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Seo Seol-ha, the proud second-year student of the Celestial Realm Project and a rookie just making her debut, was about to lose her mind.

“Why on earth!”

It was because her senior, Miro, who was like the sky, had come to her room and sat down during her broadcast!

Her broadcasts were notorious even among the second-year students of the Celestial Realm.

Hadn’t some of them experienced her broadcast themselves? To those students, Miro’s viewers were terrifying creatures just by the thought.

As soon as there was a chance, swearing in the chat was a given, and they were always looking for a chance to spot a broadcast failure, ready to pounce and execute at a moment’s notice.

Setting the chat ablaze was the least of their concerns, and they hardly listened to anyone.

Of course, that’s why Miro shone even brighter among them.

It’s not easy to focus on your own thing while the chat is on fire.

Gaining applause and popularity for that was even more challenging.

“Uh, um.”

Seol-ha managed to calm down a bit.

Wasn’t Miro the one who helped her during her debut broadcast?

With just a single word, she had suppressed the chat that was about to flare up.

From the moment she saw that charisma, Seol-ha pledged her loyalty to Miro.

So, she could endure this…!

No, in fact, she even thought it was an opportunity to impress her senior…!

Moreover, there was still a significant difference between the viewers of the first-year students and the second-year students.

Just having a big broadcaster like Miro present would surely help Seol-ha’s growth.

It might not be, but anyway, she decided to think positively.

“This, this one’s better on the left?”

(Miro) – Hmm… isn’t the right one better?

That was before Miro’s serious chatting began.

“Oh, no, left is….”

(Miro) – Haha, just do what Seol-ha feels comfortable with, but honestly, the right one is much better melodically and lyrically, but still, it’s a matter of personal preference, hehe.

“Oh, on second thought, I think the right might be better.”

(Miro) – Oh come on, you should go with your conviction and choose the left.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Seol-ha had experienced university life, but she’d never dealt with this kind of situation.

She was hardly used to her senior’s behavior like this.

“Then, then I’ll go with the left.”

Seol-ha thought the song she just heard felt more right on the left.

It had a somewhat lyrical quality that reminded her of winter, tickling her heart.

However.

(Miro) – Ah, you’re really choosing this (flustered).

It seemed like it wasn’t what her sky-like senior preferred.

“Uh, um….”

As Seol-ha was flustered at Miro’s chat.

(Miro) – Just kidding, hehe.

Miro typed again.

At this point, Seol-ha could realize one thing.

She figured out why Miro was adept at managing and responding to her viewers.

It was because she was just like them, so she understood well.

Heroes recognize heroes.

Tough individuals acknowledge one another!

(Miro) – The left was nice too, hehe.

“Right? Right?”

Thus, Seol-ha proceeded with the K-pop ideal type World Cup, unable to shake off her senior’s presence.

But then….

“What about this one?”

(Miro) – Don’t ask me, just choose what you’re comfortable with, Seol-ha.

“Oh, I guess that’s what I should do?”

(Miro) – But if you really insist on asking, I think the left song gives off more of an idol vibe, so it’s nice to me. But it’s your choice, I’m just saying I prefer the left, hehe.

“Ahaha, I, I think so too.”

(Miro) – Don’t lie. The right is better, isn’t it?

…Should I just throw it all away?

No, wait.

This is all for my benefit.

The number of viewers is continuing to rise after all.

(Miro) – Just take it easy, hehe.

…Could it be?

From then on, Seol-ha stubbornly continued the World Cup in line with her own convictions.

It was incredibly burdensome and nerve-wracking, but…

She had heard something from the general manager, right?

After being kicked out of Miro’s broadcast as a group last time and contacting the manager, she had been told:

“You really don’t need to worry about Miro’s actions that much.”

At the time, she had retorted, “How can you not care about a senior?” but now she felt she kind of understood what it meant.

But still….

(Miro) – Hmm… the right one is a bit bland, you know?

How can I not care about that?

Moreover….

– Real talk.

