episode_0152

Kim Dae-yoon considered himself truly fortunate.

It seemed that Jung Da-young was not greatly affected even after his identity was revealed, and the broadcast continued smoothly.

Well, even if there were no intentions of doing full-cam broadcasts in the future, it didn’t matter to him.

There was no meaning in having screenshots, clips, or videos of someone he could see in person every day at school.

“But is the recording going well right now?”

There was absolutely no ulterior motive. Recording for editing is precious.

When Jung Da-young’s face appeared on the screen for the first time, Kim Ji-hwan’s phone quickly buzzed with a message. It was none other than Kim Ji-hwan who had sent the message after watching the broadcast.

-“Crazy, did you see that? Wow… Who would have thought that the mysterious guy was a student from our school. Now that I think about it, the evidence that the mysterious guy was Jung Da-young is coming to mind. If it weren’t for today’s accident, I probably wouldn’t have known until graduation.”

Well, that’s probably true. Even though they lived in the same apartment complex, Kim Ji-hwan didn’t even suspect it. Even his mother wasn’t completely sure and had some doubts, so it would have been even harder for Kim Ji-hwan to notice.

“By the way, Jung Da-young’s mother? Isn’t she really pretty? There’s no other celebrity like her. Not only does she have a great figure, but she’s really… I want to see her in person. You said you live in the same apartment complex, right? Have you actually seen her?”

Kim Ji-hwan thought that they only lived in the same apartment complex as Jung Da-young. He probably didn’t even consider that Jung Da-young lived right below his house.

As Kim Dae-yoon pondered what to do, he organized his thoughts and replied.

“I’ve seen Jung Da-young a few times in the apartment complex, and I saw his mother yesterday too. I thought she was his sister, seriously. Who would think she’s his mom just by looking at her face?”

“True. That’s right. But, it’s really fascinating.”

“Yeah. But well, I mean, as far as I know, among the third-year students watching the mysterious guy’s broadcast in school, there are probably only you and me. I don’t know what will happen with the increasing number of viewers.”

Although Kim Dae-yoon was closest to Kim Ji-hwan, he leaned more towards the introverted side while Kim Ji-hwan was more extroverted. In other words, he was more of an insider.

When he asked why Kim Ji-hwan had no contact with Jung Da-young, he replied.

“He told me not to look at trees that are too tall. Honestly, when someone is that good-looking, it’s hard to even approach them.”

“That’s true.”

While Kim Dae-yoon and Kim Ji-hwan were talking, the broadcast continued.

“What’s with the ‘ding-dong-ding-dong’? There’s no special product inside. The price goes up because there’s no separate product. It’s a product designed for college students to have affordable meals. Huh? If I talk about this, won’t all my personal information be exposed? Hmm… Well, what could happen if there’s nothing going on?”

“Setting up flags as if she might be the room host’s mom, that’s a skill.”

“Why is ‘mom’ in the top 5 last words for men? How did Nam Gung-hyung come up with that?”

“‘What could happen if there’s nothing going on?’ That statement is a direct ‘job abandonment’ if there’s nothing behind it!”

“Oh, well, anyway, when a new meal kit product comes out, our company’s name and location will be revealed anyway. Oh, what does the lady do? Food development. If you have any questions related to that, I’ll answer. Even though I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

“Mom. Those kinds of stories should be kept hidden and revealed later on when we create a new YouTube channel and reach a certain number of subscribers for a celebratory Q&A session.”

(Note: The text in brackets [] indicates comments made by viewers during the broadcast.)

“Oh, really? Hehe. Then I’ll cancel that question. Instead, ask me something else you’re curious about. Huh? Is it really comfortable to wear a mic? Well, ajummas (middle-aged women) are used to wearing them. I don’t know about other people. Oh, why is your voice so nice? Is that so? Anyway, thank you.”

At first, the broadcast that was just making me anxious seemed to become more comfortable and I felt more adept at handling it as time passed.

“What’s ‘Ofanmu’? Oh… it’s short for ‘What color panties are you wearing today?’? I see. That friend needs to take a chill pill. Have a good time. Is there really someone who answers when you ask that kind of question? Oh, there is? Wow… kids these days are really open-minded. Oh, me…”

“Stop! Don’t say that! Seriously, my mom is learning all sorts of weird things because of you guys. If my mom gets a bad impression of internet broadcasts, it could make it difficult for me to do broadcasts too. Everyone needs to realize that and be careful about what they say, right?”

*Ding!* (A meme with the caption ‘Did you think before you spoke?’)

“Oh, thank you for the 3,000 won. Yes. Think before you speak, kids. Your head is not a hat rack.”

“What? Let’s play the simultaneous talking game? Hmm… that might be fun.”

Before we knew it, the broadcast had already been going on for 2 hours, but it didn’t seem like it was going to end anytime soon with this rare collaboration. Of course, as a viewer, it was a great situation, but Kim Daeyoon couldn’t help but feel anxious about when his mom might open the door and come in.

