Efficient Body

I didn't have much expertise in internet streaming, but I felt it all too keenly today that I couldn't bring anyone onto the broadcast.

It was like holding a proper hearing as everyone asked about the next-door sister.

Pretty? Well, I figured it made sense to be curious.

It was a primal instinct to wonder about the appearance of the opposite sex.

Since there are many players who stick to their instincts, I could understand that.

But when it came to proving it by showing their face...

The next-door sister was just a regular person, so it would be tough to bring her onto the broadcast.

It wasn't that I didn't want my own face shown, but it's not good to display the face of someone who doesn't want it shown either.

“Um, I think it’d be fun if Noel appeared on the broadcast too.”

“Ah! No, you can’t. Even just the voice could let people around here recognize her.”

“Why? Becoming famous is a good thing.”

“It’s not all good though...”

Maybe it was because the next-door sister was just too extroverted.

She seemed to think that just becoming famous was a good thing.

But seeing her not care at all about the next-door sister appearing on the broadcast made me wonder if I was overreacting.

Yeah, whatever. My stream wasn't of that illegal or embarrassing type.

It was just one of the many game streams out there.

If I became famous here, I'd just be mentioned for a moment by the viewers.

But maybe I was sulking because I had been the one to talk her out of it.

The woman who stuck out her lips got up from the bed as is.

“Hmph, Unni is sulking. I'm going home.”

“Eh, no... If it's really okay for the face to come out, I could hold the camera for you.”

“No, Noel talked me out of it because she thought of Unni. There must be a reason for that. Well, Unni should start thinking about having dinner too.”

“Ah, okay. Have a good night.”

“Mm. Have fun with the stream. See you later!”

Fortunately, it really wasn't because of me that she was sulking.

It was just an act, and the woman showed her lips upturned right away.

Even if I didn't want to show her face, I could tell from her mouth.

Anyway, with me only eating one meal a day, it felt fresh that I had forgotten meal times.

Six o'clock in the evening. Normally around that time I eat dinner.

For single-person households that get off work late, they eat even later, but ours ate dinner between six and seven.

We welcomed our father home from work at the front door with my mother.

Playing the role of a wonderful family welcoming the main provider of the family.

...A brief unpleasant thought crossed my mind, but anyway.

There was nothing strange about a woman going out for dinner.

“Everyone. Unni says she's going out for dinner, so please send that. Enjoy a delicious meal too.”

- Tti-hwak-jjit : Is the host not eating dinner?

- SilverPanthea : Host, eat something delicious too.

[Donation message from Ymto.]

Noel, it's time to eat dinner too... Eat something tasty!

[Donation message from Hankyu to Juknim.]

Dinner should be eaten properly.

Maybe the woman saw that far ahead.

When the woman said she was going out for dinner, the broadcast chat room, which had been in hearing-like tension, quickly settled calmly.

Since there was no participant, there was no one left to tease.

That was fortunate in its own way.

Thanks to the viewers who asked about my well-being along with that, my heart warmed up too.

Actually, the ones who had been asking about the next-door sister's identity and what she had been doing up until now...

It felt like they were probing for my safety.

Asking about the woman's appearance was probably just because she was referred to as “the woman” and piqued my curiosity.

Asking about the relationship between me and the woman and how we were getting along...

It was probably because they were worried she might be stalking me.

I had been a little upset by the hearing atmosphere.

But after realizing that, my heart felt warm again.

The only disappointing thing was that the viewers didn't accept the claim that the woman would have harassed me a long time ago.

But since I had already realized that those were words said out of concern for me.

Instead of continuing to argue against it, I switched to a new appropriate bait.

“I originally only eat one meal a day. I already ate earlier, so I won't be able to eat anything else now.”

- Tti-hwak-jjit : Eat some anchovies lol lots lol

- SilverPanthea : Lol one meal a day is too much... how about gradually increasing the amount?

- RexiaQueen : What's this? Host eating time? Please eat something!!!

Look. They're talking about me because they care.

How could I blame such people.

“I do think my body is efficient though... Do you all know? The body only absorbs part of the nutrients ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from the food you ingest. The genes that grew up in an environment with surplus turn even if you eat a lot of food into absorbing only a little calorie, while the genes evolved to absorb maximum calories with just a little food in an environment where ancestors had gone hungry for generations.”

- Tti-hwak-jjit : What kind of supplemental evolution theory is this?

- SilverPanthea : Ah, it can't be helped that the top-sin-byeong-ja is super stubborn!!!

“No, listen. The reason I can eat just one meal a day is that I've adapted to this environment. I've become a very efficient body that feels full even with little food. In that case, isn't there no need to force increasing the amount?”

- HappyDay : Stop talking nonsense and before giving advice, increase the amount, Host.

Of course I wasn't going to listen to everything.

Even I wanted to eat as much as I wanted when my heart said so.

There is no one in the world who doesn't want to stuff themselves with delicious food at every meal.