– That’s a bit much, isn’t it?

– LMAO.

– Miro is probably right.

The viewers, clearly not first-year students, sided with Miro.

Are they just making fun of me?

Already, she was starting to worry if the viewers were developing bad habits, but for now, she decided to calmly continue with the broadcast.

“Okay, next up.”

This song was quite similar for both. The left was an upbeat male idol song, and the right was a cheerful female idol song.

…Actually, the left song just released was from Beastz, a boy group that Seol-ha somewhat liked.

They were an idol everyone would know if they followed boy groups at all.

She listened to their songs regularly and even had a favorite member among them, but….

What would Miro think, though?

“Ahaha, the left one is good, right?”

She said that after listening to the whole song.

It was a genuine compliment, not made up.

– Real talk.

– It’s quite good.

– Hmm… is that all it’s got?

– Nice song.

– Hmm, can we stop with this? It’s really bothering me, ugh.

The viewers’ reactions were also decent.

However, half of Seol-ha’s mind was focused on Miro.

She had been told to do things her way, but she couldn’t help but care.

But then.

“Excuse me? What does Miro think?”

Even when she asked what Miro thought, no chat messages came in.

What is this? A new pattern?

She briefly contemplated whether this was another form of bullying, but Seol-ha’s worries were swiftly alleviated by the chat.

– Miro logged off, LMAO.

– Already left.

– Where did she go?

“What, what? She left?”

She, left?

Without a single word?

After stirring me around like this??

Seol-ha, half skeptical, ventured into the manager’s list.

If Miro had the authority, she should really be on this list…

“She really left, huh?”

– Yup, LMAO.

– What the?

– Where’d she go??

“Ha, ha, ha.”

At this point, it was just absurd.

Well, at least that’s a relief?

Seol-ha comfortably chose a Beastz song now, thinking inwardly that she hoped she wouldn’t come back.

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Seol-ha hurriedly escaped from the broadcast.

Helping her junior with the ideal type World Cup, and suddenly a friend’s song comes up.

What a crazy coincidence!

Well, she had expected it to some extent since they started the K-pop World Cup.

“Phew, that was substantial.”

– True it was intense.

– But Seol-ha, you’re cute, LOL.

– Teasing the junior is kind of fun.

– Next up, let’s go!

“Where’s the next one? If the objective is accomplished, that’s good enough.”

These people… If I say that, it makes it seem like I’m genuinely bullying my junior.

More than that….

“Our Haeil is currently gaming?”

Oh no, now I really want to quit, but if I see something like that…

– LMAO.

– Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.

“We even played that game before, right?”

By chance, Haeil was playing the game she had broadcasted last time.

What a coincidence.

“The difficulty is pretty high… I guess my junior would be in quite the bind?”

– For real, right?

– She’ll need her senior’s help.

– We should definitely go.

“Oh, if the viewers are saying this, as a broadcaster, how can I not go…”

Clattering.

Thus, she entered Haeil’s broadcast.

As expected, she was playing a familiar game.

(Miro) – Hello, junior.

[Oh? Miro-senpai? What brings you to such a humble place?]

Unlike Seol-ha, who was flustered, Haeil responded with high energy.

The welcome was the same, right?

(Miro) – I played the game before.

[Oh! It’s an honor! Thank you for visiting my room.]

(Miro) – Haha.

– LMAO.

– Doesn’t know her fate.

– But it’s nice to be cheerful, LOL.

– 10 minutes later: “When will she leave…?”

Haeil was playing a notorious roguelike turn-based RPG game.

Known for its notoriously high difficulty.

You know, the type where one little mistake can lead to the death of a painstakingly raised unit.

“You’re playing a hard game.”

– LMAO.

– Info: Miro played for an hour and quit.

– When are you playing again?

“When am I playing again? I already refunded it, you know?”

Indeed, she hadn’t played for an hour, but exactly an hour and a half before she refunded it.

She had probably given up due to the absurd difficulty.

She had only intended to enjoy it casually, and it turned out to be overly challenging.

