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“Come on in, everyone.”

– “What the hell is going on today??”

– “What’s the concept?”

– “???”

– “What the hell kind of room is this?”

– “I’ll go in right away, so please just stop!”

“Um, just a moment.”

With the broadcast running without any explanation, it seems the viewers are getting quite confused.

Well, I guess at least a minimal explanation is necessary.

I pulled up a notepad on the streaming screen.

But what should I say?

I can’t just say, “Actually, I’m the actor Kim Soo-hyun, and I’m currently filming a variety show”—that’d be too direct…

I need to phrase it suitably.

Hmm…

After pondering for a moment with the notepad open, I typed a sentence.

[It’s a concept of playing a game with a friend.]

Thinking about it, is there really a need to elaborate?

Once the variety show airs, they’ll understand why it’s like this anyway.

– “???”

– “Why that kind of concept…?”

– “What is this???”

– “This guy is doing something weird again, damn.”

The viewers seem unable to understand, but I don’t really care.

I figured they’d just adapt as I play through it.

It’s better than not turning it on at all, right?

So, I went ahead and simply started the game without any further words.

– “What do you mean by come in?”

– “Damn, I thought you were doing a viewer participation!”

– “Please do viewer participation!”

– “Damn, isn’t that game awful??”

Then the chat exploded with curses as they watched the running game.

What’s going on?

I thought I’d play Romance of the Three Kingdoms again since it’s been a while.

“Why? Do you want to play a different game?”

– “Yeah, damn!”

– “If you’re going to keep the concept, do viewer participation.”

Hmm…

Thinking about it, the point of broadcasting is to communicate with the viewers, but isn’t just talking to myself while reading the chat a basic part of it?

Having a single-player game and pretending to talk with a friend for hours would surely be quite awkward.

It feels like it’d be better to run the broadcast while actually talking to people.

“Well, okay then.”

That’s why I logged into Discord first.

Next, I entered the Celestial Realm group chat and typed a message.

“Let’s gather more people.”

[First three people to log in get in! 1/4]

– “?????”

– “Damn, play with us!”

– “A collab doesn’t sound bad, rightㅇㅇ”

– “Why aren’t you doing viewer participation??”

The viewer participation… is just way too luck-based, right?

It’s a bit ambiguous for the current concept, so I decided to call the members of the Celestial Realm instead.

Well, if no one shows up, I might consider the viewer participation…

Ding! Ding! Ding!

There were a whopping 18 members from the first to third generation.

Plus, since it was just the right time of evening, the seats filled up quickly.

“Others are arriving soon too.”

– “Wow!”

– “Damn, they’re gathering immediately.”

– “This is the King of the Celestial Realm…”

Moreover, this is a call from Miro, the king of the first generation.

It’s only natural for other members to respond to the call and gather.

“I’ll invite you all.”

The members who came together included Anna, a collab maniac, and juniors from the second generation, Seolha and Haeil.

I invited them to the game and wrote in the anti-hate chat room about the situation.

[(Me) – I’m currently filming an observational variety show, but secretly streaming while pretending to play a game with a friend.]

[(Anna) – ???]

[(Seolha) – Huh? What?]

[(Haeil) – Uh?]

[(Me) – Just play the game like usual.]

They seemed confused by my words, but I didn’t have anything more to explain.

It’s just one of those things.

Anyhow, that settled it, and the four-person log was completed in an instant.

To begin with, Log is quite a famous game, and as streamers have been playing it more often lately, the others besides me had some level of skill.

“Shall we do competitive matches?”

[Uh… sure.]

[Competitive sounds good.]

[There will be a lot of snipers, is that alright?]

Snipers… well, there probably will be.

“Everyone, hide your screens… Oh, wait a minute.”

I was about to tell them to hide their screens, but then I realized the cameras were still rolling and typed in the chat.

[Ah, okay.]

[We’ll cover it.]

[I’m not streaming.]

“Oh really?”

In the meantime, Haeil wasn’t streaming.

It’s strange, considering this collab with Miro, yet she’s not streaming.

Did she really just come to play games?

– “Haeil, please turn on your stream!”

– “Please stream!!”

– “Haeil, please…”

Perhaps that’s why my broadcast chatroom was filled with Haeil’s fans making a fuss.

Well, this is quite something.

Come to think of it, aren’t the second generation’s two-year anniversary celebrations happening soon?

The fandom has definitely grown bigger and stronger.

The third generation is also celebrating its one-year anniversary, and it seems the first generation will hit three years right after my concert—it really has been quite a long time broadcasting.

[I’ve covered everything!]

[I’ve covered it too, so we can start now.]

“Alright then, let’s start.”

Anyway, since everyone was ready, I pressed the start button for the game.

Slightly.

Then, I glanced at the camera mounted on the wall.

It was capturing above me beautifully.

…I’m feeling a bit nervous about this.

I hope the door to the soundproof booth isn’t reflecting the monitor or anything.

It wouldn’t be a problem if the game screen were shown, but if the OBS screen beside it is visible, that would be quite troublesome.

Well, anyway…

– “How long has it been since the collab? Haha.”

– “Wow, a group collab!”

– “Finally shooting guns, damn~”

– “If today’s stream is already this packed, it’s awesome! Haha.”

The viewers seem to be enjoying it, which is great.

I’m also preferring to stream like this rather than playing alone.

