Meeting with God (3): Coaching Stream with HunTseung
Tseung's coaching streams were a dime a dozen, but the one that stood out head and shoulders above the rest was Tseung himself. The difference between when Hong Su-bin was coaching and when he wasn't was night and day. That was Tseung—and viewers tuned in for the thrill of watching Hong Su-bin's razor-sharp calculations play out.
Hong Su-bin was one of the longtime fans of the stream, and he'd always thought that if he ever started broadcasting, he'd coach just like that.
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The stream had barely started, yet viewers had already surged past 3,000. Unless they'd caught Cherry's content featuring Nam Ha-neul or Tseung's streams, most had no clue who she was. Still, word had spread about a stream managed by Hong Su-yeon herself, giving her a bit of recognition—no longer just a total nobody.
"Then, before we start, how about a proper introduction?"
She patted Nam Ha-neul's shoulder, who'd been nestled in her arms, and pulled back. She figured that was enough to ease the tension.
"Ah."
Of course, that was pure wishful thinking on Hong Su-yeon's part. Nam Ha-neul was far too intoxicated by the thrill and butterflies of being held to worry about the stream. Proof? Even through her makeup, her face was flushed bright red—especially her ears, still beet-red.
"Ah, n-no. Y-yeah. H-hi, everyone. I'm H-HaneulDuo, or j-just call me Haneul. I'm, uh, streaming!"
Most viewers barely batted an eye, just enjoying the sight of a cute girl on screen. Physical contact between female streamers wasn't uncommon in the scene. Of course, when the one initiating was Hong Su-yeon, it hit a little different.
In any case, Hong Su-yeon nodded and clicked her mouse, adjusting the stream layout. The screen shifted to a classic gaming setup—cam and game side by side.
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Viewers had skyrocketed, and they hadn't even queued up yet. A good chunk weren't even Korean—the stream belonged to Hong Su-yeon, the world's top midlaner with global appeal.
"Alright, shall we jump in? You good?"
"Y-yeah, sure…!"
For the coaching, Hong Su-yeon dragged her chair closer to Nam Ha-neul. Every time her hair brushed Nam Ha-neul's shoulder, the girl's heart pounded like a drum.
"What's your most-played champ?"
"Uh, l-lately… Osya. A lot."
After a bit, Nam Ha-neul started settling in, words flowing easier. Her Performance stat at 68 wasn't for show—she could steer her mouth toward what she wanted.
"Osya…? Any reason? And you're ADC."
"Um… j-just. Fun…?"
"Hmm~"
Nam Ha-neul glanced at chat and smiled. Her tier? Silver 1. Pure Osya wins had rocketed her up—Gold promotion was right around the corner. A first in her life.
"Fine by me. Osya's solid. Next game, Osya again?"
"Y-yeah."
Queue popped quick. HaneulDuo locked in Osya. Ally support: Thunder Gambler Zenowa—a luck-based lightning shooter with random effects. Good rolls made her strong, but balance kept highs and lows close.
"Not bad with Osya. Solid poke from range."
"Y-yeah."
"Start solo. I'll watch laning."
Hong Su-yeon leaned back, fingers steepled, head tilted. Hair fell aside, revealing her alluring face—chat exploded.
Enemy ADC: White Rabbit Archer Hiraen. Support: Ironthorn Shieldbearer Delro. Hiraen pierced with range; Delro tanked and CC'd perfectly. A textbook bot duo.
"What should you watch out for?"
Hong Su-yeon wanted to check Nam Ha-neul's awareness first, not spoon-feed. Hong Su-bin's style worked for Tseung's fans, but she preferred guiding over puppeteering.
'Not fun otherwise.'
Her broadcasts ran on pure self-interest—that was her charm.
"Um… range gap's huge, and their poke's strong, so… dodge well."
Her Physical at 71 outpaced her game sense. Barely scratching the surface.
"Right, but dig deeper."
She peeked over at Nam Ha-neul farming minions. Feeling her closeness, Nam Ha-neul whiffed the whole wave.
"…? What?"
"Ah, n-no, nothing."
No excuse, but she felt it—Hong Su-yeon's breath grazing her cheek. Nam Ha-neul bit her lip, face burning, staring at the game. Had to focus.
"In this spot…"
Following Hong Su-yeon's coaching, Nam Ha-neul sorted her thoughts. Immerse in game, obey cues—tension would fade.
How did Tseung handle Hong Su-bin's coaching? Her Performance stat wasn't just talk. She mimicked Tseung's vibe internally.
"Enemy skills on cooldown, our support and Osya in good shape? Ping and dive."
"Got it!"
Osya blinked over minions. Delro raised his thorny shield—hits applied random debuffs. Nam Ha-neul dodged, diving deep on Hiraen. Zenowa's lightning followed, buffing Osya's attack and movespeed in a white flash.
"Nice. Show me what you got."
Osya closed in. Delro shielding, other skills cooling. Hiraen charging giant arrow—but too close; it'd hit instantly.
With Osya healthy, viewers expected the skill hit, then kill.
But three thought different.
'Reflect, maybe.'
Hong Su-bin first—vague hunch from prior unease.
Hong Su-yeon? Near-certain.
'She'll reflect.'
Easy for her: 0.2-second precision. Tournament-viable. But bold for anyone else—yet she trusted Nam Ha-neul.
Not raw physical. In her streams, one moment per game—nearly a minute—felt like her world's speed. Genius intuition piercing the Status Window.
And Nam Ha-neul herself.
'Focus…!'
She planned the reflect.
PWANG—!!
Hiraen, delaying charge till Osya stuck close, loosed the arrow. Point-blank.
[Soheungju has been slain!]
Hiraen ate his own arrow plus Osya hits—HP zeroed instantly.
And that moment marked the true unveiling of Nam Ha-neul, overshadowed no longer by Hong Su-yeon.