Chapter 172
Chapter 172
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 172
Chapter Title: It's a Mess from the Moment We Met!
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Two days after April Fool's Day.
While checking the video I'd just uploaded to the Blue Oshi channel yesterday, I couldn't help but smile.
The views were way higher than usual.
【The Blues' Bodies Got Switched?!】
Views: 41,102 | Likes: 600
I'd uploaded it right before starting yesterday's stream.
About a little over 12 hours ago.
Already at 41k views.
Even main channel videos sometimes pump slower. It's pretty impressive.
Guess everyone really enjoyed the April Fool's stream.
Yeah, it was a bit dizzying for me too, but fun.
The Pista fans must've been waiting for this one.
I rewatched it while editing, and yeah, it was definitely entertaining.
Especially since I was focused on our team, I didn't catch the other side's stream.
But it was pure gold too.
Perfect material for the edit.
"Hehe..."
Just reading the comments under the video shows how great the reaction is.
It's enough to make me smile without even trying.
Today's breakfast is covered just from this. Feeling full already.
Well, of course I shouldn't actually skip it.
Clunk—
"Nyaang."
"Eek...! T-Tofu. You can't sit there, it's dangerous."
I was heading out of my room to whip up something simple for breakfast.
But Tofu, who'd been waiting right in front of the door, gave me a little scare.
Good thing I opened it gently. If I'd slammed it, that could've been bad.
With Tofu trotting happily behind me, I headed to the kitchen.
I rummage around for something decent to eat.
Jackpot—frozen mackerel in the freezer.
Perfect. Mackerel platter for breakfast today.
Clatter—
I set the mackerel on a tray to thaw a bit.
In the meantime, I start prepping doenjang jjigae.
Scrape—
"Hey now, that's not Tofu's rice. Tofu's rice is over there."
"Nyaang..."
The moment I looked away for a second.
Tofu hopped onto a chair, climbed the table, and went straight for the mackerel.
But no escaping my ironclad supervision.
Tofu slinks down, ears drooped like wilted grass.
I was smiling at how cute that sad little back looked.
Ding—
"Huh?"
A notification from my phone in my pocket.
I set down the kitchen knife and pulled it out.
A message from Yuna.
[Yuna] - Hear ye, criminal Jeong Da-jeong!
[Yuna] - If you want forgiveness for goroshi-ing me on April Fool's, show up at this spot by 1 PM!
[Yuna] - (Address)
[Yuna] - Come dressed cute and your punishment will be lighter!
[Yuna] - That's all!
And the content was none other than.
Scolding me for the sin I committed against Yuna two days ago.
Ugh...
Sh-she's still mad, huh.
But the message doesn't seem that angry.
Still, declaring war like this means I should brace myself.
B-by the way, it says to dress cute...
I don't have any cute clothes! What do I do?
Forget breakfast—gotta dig through the closet first...!
Huff, huuuff...!
Of all things, miss the subway there...!
Shouldn't have played with Tofu just a bit longer and left late!
I've never been late for an appointment in my life!
But since I wore comfy shoes, I sprint full speed.
I dash all the way to the meeting spot.
Definitely in front of that big building over there, right?
No sign of Yuna from afar.
But as I charge ahead blindly, a voice calls out.
"Oh, Da-jeong's here? You're late for once."
"Haa...! S-sorry, Yuna. Missed the subway and... Huh?"
I assumed it was Yuna calling my name, panting as I replied.
Then I realize the voice is a bit low and my eyes go wide.
H-huh? This voice is...?
"Jeez, why'd you run so hard? Being a little late isn't the end of the world."
"P-President...?!"
"Hi."
There she was, sitting casually on the stairs amid the crowd, staring at me with her usual blank expression.
She raises a hand in effortless greeting.
Her outfit was comfy and casual, prioritizing ease as always.
But why is the President here...?!
"What brings you here, President...?"
"Huh? Didn't Yuna tell you? I couldn't buy her lunch the other day, so I said I'd treat her today. Then she said to invite you too and hang out as a trio."
"Huh? Really?"
She only told me to show up by 1 PM.
If anything extra, just to dress cute...
Wait, because the President would be here?! That's why cute clothes?!
I had no idea...!
"Where's Yuna?"
"Oh, she's on her way. Said she lay down for a sec and dozed off. Running late."
"So very Yuna."