Thus, I continued the game stream while managing to keep the concept intact.

**

Late at night.

After wrapping up the surprise broadcast, I stepped out to wash my face in the living room and saw the cameraman playing with Bok-sil for quite some time.

Did he come out waiting for me?

…But why does it feel like Bok-sil likes that cameraman more than me?

What a faithless creature.

“Are you off work?”

“Ah, I should be now. Are you done with the game?”

“Yeah, well… we played for quite a while, right?”

“…It did take a bit longer than expected.”

Now that it’s time for me to sleep, the cameraman finished his job and was ready to go home, while I also completed my face-washing routine and fell asleep.

The next day.

I slowly opened my eyes late in the morning.

Today, unlike yesterday, I had no schedule in the morning, so I slept in for a change.

“Yawn…”

After a simple yawn, I turned my head and noticed that the cameraman was nowhere to be seen.

…Where did he go?

I guess someone else will be filming on the second day.

Feeling slightly curious, I stepped out to the living room and saw the cameraman right there.

“Hey.”

…Once again, the cameraman was playing with Bok-sil, who was all over him.

Both yesterday and today, the cameraman was completely smitten by Bok-sil.

Bok-sil was enjoying the new person and rubbing against him too.

…Seeing that scene makes my lips curl into a little pout.

It feels a bit annoying.

After spending over two years together, wouldn’t he save that behavior for me at least?

I guess it’s time to re-establish who’s top dog in this house.

Thus, with a thud, I made my presence known by walking confidently to where Mrs. Jang was playing with Bok-sil alongside the cameraman.

“What’s up, you woke up?”

“Yeah, just now.”

Startled by my voice while talking to Mrs. Jang, the cameraman abruptly stood up, but I didn’t mind and continued speaking to Mrs. Jang.

“Where’s Bok-sil’s leash?”

“What? Are you going to take him on a walk?”

It’s been ages since I last did any discipline, and today seemed like a good day to take Bok-sil out for a stroll.

“Is that so? It’s over there by the entrance.”

“Got it.”

I walked over to where Mrs. Jang pointed and grabbed the leash.

Then I approached Bok-sil, who was still clinging to the cameraman’s leg.

This little white furball that anyone of any age would love was so excited that the cameraman didn’t know what to do with himself, yet he had a smile on his face.

“Bok-sil?”

As I got closer, Bok-sil suddenly stopped moving.

And then…

*Grrr*

Bok-sil furrowed her brow at the cameraman, who had just been playing with her.

…What’s with this attitude?

How grumpy is this little one?

Yeah, it makes sense she’s a bit upset since I haven’t taken her for a walk.

Let’s see how long she will keep this up.

I revealed the leash I had hidden behind me.

Even if she throws a fit, there’s no way she can refuse the walk.

Just look at her now.

As soon as she saw the leash, her growling stopped, and she just stared at it dumbfounded.

“Ha ha.”

Huh? Is she not registering this?

And then…

“Give me that.”

“Hmm? Here.”

As I presented a treat to Mrs. Jang, the change in Bok-sil’s expression was immediate.

Panting.

With her tongue out, she adopted a submissive position.

She looked like she fell under a hypnosis app with that demeanor, and I tied the leash around her.

After that, I simply washed my face lightly and gathered the waste bags near the entrance, getting ready to head out.

I dressed in the tracksuit I had received as a sponsorship and put on a hat.

And then, putting on some sunglasses completed my walking outfit.

“Alright, let’s go.”

I stepped outside with Bok-sil in tow.

Next, I casually walked past the small yard and opened the main gate, entering the alley in front of the house.

Every time I see it, I can’t help but think how narrow the front of the house is.

I feel like it would be troublesome for Park Kang-seok every time he parks his car.

Anyhow, I took my time walking down the narrow alley.

Since it’s been a while since I walked, I thought I should make it a longer one.

Panting.

Bok-sil was happily leading the way ahead of me.

“Do you like it that much?”

Should I have been taking her for walks more often?

After all, Mrs. Jang takes her out every day.

On days when she can’t take her out, Bok-sil seems to have a good time just being in the yard.

I can’t help but think Bok-sil’s probably living her best dog life.

“Come on, let’s go this way.”

I aimed for the nearby walking trail first.

There’s a small hill near the house, so I thought of taking the trail and climbing it as I walked.

There’s light exercise equipment near the middle, so I could do some light workout there and descend afterward.

So, walking along the trail with Bok-sil joyfully bounding around…

“Hmm? Soo-hyun?”

I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

“Uh oh.”

I recognized that voice instantly, which had a slightly unique tone.

So, startled, I turned around.

“What are you doing here? Oh, it’s Bok-sil!”

What came into view was a tall girl with long hair.

Momentarily frozen by seeing a woman taller than most nearby men.

“Uh…”

At that moment, I glanced at the cameraman behind me.

Then, the girl—not a woman, Maho—was startled to see the large camera.

“…Ah, I mistook you for someone else. My bad.”

She awkwardly mumbled and turned around, and I sighed.

She probably just realized I’m filming or something.

“…This is way too awkward. I’ll be asking for some editing later.”

“Ahaha…”

I couldn’t hold back and said that.

…Looks like I already have two points requesting edits.

This is an observational variety show, and yet there are so many things to censor in this one.

I wonder if the broadcasting company will record this.

 

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