Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Lulu-chan Is a Happiness Evangelist!
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The SNS post I found by following the link the President sent.
Seeing it, I finally understood what it means to be filled with mixed emotions.
Honestly, I was a bit flustered.
After all, this was something I'd asked to keep secret, and now it was out in the world.
But at the same time, I felt a little happy.
Just knowing there were people this delighted by my small act of kindness...
And as the President said, I ended up showing this post to the Cherries together.
That part made me a tad embarrassed.
It kinda felt like I'd ended up announcing "I did this!" with my own mouth.
"Y-Yeah... It's true. Ehehe... I asked the director to keep it secret, but it got out anyway."
Th-That's exactly why I kept it quiet.
I knew if my donations got out, everyone would call me nice and all that.
Of course, it's not that I dislike hearing it.
I just hid it because I didn't do it for praise.
Plus, I've never thought of myself as that nice a person anyway.
"I-It wasn't anything grand. And honestly, the donations weren't even from me—they were from the Cherries."
Awkwardly smiling, I passed the credit to the Cherries.
They all tilted their heads in confusion.
But it's the truth.
"Truth is, this donation money? It came from the Blue Oshi Channel, y'know? I donated every bit that came in there."
I usually ban mentions of the Blue Oshi Channel on my streams.
But this situation called for it.
I do announce channel updates on stream sometimes, so no big deal.
Whether they were shocked I donated all the Blue Oshi funds...
Or shocked there were that many in the first place...
Either way, the viewers looked stunned.
"Oh, I did add a bit of my own money too. First payout went to other stuff, so no personal funds then... But from the second month, I topped it up to 10 million won with Blue Oshi donations plus my own cash."
Yeah, that adds up.
First month 6 million, up to today around 30 million won total.
Wow, I've donated that much already.
Kinda surreal.
"Not just me, either. Like the director said, the President happily chipped in too."
Of course, the President didn't give cash like me.
She used her connections to buy necessities and clothes cheap in bulk and send them over.
Masses of stuff.
The director even said after the first month, "We won't worry about kids' necessities for a while."
"Ah, yep. Christmas for once, so I really wanted to see the kids in person. Went wearing a Twinkle Pink Magic mask—you know, that popular kids' animation character. Bought some yummy pizza too."
Ah, no!
No need to bow or anything!
It's a happy Christmas—why spoil it?
"Anyway, now that the Cherries know, it's kinda embarrassing... Huh?"
While scanning the post's comments and retweets...
One caught my eye, and I stopped scrolling without thinking.
It was the kind of generic hate post you find anywhere online.
A classic case of nitpicking.
Normally, I'd just scroll past without a second glance.
I'm not the type to get hurt by stuff like that.
But for some reason, seeing it made me thoughtful.
I paused scrolling and reread it silently a few times.
Then the Cherries jumped in to defend me.
It shattered the wholesome vibe in seconds.
But oddly, it calmed my heart.
Actually, someone in chat just said something similar.
That I neglect my own happiness to care for others first.
A Cherry's sincere wish that I'd be happier.
Yeah, maybe now's the perfect chance.
To share my true feelings with the Cherries—stuff I haven't told them yet.
"Cherries, calm down a sec and hear me out?"
The raging chat quieted at my words.
Smiling faintly, I carefully opened up.
"That person said it, and you Cherries know too... My family was really poor back then, right?"
Aish, no crying—listen properly.
This isn't for pity.
"Back then, half a block of tofu and one cabbage made a full meal. Cockroaches crawled on my face while I slept, rats burst out mid-shampoo in the bathroom."
Even as I calmly shared my past, the Cherries turned teary-eyed.
But I kept smiling, continuing.
"But get this, Cherries? I didn't even know it was unhappy back then. No, I was actually really happy."
Of course they wouldn't get it.
My past screamed "unhappy" to anyone looking.
But I'd never seen it that way.
I never compared myself to others.
Hell, I barely paid attention to others' lives.
Content with daily tofu and cabbage.
Grateful for neighbor grandma's occasional potatoes or sweet potatoes.
After the Blues debuted, just watching their shine made life joyful.
"Y'know that saying about everyone's happiness? Doesn't matter how it looks to you Cherries—I was truly happy. So debut was mind-blowing. There was happiness beyond what I'd known. All thanks to company folks, members, and you Cherries."
Ehehe, wasn't trying to make you cry.
Means you empathize, share my sorrow and joy, right?
Yeah, that makes me super happy.
"So that poster, or maybe even you Cherries sometimes think: 'Just got your own life together—why go this far?'"
A bit rough, but the point lands.
"But I'm overflowing with happiness right now. Sure, spending more on myself wouldn't suck. Never dreamed of it, though. Don't crave it."
Comparing past and present, yeah there's a gap.
From tofu-cabbage daily to affording a daily frappuccino luxury.
But flip it: I don't need more happiness.
It's already beyond my station.
So happy, I wanna share a bit with someone.
That's all it was.
Looking back, my past self might've been a smidge unhappy.
So I wanted to share this overflowing happiness with kids who resemble that old me, even a little.
"Truth is, I've never spent Christmas with anyone. But two days ago, first company party ever. Today with you Cherries? These moments are pure bliss."
Bliss enough to think, "Could I be happier?"
Christmas—just a holiday to me, or one I barely knew.
Now a day to gather, share happiness.
And with my ultimate faves, no less.
"So don't think I'm sacrificing or enduring discomfort. I'm plenty happy as is. Got it, Cherries?"
Seemed like that aggressive post lingered.
A few Cherries typed away.
But I shook my head, like "No."
"Nah. Actually, I'm grateful to that person. Thanks to them, I could share these untold feelings and truths with you Cherries. Hehe."
No, stop.
I'm getting embarrassed here.
No regrets, but my face is heating up.
"A-Anyway! It's a fun Christmas, so let's drop this and have a blast together!"
H-Hey, stop!
I just shared my honest heart!
Don't call it cute or lovable—that's cringey!
This is worse than that hate post for me!