Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Moderation in All Things
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Before I knew it, two hours had slipped by as we kept snapping photos.
In that time, we'd taken hundreds of shots.
From the landscape photos I'd taken on my own, to the ones Eun-ah took of me.
And the landscapes and selfies I'd shot following Eun-ah's advice—they were all piled up in the gallery.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 'It's tough... so tough.'
This kind of sensibility doesn't come overnight.
Still, shooting together kept honing my instincts, and yeah, it was getting fun.
By the end, she even praised one of my shots right away, saying that was it. Maybe I could handle SNS on my own now?
Like always, when something comes up, go to the expert.
For SNS, Eun-ah.
'Well, she came running to me herself.'
With those thoughts, I happily flipped through the gallery, one photo at a time.
Not a single dud in the bunch.
Eun-ah said it was all because her sister was pretty, but I doubt they'd have turned out this good if I'd been alone.
As I admired them, Eun-ah struck an instructor pose beside me, hands on her hips.
"Alright, we've got all the photos for your account. Now, before posting, we're gonna cull the herd."
She looked so confident as she explained the next step.
I turned to her face, ready for tips on picking the right ones.
"Oh, right."
Eun-ah made a face like she'd forgotten something and looked at me.
"Are you using your account as public or private?"
I had no clue how to answer, so I stared blankly at the SNS account for a moment before asking back.
I know replying to a question with a question isn't polite, but blurting out something when you don't know feels ruder.
"Hmm... what's the difference?"
She nodded lightly at my question and dove into my SNS settings, showing me the options.
I perked up my ears, waiting for her to explain.
"See this setting? If it's on, anyone can see your posts, short videos, stories—everything."
I nodded.
'So that post I just uploaded is visible to everyone.'
"With it public, anyone you tag can see your stuff and leave comments."
"What’s good about that?"
"Hmm... not much, really. Well, if you blow up super popular, you get ads and make money, so that's a plus."
Of course, I don't need the money. This isn't about cash.
"So public accounts are usually for people chasing fame or chatting with like-minded folks."
I nodded, pondering it.
'Hmm...'
I know exactly what I want to do, but whether public or private? Not sure.
I started this to peep other profiles and decorate mine.
"Don't overthink it. I'm asking because it changes which photos work, depending on how you use it."
As I mulled too long, Eun-ah spoke up lightly.
"How so?"
"Lemme show you easy. What do you think of my public account?"
She showed her public profile.
Packed with business shots and her model looks.
"Like a model."
"Right? Now my private one?"
Next, her private account.
Friends pics, work snaps, goofy selfies galore.
"...Just a regular student."
"Exactly. Why do you think I run them separate?"
Not a tough question.
She's young but a working model—PR matters.
Can't blast everyday life to the world.
"To separate work and personal?"
"Not perfect, but close."
"What's the perfect answer?"
"Ta-da~ To show only my pretty side."
Totally unexpected. I stared at her, a bit dumbfounded.
"...Isn't that similar?"
"Nope! Public has work stuff mixed with selfies, restaurant pics with other models."
Looking closer, yeah—all carefully composed and edited, even the "casual" ones.
Such a simple reason.
"Hmm... makes sense."
"Right? Can't toss sloppy shots on public. That's why private exists. Why I asked you."
Hearing that made me waver more.
"It's tricky."
"No sweat. Public if you wanna brag and show off cool vibes. Private for friends only."
Crystal clear.
I let out a short sigh and eyed today's photos again.
I want to deck out my profile with these.
What's the point if no one sees the effort?
Someone will—my five loyal followers.
'That's too few. Full public feels iffy, though.'
As I brooded, Eun-ah piped up again.
"So, sis... you wanna decorate and show off, right?"
Summing up my SNS motive neatly.
"Yeah."
"Then public. Private means non-friends can't see jack—you'd have to friend-hunt like crazy."
And she handed down the perfect call.
Spot on—private kills the point of SNS.
Even if public bugs me, no reason to go private for my goals.
"Don't stress. You can switch anytime. Start public, go private if it sucks."
Hmm. Zero reasons to worry now.
She nailed it—no more fretting.
Public it is: post the brag-worthy stuff, pimp the profile.
If attention gets heavy, flip to private.
I like some eyes, not mega-fame.
Sounds weird, but I don't want my face everywhere.
'Not dying to be a celeb...'
Just hope folks glance and think, "Oh, rich girl living fun~"
Enough to keep me entertained, nothing more.
"Then... public for me."
"Yup. Public? No big settings. Oh, but weird DMs might pop—block like this..."
Decision made, she dove into specifics.
Even how to limit stories to select viewers.
Perfect—public but hide the private bits. Easy mode.
"Last: pick the gems, dump in a folder. Done!"
Long rundown later, she culled shots, made an album, moved 'em.
Do the same going forward: shoot lots, cherry-pick best here.
"Way easier posting ahead. I've spilled all I know, so no more weird posts like today's, kay?"
She eyed me with a hint of worry.
That pic sucked, sure, but that bad? I asked, a tad sulky.
"...That weird?"
"Recall my tips—check again."
Her bold voice rang as I clicked my posts.
Two shots straight outta a hiking club album.
Learning's endless.
Without her, uncle-vibe pics everywhere—no pretty profile.
Profile pic? Summit selfie, maybe.
Horrifying what-if. I shuddered, nuked every post fast.
Eun-ah beamed beside me, prouder than ever.
And then—
"So, treat your awesome lil sis to something yummy."
Cute as hell, demanding food.
She worked hard today; I learned photo and SNS mastery. Nodded easy.
"Sure, sis'll treat."
"Yesss!!"
I loaded her in the car, headed to a nearby BBQ joint. Meat's universal.
"So good!"
Watching her devour, I grinned warm.
Wonder if having a daughter feels like this.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ '...Even the good ones, no face shots.'
Posting my mug on SNS? Unthinkable.
So from our pics: my back view, me in the car head turned away.
Plus cafe food shots,
and me posed inside the cafe thanks to her.
Blasted 'em up.
Tags per lesson:
#Daily #Connect #ChillDay ...and more.
Long caption too.
Profile pic: autumn hills backdrop, her advised pose.
"...Radiant."
Suddenly clean, gorgeous.
These were her top picks from today.
Filling my profile? Proud af.
And like us, others dug 'em—likes rolling in.
Not influencer hordes like Eun-ah's, but satisfying.
Comments, followers climbing.
Wondered why SNS; now I get it.
'...Post bucket list wins here too?'
My buzzing SNS sparked a fun idea. Bound to be a blast.
But hey, attention draws creeps, right?
Eun-ah warned hate's inevitable.
Experts nail it.
Hate comments, right on cue. Several.
— Anonymous Broke bitch? What kinda chick cruises in a Carrera lol — Anonymous How cheap do you gotta be to wallpaper everything in luxury brands? And so on.
Most were "pretty," "great vibe," "which cafe?"
Hate was a tiny fraction.
No itch or rage.
Expected, and weak sauce anyway.
This attention? Kinda fun.
Jealousy vibes ain't everyday.
Just hope it doesn't escalate to knives or whatever.
'Moderation... moderation.'
Everything in moderation's best.