But even if these people are worried about me right now, they won't be responsible for me for my whole life.

If possible, it would be better to keep my current eating habits.

So I stubbornly refused to eat dinner.

Honestly there were also the reasons I had thought earlier, but it was fun to watch the viewers get excited.

After going back and forth with the viewers about whether or not to eat dinner, while I was joking about that story.

Someone's doorbell rang.

- Tti-hwak-jjit : Is someone outside? I heard the doorbell.

- KeyboardCrusherOhSeongjun : The next-door sister's voice is being completely eaten while the doorbell ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠comes through lol

- OooOooOO : Lmao lol look at the poor noise removal performance

For a moment, my body stiffened at the thought of the person who had attacked me yesterday.

But now the viewers were hearing it too, and they weren't trying to break the door but just ringing the doorbell.

If something happened, they could report it.

Ah, internet streaming has such effects.

If I was just living alone, the incident would have to be left until someone saw it after it ended.

But with the internet stream on, the viewers become real-time witnesses.

Hmm, maybe it was time to consider turning the camera on me.

While having that thought for a moment, I checked the visitor through the intercom.

For some reason, Celesty was standing there with a worried expression.

Was something happening at home?

It wasn't late, but given that she was visiting at this time of evening, it made me think so.

So I opened the door and welcomed Celesty.

“Celesty-nim, what brings you here at this time...?”

“Ah, um, Noel-nim. There's the next-door sister, right? Um... are you home right now?”

“Ah, I just got home a little while ago. Did you come to see that person?”

“Yes. Um, but more importantly... does that person perhaps have how their hair color? I don't think I can see the face, but I think I know about the hair color.”

“Hair color? Um.”

It wasn't a detail I had paid attention to.

I had only thought things like her shirt is pretty today, or she looks nice in that fresh dress.

Whether she was sensitive to fashion or not, the clothes she was wearing that stood out were ones that appeared in internet ads.

But with how long I had been living here, I remembered her hair color right away.

“Silver hair, I think. Ah, yes. I heard she had dyed it.”

Koreans usually have black hair.

Even if there is some color, most have brown because of the little dye.

So if she had another hair color, she must have dyed it.

Originally, natural hair colors are only between black and red and blonde, right?

Silver or white hair is caused by stress or aging.

I had heard that my hair color faded because my body changed into a female one.

So the next-door sister's hair color was naturally dyed, as expected.

I had completely forgotten, but thanks to Celesty I remembered asking her about it casually at that time.

Why is Unni's hair silver?

Yeah, Noel-nim has pretty hair, so Unni tried dyeing it too. Does it look good?

“Silver hair... I see. You mentioned she's slim, right?”

But the way Celesty spoke made me tilt my head.

It was such an uncommon hair color.

Maybe she thought Celesty knew the person.

“Yes, that's right. Do you know her?”

“Ah, no. I just wondered if she was someone I know, but the hair color is completely different. Sorry for the visit late at night. Have a good night!”

Had she really come just to ask about the hair color?

If she wanted to ask about the hair color, she could have asked through KakaoTalk.

I could have answered anytime.

It had been quite a head-tilting thing, though.

Well, maybe she really didn't want that to be exposed on the broadcast.

The problem was how to explain it to the viewers.

Since even the appearance was vague to show on the broadcast, if Celesty ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had come directly to ask, I had to hide why Celesty had come from the viewers too.

Hmm, I had left a very difficult homework behind.

On the bus heading home, Jaemin sighed repeatedly.

I knew that the next-door sister of Noel had gone home to eat dinner.

While going to meet Noel, I had been watching her stream.

So I had planned to talk with her alone.

I knew it was rude, but because I was worried about Noel, I felt I had to ask.

Even though we were close, sharing passwords wasn't something done even between close friends.

I felt I needed to check ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if she was really a reliable person.

So I went to Noel's next-door neighbor.

It wasn't a real next-door, but given the ordinary apartment, there were only two houses per floor, so there was no confusion.

I rang the doorbell and an elderly grandmother came out.

And a grandfather and a young couple at the dining table, and a child.

In that five-person large family, there was only one person who could be called Noel's Unni.

The mother of the child wearing an apron.

If I called her Unni, I could call her that, but there was a slight difference from the appearance Noel had mentioned on the stream.

Clearly Noel had never said the woman was pregnant.

Only then did a post in Jaemin's mind flash by.

[What if the next-door sister is just Noel's hallucination?]

Just in case, I asked the grandmother who had welcomed me if she had hidden that Noel was pregnant.

The answer that came back was only that she had only gone out today.

In the face of that truth, Jaemin conflicted.

Should I tell Noel that the next-door sister was really just a hallucination she had created?

After a long time of thinking, Jaemin's choice when ringing Noel's door was.

“Ah, no. I just wondered if she was someone I know, but the hair color is completely different. Sorry for the visit late at night. Have a good night!”

It was an escape.