Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Intro to Broadcasting
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I got home from work, utterly exhausted.
Dragging myself into the living room like a wilted cabbage, I spotted Ye-eun slurping down ramen at the dining table.
She looked up at me and, as if on cue, wagged her finger in a wide-area taunt.
"Hey, you there, wench. Water."
"Haha, look at our Ye-eun, cracking jokes now."
"Not a joke."
If it wasn't a joke, then what? She's lost her mind, obviously.
She's the world champion at teasing her big brother, so reacting more here would just be handing her fresh bait.
The wisest way to deal with terrorists is to unconditionally meet their demands.
So, I decided to dutifully comply with hers.
I poured water into a cup and handed it over. She must've been really thirsty because she gulped it down eagerly.
After downing it in one refreshing shot, Ye-eun tossed in a cheeky line.
"Phew! Water tastes so much sweeter when a pretty girl pours it."
"Where'd you pick up that line?"
"From a drama."
"They say that in dramas? What's it called?"
"Why Is the Maid Acting Like This?"
"Hm. Can't even guess what it's about."
If the great Regent Heungseon down in his underground tomb knew about this, he'd weep tears of blood in outrage.
Where did the doctrine of the Eocheon碑 go? He'd throw a fit.
The dialogue, the title... how is a 100% subversive show airing on TV that kids watch?
Hey! PDs, don't you inspect these dramas properly?
What are the kids gonna learn from this crap?
My little sister here has already been hit straight by the subculture beam.
She's irreparably ruined, beyond any saving.
"By the way, cutie... did you pick a fight with the ramen or something?"
The table was a total disaster zone.
Ramen broth splattered everywhere. Noodles sprawled in tragic poses. Random veggie bits that looked suspiciously like kimchi scattered about.
It looked like a war had broken out. When I asked about the carnage,
"My lady, I have beheaded the enemy commander."
"Well done, cutie."
General Ye-eun proudly reported her victory.
Good thing she won.
What would she have done if she'd lost?
I couldn't help but wonder just how intense her duel with General Ramen must've been to leave such devastation.
With a short sigh, I grabbed some tissues.
I wiped up the remnants of the fallen ramen kingdom one by one, then cleaned the broth stains around General Ye-eun's mouth—our hero who led us to victory—like they were blood from battle.
Once her lips were clean, she nodded in satisfaction.
"Mm, you're quite the capable one. How about working as our house maid? I'll pay you handsomely."
"What the heck. When does this roleplay end?"
Surprisingly, Ye-eun Drama aired 24/7, no breaks.
I might've played along usually, but right now I was wiped out.
I grabbed the brakes before her engine could rev up further.
"Ye-eun, big bro's tired today, so cut the nonsense and go finish your drama."
With that, I flopped face-down on the now-clean table.
My body melted like the drooping clocks in that famous painting, and she gave me a puzzled look.
"What? Something happen?"
"Yeah... a ton happened..."
Endless number requests that made it impossible to tell if we were at a PC bang or a club. The blood-draining brawl with that asshole customer.
I recounted the PC bang chaos, and Ye-eun, who'd been listening quietly, let out an impressed whistle.
"Ooh~ Prince on a white horse~"
"Dunno about the white horse, but his mounting form was solid. That guy's definitely trained somewhere."
Even I was shocked at how quickly I'd pinned the jerk down.
If his bullying had kept up, my temper would've snapped eventually.
Whew, that could've been a real disaster.
Turns out his turf war had solid backing.
Time flew by.
Days of part-time work by day, grocery shopping for dinner by evening.
Since I was crashing at my little sister's, I handled all the housework and cooking, and before I knew it, the weekend rolled around again.
Humans are adaptable creatures, they say.
It didn't take long to get used to this new body.
The first couple days, I figured I'd turn back into a guy soon, but after a week, I was half-resigned.
I decided to quit the part-time gig after this month.
Can't keep subbing forever.
But finding a new job? Han Hyo-jeong was a fabricated identity that didn't exist in reality, so no way to verify myself properly.
"Ahh, so now I can't even do part-time jobs freely anymore."
I'd become the no-good freeloading brother sponging off his sister—one of those community forum punchlines.
I used to think guys who lounged at home leeching off family were pathetic. Past me, repent.
Turns out they all had their own struggles.
Anyway, weekends became dead empty time with nothing to do.
Today, as usual, I was rolling around on the bedroom floor watching TV.
Giggling at a popular variety show, until my fed-up sister finally issued an ultimatum.
"If you're bored, why not try streaming?"
"Huh?"
Before I could question the random pitch,
"Streaming? You mean internet broadcasting?"
"Yeah. I think you'd be good at it."
"Nah, me? No way."
I scoffed lightly, but she shook her head.
"No, you've totally got potential. With that face, just flash a few smiles and donations will pour in."
