting a bit tired of black…

But, I couldn’t find my size.

Do they not sell it?

While I was looking around, Yoo Ji-eun approached me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for my size, but I can’t find it.”

“Hmm… what’s your underwear size?”

“E 70.”

At that, Yoo Ji-eun seemed a bit surprised.

“You’re really big…”

She said, looking back at the things in front of her.

…She seems a bit down.

No, she definitely looks down.

I remember Yoo Ji-eun often staring blankly at my chest or Song Chae-hyun’s chest before.

I realized that even if you glance, it’s so obvious.

Does she have a complex?

If so, I want to comfort her. I want to tell her how attractive she is.

Ah, but I’m not good at comforting. It’s because I grew up in an environment where I lacked empathy…

I rolled my eyes, decided on a line, and approached Yoo Ji-eun.

“U-unnie, you’re cute!”

I said, suddenly standing in front of Yoo Ji-eun.

Her eyes met mine. She was holding something.

She was holding a B-cup bra.

Yoo Ji-eun stared at me blankly and asked.

“Yes?”