Well, since it’s come to this, I should check on my parents’ reaction while I go to the bathroom.

With that thought in mind, Kim Daeyoon unplugged his earphones and left the room.

**

“What is Jo Rang’s favorite food? One, two, three! Dakgalbi!”

“Dakgalbi!”

[Ah, this was too easy.]

[Is this all you got, Jollangdan? My Zero Two is on the line right now, does this level make sense?]

[But hey, we have to protect Zero Two.]

When Nayoung and I gave the same answer, the chat room buzzed with excitement.

It was a game suggested by a viewer at first, the simultaneous talking game. It was all fun and games until someone else suggested that there should be a penalty for getting it wrong.

After considering various suggestions, they made a roulette wheel and spun it. The word ‘Zero Two’ was selected, and when asked what it meant, they simply said to show a video without saying anything.

It was a woman in revealing clothing, raising both arms and placing her hands on the back of her head, swaying her hips from side to side to the rhythm. It was a repetitive dance-like movement, more like exercise, and I didn’t understand the significance of it, but judging by the chat room’s reaction when ‘Zero Two’ was selected, they seemed very satisfied.

So, with three chances, if you got it wrong even once, you had to immediately do the penalty.

“Alright, the second one passed! Now, only one more left. If you pass this one, we’ll spin the penalty roulette again and repeat the process three times.”

[I don’t know who will get caught this time, but let’s raise the difficulty as much as possible, right?]

[What about the physics of Mamang’s Zero Two? Aren’t you curious about how the laws of physics work?]

They’ve been talking about physics, midnies (I thought it was a reference to American dramas at first), mammatongs (a euphemism for breast milk that sounds more vulgar than intended, perhaps due to my mood? Of course, the viewer who mentioned it immediately banned Nayoung), and…

“Do you guys really like breasts that much? Well, of course, I’m not saying I don’t understand.”

Of course, I understand. Honestly, even my ex-wife had an unusual size that was D cup or larger, and I was somewhat proud of that fact.

It used to be mine. But now, thinking about something that is no longer mine, a deep sigh escaped me.

“Mom sighs because of you guys! No more chest talk from now on!”

[But! Since we can’t see your face, all we can see is that.]

[We’re not bad to begin with….]

“So, what, are you saying our mom did something wrong?”

“Ah, Mom is fine. I just had a brief distraction. Anyway, we should pick the last question.”

After calming down Da-yeong, I quickly selected a viewer to ask the next question through a lottery.

“Alright, the next question will be from the user ‘Protecting Mama!’ Are you here?”

Just by looking at the username, it was clear that they were part of the “Protecting Mama” group (the users who started calling themselves the “Protecting Mama” group after seeing Mama’s chest).

[Me? Oh my god!]

[Ha, of course it had to be someone from the Protecting Mama group. Don’t you know this is the Jo-rang-i broadcast? Get out.]

[Sigh, how boring. Let’s finish quickly and move on to the next punishment roulette.]

Judging by the atmosphere, the users were already resigned and waiting to move on to the next punishment.

“Alright, Protecting Mama… Wait, why does it feel like you’ve stolen my fandom? This is totally NTR….”

[Host, get a hold of yourself! Don’t teach weird things to Protecting Mama!]

“This girl is totally taking advantage of us, right?”

“Let’s move on. She’s still a kid.”

“Kid? Where do you see a kid? I only see a woman with the will of D on my screen.”

“Compared to the will of I, the will of D is….”

As expected, the Protecting Mama group quickly shifted the conversation to chest talk once the reins were loosened.

“Alright, since I started blabbering first this time, let’s move on quietly. Hehe. Anyway, Protecting Mama, what question would you like to ask?”

“I’ll go with an easy one. Since the previous question was about Jo-rang-i’s favorite food, this time, what is Mama’s favorite food?”

“That’s the question. Hehe, this is easy. Let’s go. One, two, three!”

“Rice soup!”

“Spicy hot pot.”

Huh?

[Oh no, Mom ㅠㅜ]

“I got this wrong? This is totally out of character….”

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Ah… No, Mom always said that eating hot rice soup made her feel energized.”

Oh, yes, there was a time like that. Yes. I definitely loved rice soup. Until about 6 months… no, just 3 months ago.

But.

“I’ve been eating a lot of spicy hot pot as a reference for food development lately, and I’ve become addicted to it. So, it changed to spicy hot pot recently. These days, spicy food tastes so good. But I’m disappointed. Our daughter doesn’t even know her mom’s favorite food.”

“No, how… how did I know about the recent change? And why are you so casual about it? It’s not me who’s supposed to do the punishment, it’s Mom.”

Ah, I see.

[Argh!!!! Mama’s zero two!!]

“Let’s go!!!!”

“No, at this point, did you just deliberately get it wrong because you wanted to be punished?”

“Whatever, I’ll just watch Mama’s zero two.”

Perhaps it was the joy of being chosen for the punishment (by the Protecting Mama group). The chat window, which was rapidly rising, eventually exploded.

“Oh? The chat window stopped.”