Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Studying Broadcasts
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The next day, I spent the entire day studying streams.
First up, I checked out the VODs from the three Florence members.
As veterans, they had a massive backlog of videos—way too much to even attempt.
Just as I was thinking a full deep dive was impossible, something fun caught my eye.
"Oh?"
Florence Weekly Highlights playlist.
A name that felt tailor-made for me.
I grabbed a zero-sugar cola, sat up straight in my chair, and hit play.
Edited with hot clips front and center, the time flew by.
I clicked through video after video, and suddenly morning was gone.
"...This is actually fun?"
Truth be told, as VTuber content, there were plenty of shortcomings.
It felt like no-cam streamers who'd just slapped VTuber avatars on top.
No real effort to leverage the VTuber format, so to me—with cheat-sheet knowledge from the future—it all seemed pretty lackluster.
But when the people themselves were entertaining, everything they did was fun.
They definitely had a knack for delivering lines.
Watching made it feel like I was learning about streaming too...
There was one minor issue, though.
My baseless confidence was shrinking.
I'd been at the peak of ignorance, feeling like I could do anything, but now that I was seriously considering giving it a shot, it hit different.
After skimming the highlight edits, I jumped on Switch and wandered through live streams.
No VTuber streams in sight, so I pivoted to no-cam ones instead.
I used to skip lives, thinking they weren't fun...
But approaching it as study changed everything.
Each stream had its own vibe in how they bantered with chat.
The differences in chat atmospheres were bigger than expected.
Varies by streamer personality, viewer count, strictness of rules...
I pondered what I'd do in their shoes.
...No real sense for it. Felt utterly daunting.
At this rate, I'd tumble from the peak of ignorance straight into the valley of despair.
After endless stream-watching, my stomach started growling.
I could've thrown something together from what I had, but...
I'd made decent money, so I indulged my pent-up shopping urges.
On the way back, a butcher shop caught my eye, so I popped in—but had to bail quietly.
They only sold domestic meat. Guess I'll order online.
I crammed the groceries into the fridge, but there was still tons of empty space.
It'd been so barren to begin with; no matter how much I stuffed in, it looked sparse.
Why do I only think of missing stuff like, "Oh yeah, no that," after getting back from the store?
I marinated some chicken in seasoned salt and mirin, then dove back into lives.
The chicken made me crave rajo-gi, but I had no potato starch.
Come to think of it, I skipped chili powder 'cause it was pricey—no chili oil for me either.
Buy the small size since it's expensive? Nah, then the value-per-gram sucks...
A nostalgic memory hit, making me chuckle.
Thinking of that uncle made me crave pasta.
I ordered whole peeled tomatoes and chicken thighs from home shopping.
Tomato cans get better value in bulk, so about 5kg should do.
Thanks, Italy. Thanks, Brazil.
While at it, considered chili powder... but whoa, domestic prices.
I mentally compared domestic vs. Chinese prices against the payout from my disciple.
Screw it—time to FLEX. Into the kitchen I went.
Domestic chili powder deserves the FLEX...
While stir-frying the chicken, I pulled gin from the freezer into a glass.
High proof, so it poured thick and unfrozen.
Drinking too often was nagging at my conscience...
But I had experiments to run. No helping it.
As the meat finished cooking, I skimmed wiki pages in between.
Yuuri and Hanami had thick fanbases, so their pages were well-organized.
With dinner plated and back in my chair, Hanami's stream-start alert popped up.
"Perfect timing."
She's my disciple in-game, but master on stream.
Student-teacher roles flipped, but whatever.
As her student, time to observe the pro at work.
"..."
Ahem.
Didn't expect Odin's Daughter today.
"Aigoo..."
"I'm right here... sort of."
The flipped roles snapped back into place.
Her creative plays drew a sigh.
Chat agreed; it was on fire.
Anyway, last lesson wasn't wasted.
She'd mastered patterns before, not raw skill.
New boss just needed re-adaptation time... right?
...Some lingering doubts, sure.
But progress was night-and-day from day one.
Third-person view revealed new insights.
That "three-hit" was probably intentional WWE for stream laughs?
She could've dodged but tanked for the fall...?
Perspective shift really changes what you see.
Most impressive: communication skills.
Specifically, peripheral vision for chat?
Her avatar betrayed quick glances mid-play.
Steadily engaging throughout. Impressive how she parsed and responded in those split seconds.
How do you even learn that?
Just grind till it's habit?
As I watched my disciple's stream, the others went live.
Next: Iruka. Dolphin RP.
Wiki from dinner said her gimmick was cuteness.
Stunning looks—even did mask-cam as a no-cam streamer.
Trivia: Top amateur singer. Idol trainee rumors.
Banned word: Nvidia.
"Why?"
I tilted my head and clicked.
Dizzy after three seconds. Back button.
"Eugh."
Okay, cute... but...
Do I have to learn this?
"...That's hardcore."
Her voice suited the cuteness well.
Casual watch would've just been "aww."
But me doing it? Breath caught in my throat.
I fled to another stream.
No confidence in that level of cutesy acting.
Before the Boss's stream, I pulled up her wiki in the corner.
Yuuri. Florence first-gen.
Boss RP and actual boss.
OurTV survivor, entertainment scene's real deal.
Trivia: Short stature. Banned words: Tesla and 155.
Uses 155/avatar price for self-deprecating jokes, but Tesla mentions can get you banned instantly—proceed with caution.
"Aigoo..."
Don't go down that road, milady...
One more victim of Mars-bound crash-and-burn.
I sipped chilled booze and watched the Boss's stream straight through.
Collab invite looming; needed to study hard.
Maybe casually ask for tips during.
By stream's end, I was nicely buzzed.
This body's alcohol efficiency was high; even a few glasses had me smashed.
Past life, I avoided blackouts, but no choice now.
Still, consecutive binges aren't healthy.
Fail tonight, and I'm done.
Slipped on slippers and shuffled to the hall.
Grabbed resident card just in case.
Forget it, and I'm locked out.
Beep boop.
Door shut. I chuckled.
No keycard? Beg the office.
Reset the lock for a code, but something bugged me.
Anyway, relaxed my body and mind.
Shoved intruding thoughts aside with deep breaths.
No distractions...
Good. Brain off, go natural.
Beep beep beep beep.
Beep bwoong.
"...It worked?"
Hollow laugh.
Stepped in, plopped on the bed.
"...Needed more booze, huh."
Failures till now.
Maybe time ran out.
Condition: blackout drunk. Laugh of defeat.
Didn't hold back the giggles, fingers twitching on.
Repeating motions, mentally noting the numbers.
7379
Alright. Let's see what this means...
Hope it cracks all the unsolved locks.