Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Translator: Penny
Chapter 2
An unexpected new body, new life, new name, new… family.
Among all the new things gradually becoming familiar, the part I paid the most attention to was my health.
I knew I was completely different from my past life, but just in case.
Whether it's a future as a model, an actress, or a Virtual Youtuber, if my health isn't good, it's all just futile fantasies.
Even if someone were to say, "What's a mere six-year-old doing worrying about their health?" I wouldn't have anything to say in response.
Anyway, since I didn't want to experience the same things as in my past life, I went to a general hospital before even going to the local kindergarten.
Just in case, I insisted on getting even the minor check-ups that I wouldn't normally need.
"Um, Doctor. Am I okay?"
"Well…"
But, for some reason, the doctor trailed off, making my heart drop.
My mother, who was standing right next to me, also froze.
I felt my mouth drying up by the second as I waited for the doctor to speak again.
And, not long after, the story that resumed from his slowly opened mouth was:
"You're perfectly fine, except for slightly bad eyesight. It's almost a waste of money to have done the tests."
A level of absurdity that was enough to make a six-year-old's sense of reason decide to leave home early.
A deep sigh, unbelievable for a child, escaped involuntarily.
The doctor's face, smiling brightly after completely deceiving me, looked truly annoying.
Anyway, it's a relief that I don't have any incurable diseases with complicated names.
But I don't have much tolerance for this kind of prank, so it's hard to control my expression.
"Bye~."
"...Goodbye."
While giving a child-like bow, I prayed to the gods whose names I only knew to never meet that playful doctor again.
It's not just his playful personality, but also because I shouldn't have any reason to see a general hospital doctor again in the first place.
Perhaps because of that, from that day on, I dedicated three to four hours a day to exercise for health management.
Actually, it's just exercise in name only, as all I did was jump rope or use a children's hula hoop. But it's better than nothing.
I just listened to my father's jokes about how exercising so much would stunt my growth with one ear and let it out the other.
Still, seeing him occasionally play catch with me as both exercise and play, he was definitely a good father.
Even though he sometimes teased me with a chuckle whenever I missed the ball, it was nothing compared to those people from my past life.
And so, as time passed and I began to feel myself getting healthier, I started to think.
'...What should I name myself?'
I began to conceive various settings and broadcast content needed to live as a Virtual Youtuber in the future.
One way or another, a Virtual Youtuber was also an entertainer.
To succeed as an entertainer, one had to be differentiated from the existing ones, be unique, and at the same time, not lack their own unique fun.
There was also a way to simply imitate the Virtual Youtubers in my memory, but I decided to keep that as a reference for now.
When you think about it, the Virtual Youtuber itself was the epitome of uniqueness, so I thought it would be nice to stand out even more with my own uniqueness.
The best way to express individuality as a Virtual Youtuber was, of course, the voice.
The visuals of the virtual avatar were also important, of course, but that was the realm of the avatar creator, not me.
"Croak, croak, frog, sings a song…!"
"Okay, stop there. My score is 8 out of 10."
"Huh? Why…?"
"Seven seems too low, and nine seems too high."
'...What is this?'
I almost lost heart at my father's incomprehensible scoring criteria, but I barely managed to continue my voice training, comforted by the fact that I hadn't been told I was bad at singing.
In fact, I wanted to practice singing or vocalizing without my parents knowing.
But I quickly realized that it wasn't easy for a kid my age to avoid their parents' eyes, so I gave up on hiding.
Still, when I think about it, it would just look like singing practice to others, nothing more, nothing less.
I thought that even getting my father's playful feedback might be a little more helpful.
"Baby shark, doo...!"
"Hmm, that's a song I haven't heard before. Who sings it and where do they live?"
"Ah, that's… It's my own song."
"Lee Ha-eun's song, who lives in front of my eyes. I see. You have a talent for composing."
I continued to have my singing checked by a poker-faced judge whose sincerity was still hard to discern.
Whether it was thanks to that or not, I received a good score of 96 points at a karaoke room I went to on a whim.
The song I chose was a famous children's song called "Delicious Cotton candy."
After that, time flowed and flowed, and I worked hard to train my voice until real flowers, not snowflakes, began to bloom.
I also knew how I, a child who chose books with children's song lyrics instead of dolls, and singer play instead of house play, would be seen by others.
And there was definitely some calculation involved.
If a child who was always quiet and soft-spoken suddenly declared that they wanted to become a Virtual Youtuber, it would be less convincing.
It was better in many ways to be a child who liked to show off and sing from a young age.
Therefore, I could understand being mistaken for wanting to be a singer or entertainer.
Thanks to the various minor exercises I did every single day, I almost never ran out of energy while singing.