– ???

– Damn.

– Ugh.

– Is this person out of her mind?

“Anyway, our junior here looks like she’s just about an hour into the game, so as a senior who has played this beforehand, I must fulfill my duty.”

– Vanguard (dead).

– Where’s your duty to continue playing as a broadcaster?

– Let’s start trolling first, yeah?

“Whoa, why a troll? Just like earlier with Seol-ha, you shouldn’t go over there and chat in that broadcast.”

When she gave comments during Seol-ha’s broadcast, she intentionally made sure to tell the viewers to not skip over it.

If her viewers from the current room stormed in and ignited the chat, that would ruin the broadcast.

As for her just going to chat a bit…

Honestly, wouldn’t that just increase the YouTube chances too?

Hmm, a senior who supports her junior’s YouTube chances; the second-years are lucky indeed.

“Alright, shall we give it a go?”

(Miro) – In my opinion, that’s not how it should be done there.

And so, she began helping Haeil’s broadcast extensively.

**

(Miro) – Well, do well on your broadcast! You’re doing even better than I am now, so I think I’ll head out.

[Oh, take care!]

– This girl’s crazy, LMAO.

– Now that she has more playtime, she’s leaving, LOL.

– Look at how her tension dropped, ugh, LOL.

– Who’s the vanguard now?

After having some fun chatting in Haeil’s broadcast, she exited back to the Dwitch lobby screen.

Ah, this is fun.

Should I invite just one more person?

In the meantime, Gan had ended her broadcast, leaving just Harbin, Seo Eun-ha, and Haeun.

Hmm….

All three are somewhat iffy.

The best among them… hmmm… Seo Eun-ha?

Would she be okay?

Well, I did see her back then, but… well, we’re not going to meet again in life.

And besides, this kind of thing should be done with enthusiasm.

Didn’t the manager mention something about collaborations?

I should get familiar with it ahead of time.

To be honest, Seo Eun-ha feels a little easier to handle compared to the other two.

So, she entered for now.

(Miro): Hello.

[Wow, Miro-senpai?]

Seo Eun-ha looked surprised when she saw the chat pop up after Miro entered.

Just by making an entrance, she was generating surprise from her juniors.

Despite it being the third time now, it still felt fresh.

More than that, the character is just…

– She looks legendary.

– Stunning.

– She’s really pretty.

– Can I steal her avatar?

“Steal? What are you talking about?”

Well… she was pretty enough that you’d want to steal her.

Especially her hair and eyes; they were works of art, let alone the quality.

“By the way, it looks like you’re playing a fun game?”

– For real.

– You should give it a go yourself.

– But can I even give critical feedback on this?

“I’ve seen other people play this before.”

She had indeed watched Seo Eun-ha playing this game before.

That’s why she had entered the broadcast.

“And anyway, opposites attract, right? I’m already a master who has unraveled the essence of simulation games, so I can give advice on other games as well.”

– ??

– What have you even unraveled?

– Info: Miro has never unified the realm in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

“Anyway.”

Despite the chatter being quite lively, she decided to ignore it and focus on Seo Eun-ha’s broadcast.

Even if she gave advice, it wouldn’t just be baseless commentary.

It had to be reasonable by her standards.

And usually, the viewer’s perspective tends to catch mistakes more easily than the player’s.

She could see some subtle mistakes now.

(Miro) – Isn’t it better to keep the left option?

Just as she was casually giving advice….

[Uh, we have a ban on giving feedback in our room!]

With those words from Seo Eun-ha, the broadcast screen went black, and the message appeared.

[You can no longer watch this broadcast.]

“Huh?”

– LMAO.

– ??

– Hahaha.

– Oh.

“Did my junior kick me out…?”

Ah.

So this is what it feels like to be kicked out.

– LMAO.

– So this is what it feels like.

– Whoa, whoa, whoa.

– Time for a gathering…?

“That’s interesting.”

It’s been a while since I’ve experienced something this uniquely amusing.

 

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