Chapter 14: Save Me Racoon

Unlike other kids these days, Choi Bom rarely uses the internet.

She claims that she doesn’t have time for such things because she has had a firm dream and goal of becoming an actress since she was a child.

The general consensus is that after appearing in her first drama and seeing a comment slandering her by chance when she searched for people’s reactions, she was shocked and started to view the internet negatively.

As a result, Choi Bom was a little behind on recent trends, and compared to children who overuse internet terms, she was often evaluated as being considerably more mature in terms of language and mindset.

That same Choi Bom was lying on her bed, fiddling with her phone.

The phone, which was used only for calls, finally displayed the internet screen.

‘Why does she want me to watch this…. Is she a bit of a delinquent, despite her looks?’

The small child I saw at the broadcasting station.

That child, who said her name was Seo Sua, asked her to do something instead of keeping her secret about what she said to her uncle.

It would have been better if she had asked for money or things.

But of all things, she’s asking me to watch internet broadcasts……

Isn’t internet broadcasting a collection of unhealthy and immoral acts, only pursuing stimulating things?

Choi Bom took a deep breath and entered the YouTube channel that Seo Sua had told her about.

She said it was edited from a broadcast and uploaded in short clips or something.

Judging by the fact that the video displayed on the main page has over 1 million views, it seemed to be popular with people.

‘Then…, I guess I should watch the most popular one?’

She didn’t specifically tell me which one to watch.

She played the video with the highest number of views, which had a ridiculous thumbnail.

‘Well, the video is neat. YouTube quality is good these days?’

‘Is she broadcasting with a picture? But people watch it? Is she a voice actor?”

‘She’s playing a game…. I don’t know much about games. Ah, but I can understand it.’

For her, who only subscribed to animal videos or re-run channels of broadcasting stations on YouTube, a YouTuber of a no-cam game broadcaster was a genre she had never seen before.

Therefore, she might have felt a little reluctant, but the smooth cut editing didn’t make her feel that way.

Moreover, unlike what she expected, there was no dancing with her chest exposed or any violent scenes.

There was occasional swearing due to excitement, but it was censored with subtitles and filtering, so it didn’t feel offensive.

No, rather, those parts seemed to show the raw, unfiltered nature, unlike TV broadcasts, which was a little more……

The video ended.

A slightly exciting outro music flowed out, and recommended videos and information about the broadcaster were displayed.

“…Shall I watch just one more.”

It was too different from what I thought.

It wouldn’t be right to judge after watching just one.

Let’s watch just one more.

Her finger naturally moved to the next video.

Even if you’re going to judge, you should at least watch two, right?

“…Ah, I still don’t know.”

Next video.

Next video.

Next video.

Next video.

And the next video.

Heuk, keuheup.”

She covered her mouth with her hand and stifled her laughter.

Another video ended like that.

Next video….

Huh?

‘What, there are no more?’

As soon as she realized that there were no more videos, her eyes widened.

She felt a sense of disappointment and an unknown throbbing in her chest.

‘Maybe I was looking at it too negatively….’

She had enjoyed it too much.

It was a completely different kind of fun from TV variety shows.

So this is why people like it.

Now she had no choice but to acknowledge it.

She reflected on how she had thought of internet broadcasting as vulgar, and looked at the time to see if it was time to sleep.

And she paused.

‘Huh, wait a minute. Is it already 3 o’clock?!’

Time had flown by.

She had stayed up four hours past her bedtime.

The dopamine from the non-stop fun had erased her fatigue and time.

‘It’s a big deal, I have to get up at 7!’

She hurriedly covered herself with a blanket and closed her eyes.

But of course, once her heart started racing, it wouldn’t stop, and the fun scenes kept lingering in her mind.

‘I’m tired…….’

Eventually, Choi Bom barely woke up at 7 o’clock and started her schedule for the day, staggering.

‘Internet broadcasts… I need to cut back………’

Feeling exhausted enough to collapse, she truly thought so.

Horo, I watched Senior Bom on TV while drinking cocoa.

In a typical romantic comedy drama, Senior Bom played the childhood role of the protagonist.

The screen was unusually in the first-person perspective.

From the male protagonist’s point of view, Senior Bom, who was a little younger than now, says tearfully.

-Then, are we not going to see each other anymore..?

-I’m sorry…, it’s because of me that you………

-Promise me, let’s meet again when we’re adults. And let’s do everything we couldn’t. Let’s eat ice cream together, play jacks together,      read comics together, so, so………….

-So, please don’t forget me…?

The two young protagonists link their little fingers with their small hands.

Senior Bom, letting the trickling teardrops fall, smiles with difficulty.

As if she wants to show a smile, not tears, for the last time to her loved one.

As if to show that this separation is not the end of eternity but a wait for a reunion.

The screen, which started from the first-person perspective of the male protagonist, becomes blurred with tears, and when he closes and opens his eyes, the scene changes.

A different place from before.

The faded wallpaper has turned into clean white, and the old furniture has been replaced with stylish ones.

The protagonist, who woke up from bed, slowly walks to the mirror from a higher perspective.

And the scene ends with a third-person perspective of the adult male protagonist with a single stream of tears.

‘That’s amazing.’

That kind of impression came naturally.

Firstly, Senior Bom’s acting.

It was acting that made me understand why she was so proud.

Moreover, she was someone whom Mister himself called a genius.