Invites two people and she's the one who's late.
Yeah, that's peak Yuna.
Down to dozing off in bed.
"Oh yeah, I saw the video you uploaded yesterday. It was fun. Your editing skills are top-notch as always, Da-jeong."
"Really? Hehe..."
The President gives me a thumbs up and praise.
I scratch my head, grinning like an idiot, feeling pleased.
I did put some real effort into that one.
"If it weren't for your main job, I'd make you our channel editor... Oh, but that might not suit your personality?"
"Probably not...? I wanna keep it as a hobby, not work."
"Fair enough."
The President takes back her words with a chuckle, then rummages in her pocket.
What she pulls out is... Eek?
C-cigarettes...?!
"P-President. You smoke...?"
"Oh, didn't I mention? Not much, just occasionally. I'll have one before Yuna gets here."
"O-okay. But maybe somewhere else...?"
Smoking as an adult? Fine, I guess...
Though it's bad for your health, so I'd prefer she didn't.
But that's not my place to say.
This is a busy street, though.
Wouldn't somewhere secluded be better?
At least find a smoking area nearby...
I couldn't bring myself to lecture her.
I just stood there awkwardly, unsure.
"President! Da-jeong!"
"Ah, Yuna!"
"Oh, you're here?"
From the opposite direction I'd come, a familiar voice rang out.
There was Yuna, waving cheerfully from afar as she approached.
Her blue-toned outfit perfectly highlighted her lively, refreshing charm.
"Otsu!"
Yuna, right up close now, greeted with her latest go-to phrase.
From a character in her favorite recent anime, apparently.
"None of that 'otsu' stuff. Apologize for being late first."
"Ehehe, sorry. Didn't think I'd fall asleep...
Huh?!"
Her apology delayed, Yuna gets an earful from the President.
She tries to defuse with her tomboyish laugh, then her eyes sparkle.
She marches right up to the President.
"President! You were pranking Da-jeong with that again, weren't you!"
"Huh?"
She snatches the cigarette from the President's hand.
And starts yelling out of nowhere.
P-prank? What?
I tilt my head, confused.
Suddenly, the President bursts out laughing, covering her mouth.
"Pfft...! Sorry, but it worked so well on you last time. Got curious if it'd fool Da-jeong too."
"Hey! You could've stopped at me, why drag innocent Da-jeong into it! Don't fall for it, Da-jeong! It's Pepero!"
"Eek? P-Pepero?!"
My shocked, half-believing reaction to Yuna's words.
She holds up what the President had—the "cigarette," actually Pepero—and shows me.
From afar, I hadn't noticed, but up close, it was definitely white chocolate-coated Pepero.
H-huh...?
Wait a sec.
Earlier, the President took it from what looked like a cigarette pack, right?
Then what was that?!
"So what was that cigarette pack thing you pulled out earlier...?!"
"Oh, that? Pepero box. Wanna see?"
Slide—
To clear up my confusion, the President pulls out the "pack" from before.
Peeking inside, yep—full of the same Pepero sticks.
"Fans always tease me to quit smoking. It became a meme, so one made these cigarette-shaped Peperos and sent them. Tried it on Yuna last time and it worked great, so I brought 'em today."
"That's too much...!"
Using fan-made snacks to prank employees!
President's an idiot! A dummy! Sea cucumber! Anemone!
You have no idea how startled I was!
"Sorry, did I scare our Da-jeong too bad?"
"Of course I was scared...! Thinking you were smoking something so bad for you, I was super worried...!"
"Aww, really? Got it, no more pranks. Here, have one as my apology."
"Ugh..."
Crunch—crunch—
Yeah, it tastes good.
It's just shaped like a cigarette.
Casually munching a second one absentmindedly...
Click—
"Eek! Da-jeong's smoking! Gotta post this to the group chat!"
I whip my head toward the shutter sound.
Yuna's aiming her phone camera at me, dramatically acting out smoke.
And somehow, the President had slipped the Pepero box into my hand.
From afar, it was an undeniable smoking scene. No denying it.
"Jeez, Da-jeong's been on the heavy smoker path since her pro gamer days... Tsk tsk, knew it."
"It's your fault, President!"
With the President's tongue-clicking added in.
I couldn't hold back, exploding in frustration as I shoved the rest of the Pepero in my mouth.
Ugh, everyone's so mean...!