"Ye-eun. I said I'd do anything for you, but do you really wanna see your big bro acting cute for simps?"
"Whoa, that'd be hilarious."
"Shut it, you wicked brat!"
How did I raise you like this, waaah!
How can you do this to me, waaah!
Raising kids is pointless, just like they say.
Is this how Dad feels now that he's retired with no income?
Once you're useless, they discard you without mercy.
"You're quitting the part-time anyway, right? No point just sitting around home. Try it as a hobby."
She flung "jobless bum" without a second thought.
Coming from the moon-kicking champ at dinner table taunts, it hit twice as hard.
"Still, no way. What would I even stream...?"
Plus, streaming needs mics, cams, gear—expensive stuff.
I pointed out it cost too much for a hobby, but
"I'll lend you mine."
She still had the setup from her first streams. Too good to toss, so she'd kept it.
High-quality stuff, she'd lend it free.
"I think you'd kill it as a girl cam."
I felt my jaw drop so hard it ascended to the heavens.
"Ye-eun. Is that big head on your shoulders just decoration? How does 'big bro' plus 'girl cam' even work?"
How'd a girl with that vocab get into a top uni?
Unless she cheated on admissions somehow, it didn't add up.
I was tsking at her bizarre logic when she dashed off to "show me the gear."
She came back lugging a ton of stuff, struggling alone, so I helped carry it.
She hauled it into my room, hooked everything up, and suddenly we had a legit streaming setup.
I hadn't even agreed yet, and it was all happening at lightning speed.
"First streams are best live. Uploading raw clips to Nutube lacks content and editing's a pain. Build a base with live, then go Nutube parallel later."
Setup queen Teacher Ye launched straight into Broadcasting 101.
"Three main platforms: Nutube, Lemon TV, Iris. Nutube's for edited vids, different vibe. Lemon TV and Iris are live streaming's big two."
Lemon TV? Iris?
"What's the difference?"
"Lemon TV focuses on chatting with viewers. Iris is game-heavy—pro gamers, tournaments. Game folks flock to Iris, girl cams and guy cams to Lemon TV. Not strict, but their strengths differ. Kinda like... gimbap joints sell tteokbokki, tteokbokki spots sell gimbap, but you go where cravings lead."
Got it.
"Streamers live or die by viewers. They keep things smooth, donate to make money. Fixed audience is key."
This kid's a pro streamer, huh?
Her taunts hit pro level.
I was hooked on her words before I knew it.
"Starting out, no one's watching newbies. Rare pervs hunt rookies, but tiny minority."
"So how?"
"Drive traffic."
Han Ye-eun grinned like a pint-sized detective nailing the culprit.
"First live? Aggro is life."
She mentioned some agencies specialize in that now, but even she wasn't deep into it.
Anyway, gist was clear.
Make an impact on debut.
Win or flop, just etch a strong impression.
Solid advice.
Pretty rice cakes sell best.
Lured by shiny songpyeon's sheen, buy it—bam, inside's full of beans, not sesame.
Furious customer storms back? Only reply:
'No refunds for buyer's remorse, sir.'
Sold it, end of story.
Pure scam—right up there with phone, car, insurance hustles. Call it songpyeon-selling.
My exact MO, but everyday streamer life.
Some bash it as shitty service, but streaming costs money? Hate the bean songpyeon? Spit and leave.
Like a tasting corner.
Try it, like it buy it, hate it move on.
"Won't blow up instantly, of course. My early streams barely cracked 100 viewers."
"Cutie."
I replied grandly to her doomsaying.
"I'm a genius. Never had that problem."
When a man draws his sword, he cleaves not foes but the cutting board.
That's the mindset for great success.
Know how Samsong, Korea's top corp, grew?
Swallowed rivals big and small.
Every corp's a competitor to crush if you're streaming.
"...Fair. With your face, just sit pretty on cam and viewers line up."
Rare praise from sis puffed my chest.
From a 300k Nutube star, credibility maxed.
Basically, I was already a 300k creator.
Suddenly, vision: me on a penthouse roof, swirling wine, gazing down.
'People look like ants.'
Murmur at cityscape.
"Kuh, killer."
Her flattery faded my streaming doubts. Hey, maybe I could?
"Try it, hate it quit. Hobby anyway."
"True."
"Who knows? Might have mad talent. Never thought I'd stream either."
Her bold guarantee turned my dark future into a red-carpet runway.
'Not wrong.'
Workaholic Han Jeong-ho banned from jobs now—few quick pastimes available.
Like she said, streaming at best.
Faking new ID or whatever takes time—bridge the gap with this.
Han Ye-eun, 22.
Beauty Nutuber cum chit-chat streamer.
Signature: razor-sharp troll tongue.
And so, the serpent's tongue finally lured the clueless lamb.