In the flashback, the male protagonist does not appear since it’s in the first-person perspective.

Therefore, the camera only shows the female protagonist, so the gaze is inevitably focused on her.

Even so, rather than being awkward, it created a tremendous sense of immersion and completed the delicate emotional control.

And the second thing I thought was amazing was the directing.

‘The first-person perspective was quite bold, but it was made naturally.’

First-person perspective is not used very often in video media.

At best, it’s used in movies or games to enhance the realism of action scenes, but it’s almost non-existent in dramas.

This is because the absence of the protagonist in dramas, where the emotional line is important, makes it difficult to build up emotions.

‘Was this possible because of Senior Bom’s acting too?’

The acting of the two people needed to build up the emotional line was done solely by the female protagonist, who was the only one captured on screen.

If Senior Bom’s acting was even slightly lacking, this flashback scene would have been awkward.

‘Is this what they call a real genius.’

And the PD’s directing, which maximized the acting of such a genius, was also amazing.

“Why are you watching a drama instead of a broadcast?”

Mister, who had just finished showering, came out to the living room, towel-drying his hair.

His body was not completely dry, and water droplets were wetting the floor, but as if he didn’t care, Mister flopped down on the sofa.

“Put some clothes on, please.”

“I’m wearing pants. Can’t I even do this in my own house? I didn’t even wear pants when you weren’t here.”

“…That was information I didn’t need to know.”

“So why the drama? Ah, this is the one with Choi Bom. Were you concerned?”

“Yes, well….

Since we’re going to be friendly, I thought I should know a little about her.”

Come to think of it, I told Senior Bom to watch the video I edited as a half-threat, but did she watch it?

I said that to change Senior Bom’s perception of internet broadcasting.

Even if it’s not her taste, I hope her perception has changed.

While I was thinking that, Mister’s hand, which was shaking water in all directions, stopped, and he raised his head.

“Ah, right. I forgot, but it came.”

“What did?”

“The microphone I ordered last time. It came this morning, but I forgot.”

“Oh.”

Now I can talk to Osorin.

It would have been simple if I had a cell phone, but I don’t.

I can’t borrow Mister’s cell phone every time.

Even if I wanted to buy one, I met the conditions for YouTube monetization, but it takes almost two months for it to come into my account.

I should install the microphone first and let Osorin know.

“Where is it?”

“I already installed it while you were sleeping. Go take a look.”

“It’s not an expensive microphone, is it?”

“Yeah, I got one under 100,000 won because you kept nagging me about it.”

“100,000 won is still expensive…”

It seemed best to leave these things to someone with expertise, so I left it to Mister.

While advising him not to buy anything expensive.

I glared suspiciously at the nonchalant Mister and entered the room.

It was the same room as usual, but something new was added to the desk.

A microphone floating in the air and a microphone arm holding it.

Yeah, a microphone arm is fine since it allows you to use the desk widely.

But……

“Unless my eyes are deceiving me…. Why is there an audio interface on my desk? And a Babyface at that…?”

“If the sound quality is bad during a call, it’s hard for the other person. And if other sounds get in, it’s uncomfortable for both. This is basic if you’re going to study sound.”

“No, but a Babyface….”

A device that allows you to adjust the sound quality of the microphone more cleanly and precisely, an audio interface.

An audio interface, for short.

Among them, the Babyface product is for professionals, so it’s quite expensive.

Of course, it’s cheap among professional audio interfaces, but it’s still expensive.

Even if you get a cheap microphone, with the microphone arm, it’s roughly around 1 million won……

As I glared at Mister with an absurd expression, Mister said slyly.

“I got the microphone for cheap, didn’t I?”

“…I’ll pay you back later.”

“Forget it, think of it as an investment. And if you’re in this industry, there will come a day when you’ll definitely use good equipment. Think of that time and just use it.”

I had no idea when I would ever use this professional audio interface, but since Mister said so, I had nothing more to say.

…Honestly, I wanted to try it out too.

I muttered in a small voice.

“Thank you…….”

“If you’re thankful, get dressed so we can go out.”

“Go out… Why…?”

“I need to make you exercise.”

“Oh, I want to see the performance of the equipment I received today….”

“If you don’t come out, I’ll take it back.”

I was planning to watch a drama as soon as I woke up today, edit, and lie down all day!

Damn it!

•

I barely supported my trembling legs and came back, leading my exhausted body to the shower to be hit by hot water.

The stiff muscles relaxed in real-time, and it felt like they were being tenderized like meat in apple juice.

Now I’ve become natural at using the bathroom and washing with this body.

Considering that I used to hold it in until the limit because I didn’t want to go to the bathroom or wash at first, I’ve made a lot of progress.

I even got hit by the bullies for smelling bad.

“Ugh…, this feels good….”

I barely resisted the urge to fall asleep while being hit by the water and took my warmed body out of the shower and dried my long hair with a hairdryer.

I realized why it takes women so long to wash.

Now I’m a little skilled at drying my long hair that reaches my waist.

Then I threw the clothes I wore and the towel into the laundry basket and went into the room and turned on the computer.

I have to edit today’s video, after all.

Ding-

The Discord notification rang just as Windows had fully booted up.

The only person who would send me a message was Osorin, so I went into the chat, wondering what was going on.

In the chat, Osorin said urgently.

[ Osorin]: Save me, Raccoon!

[Osorin] : Help!!!