It wasn't that strange to be mistaken for having what people commonly call a stage presence.
However, even so.
"Our daughter, would you like to try throwing the first pitch?"
I never expected an offer to increase the number of spectators for my catch ball, which had always been just my mother, by almost 2,000 times.
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"Our Ha-eun is going to be a star."
"Thinking of making a star out of a kid who hasn't even started elementary school yet… No, I'm kidding. I'm kidding."
At the momentarily murderous look, Ha-eun's father, Lee Seong-yoon, hurriedly retracted his previous statement.
No matter how much it was a joke, there were jokes that should be made and jokes that shouldn't be made.
Only after Seong-yoon himself clearly declared that he also regarded Ha-eun as his most precious daughter, more than anyone else, did Ha-eun's mother, Song Na-yeon, continue her story.
"I think we should give Ha-eun as many diverse experiences as possible for her future."
They didn't know exactly what kind of job their daughter would have in the future, but for now.
A determined voice that they should do their best as parents to broaden her choices as much as possible.
Seong-yoon tilted his head for a moment, thinking, "That far?" at his wife's voice, which subtly conveyed something like a resolution.
Originally, a mother who loved her child would have enough of this enthusiastic heart, so he decided to let it go for now.
It was right after that that a story began that could no longer be passed over with a nod.
"Our Ha-eun is pretty, isn't she?"
"Yeah. She's pretty."
"Objectively, too?"
"Well, she doesn't exactly have looks that you could say aren't."
Up until then, he thought they were just the usual love-struck words.
However, exactly three seconds later.
"The kid who was supposed to throw the first pitch got gastroenteritis?"
"Yeah. It seems like she can't throw the first pitch at all. So they're desperately looking for someone to replace her."
After the story about Na-yeon's acquaintance who worked in professional baseball began.
More precisely, after he learned that the story had already progressed to some extent.
"Is that how easily the person who throws the first pitch is decided?"
"Well, they said they gave the okay right away after seeing a picture of our Ha-eun."
'The management is a mess.'
He couldn't help but worry about whether it would be good or bad for Ha-eun to stand on the big stage of the first pitch.
It was a situation where he couldn't freely agree or disagree.
In a way, the experience of throwing the first pitch was a special experience that not just anyone could have.
It was also something that would be over in about five minutes at most.
"It's been quite a while since you played catch with her, right? If our Ha-eun throws the first pitch, wouldn't she get attention for her pretty face and skills that don't seem like a child's?"
As Na-yeon said, it was also an undeniable fact that Ha-eun's ball-throwing skills surpassed those of her peers.
This was possible because Ha-eun had been doing various exercises more consistently and systematically than other children her age.
However, whether Ha-eun could overcome the pressure from the gazes of so many spectators or not.
Even Seong-yoon, who had lived his life at a distance from seriousness, couldn't easily say for sure.
"Our daughter, would you like to try throwing the first pitch?"
So, he asked Ha-eun directly.
In response, Ha-eun, whose eyes had been blank for a moment, unexpectedly said that she would like to try it.
[ 42km/h. A very clean fastball? It was a textbook pitch. ]
[ Her expression is no less than that of an average adult. She's full of charisma. ]
Hearing the announcer's voice praising Ha-eun's well-organized pitching posture from the baseball stadium's huge speakers, he felt relieved for the time being.
He couldn't help but feel proud that she had done a good job throwing the first pitch.
"Our Ha-eun is awesome!!"
As expected, Na-yeon was cheering for Ha-eun, who had finished the first pitch cleanly.
He was a little embarrassed by her not caring about the surrounding gazes at all, but it wasn't something he needed to stop.
-Click.
He alternately took pictures of Ha-eun and Na-yeon in the distance with Na-yeon's digital camera, which had been in his hand since some point.
One way or another, today was going to be a pretty memorable day.
However, as a result, that day became a memorable day in a slightly different sense than Seong-yoon had thought.
The reason being…
"I'm Director Kang Eun-tae. I'd like to film a children's nutritional supplement CF with our Ha-eun as the model─"
The snowball from the first pitch began to roll in a completely unexpected direction.
Kang Eun-tae, a man who had appeared in front of the family who were just about to go home, slowly raised question marks above Seong-yoon's eyes.
📝 Translator’s Note:
You may notice that certain lines or phrases in this novel appear both in their original Korean (or Hanja) form and in English translation.
This is intentional — these phrases are classical idioms, divine titles, or poetic expressions that carry layered meanings.
To preserve their original tone and authenticity, the raw text has been kept for reference, while the English interpretation is provided right before or after it. This helps convey both the literal and cultural nuance of the original work.
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