Chapter 38: Watch Party(2)

I regret it.

When the notice titled [Please introduce Baemon’s room~!] was posted, I was so excited that I finished cleaning the room and quickly took pictures and uploaded them.

If only I hadn’t been the first to post…

If only I had…

This wouldn’t have happened.

[Now, nickname RikyuelSaranggae. Hmm. That’s a bit of a malicious nickname?]

I quickly logged onto the fan cafe and deleted my post, but it was already too late.

Rikyuel had already brought up my post on the broadcast screen and was looking at my nickname.

Because of this broadcast delay…

Ugh…

No matter how good the internet is and how advanced the technology is, there was still a delay in the broadcast because it takes time to transmit the broadcast.

Usually, I don’t care about the delay because it’s almost insignificant, but in a situation where the difference is just 1 second, the broadcast delay was fatal.

So I pressed delete quickly, but when the message that Rikyuel had already read the title of my post was sent to my phone, there was a high possibility that the real Rikyuel had already clicked on my post and looked at its contents.

So even though I deleted it as quickly as possible, it was too late.

“Ah. Idiot. If only I had remembered that a little sooner… Seriously, haa.”

I don’t know why I forgot that fact.

I gave up, berating myself for my memory that was worse than a goldfish.

So anyway, deleting it now didn’t mean much.

When Rikyuel finished reading my post and went outside, only then would a message saying that the post had been deleted appear.

“I don’t know. It will be fine.”

In the end, I gave up and collapsed on my bed.

Perhaps, it seemed more inhumane because there was almost no clutter.

… But I still had everything.

In a way, I looked around my room at her words.

The interior of the room was not much different from the layout in the photo.

Just as Rikyuel said, there was nothing in my room.

A single mattress, and a white desk.

A closet.

A computer and a white chair on top of it.

Since I couldn’t see any books, there was no bookshelf, but there was a beam projector hanging from the wall and ceiling far away, and a neat screen.

And since it was a studio, there was just a sink and a bathroom?

And a sofa that I had bought to use when guests came over, and a dining table and two chairs.

I bought those because of a college friend who sometimes came to my room with Lee Chung-ha.

[Oh, you must be very thorough with cleaning. The house is all white and very clean. It’s a little scary.]

[There’s a friend of mine who really likes the color white. The one who always wears a white hoodie?]

[Is he a guy? No? Of course he’s a girl. Anyway, it’s like looking at their house. Really?]

It’s me.

No matter how I look at it, that’s me talking.

Among my friends, I’m the only one who really likes white.

Of course, I don’t know everything about my child’s relationships, but at least I knew that he didn’t have many friends.

In the first place, that was when I cleaned the house thoroughly in order to take pictures.

It wasn’t usually a house that felt so immaculately clean.

Just like the average single-person household.

Rikyuel looked at my pictures for a moment, then something occurred to him.

He smiled sinisterly to himself as usual and said,

[This might be a bit rude, but can I dare say this? Rikyuel-loving dog?]

What were you going to say?

When Rikyuel hesitated like that, he usually never said anything good.

No, Rikyuel is the epitome of negativity, sullenness, and venom.

Did he never say anything good in the first place?

[It’s kind of like… a mental hospital! There’s nothing there, just white furniture. Oh, I’m sorry. Hehe.]

Are you going to apologize after saying everything you wanted to say?

Why does she say “It’s like a mental hospital” so cheerfully?

It’s so frustrating.

Habitually rude.

As expected, the viewer Goro-shi was Rikyuel.

It seemed like everyone else had similar thoughts as the chat windows kept popping up.

[This room is scary ππ]

[A mental hospital in a house where people live, you b*tch]

[But honestly, okay. It’s so white I think I’m going crazy]

[But how do people really live in a place like that]

[Surprise rudeness]

And Rikyuel, who was quickly scrolling down to check my photos to see if there was anything else to see, stopped scrolling at one point.

It was a photo of her goods collection next to my computer desk.

From the left, a photocard, keyring, mouse pad, mochi cushion, and the long-awaited acrylic stand SD figure.

Those were the only things I could brag about in this desolate house.

Rikyuel looked closely at the photos and opened her mouth.

[Wow. I finally found the only thing in this house that smells like people. You guys.]

Then she giggled and continued speaking.

[But isn’t it touching? That photocard was the very first goods that came out?]

[And that SD figure is the newest goods? From what I can see, this person bought all of my goods from beginning to end?]

[Great. Great. Everyone, clap, clap! Wow~!]

The kind-hearted Baemons send applause emoticons at her forced applause.

Right. Do you understand now?

I made one of your computer cases for you.

No, actually, I think I did more than that.

I might have made even the monitor and audio interface for you…

[Wow, I’ve really released a lot of goods compared to the time I was on air. You bought them all. Thank you so much~! Please take care of me in the future~!]

Nara is excited to meet Heukwoo and smiles brightly.

Then, the viewers’ chats pour in.

[Ah. Lee Yuk-soo]

[Baemon, live in reality. For the price of those goods, I could have bought a bookshelf.]

[Heart Unit Naga Naga Housing Housing]

[You bought that much, that’s enough. You want me to buy more in the future?]

[Really, Q-el, this is too much.]

While I was shouting ‘o’ inside, I thought you’d buy them all even if I didn’t tell you to anyway.

That’s the broth.

In fact, I had the voice pack and other things that weren’t in real life.

Rikyuel must have thought it was time to wrap things up now, because she quickly went down, pressed the heart, and left a comment on my post.

[The room is really clean. How about filling it up by buying more Rikyuel goods that make it smell like people? (laughs)]

This comment…

You crazy watermelon queen Rikyuel.

[Here too, watermelon is CC]

[Stop using watermelon as a herb. Baemon is going to starve to death.]

[I’ll buy a Rikyuel figure so I can eat triangle kimbap πT]

Rikyuel bursts out laughing at the people’s shocked reactions, saying it was a joke.

Whether it was a joke or not, she was definitely a scary woman.

[Then should we check out the next room now? What kind of room will it be in?]

Rikyuel presses the back button and goes outside.

At that moment, a phrase suddenly appeared on her screen.

[The author deleted the post]

Then Rikyuel seemed slightly embarrassed and let out a snicker.

[What did I do wrong? Did I slip up a little? Why did you delete it?]

Then Baemon and the others started laughing along.

[33333333]

[I deleted it because I was so pissed ====]

[-1]

[Viewer Goro-shi succeeded today!]

[That’s why he said he never participated in the show again]

Actually, that’s not why I deleted it, but I can’t explain it.

[No-Come back-Baemon! Rikyuel-loving dog~! I was wrong! Don’t delete the post!]

She just smiled as she looked at Rikyuel, who was begging her to come back.

After that, the exploration of other rooms continued.

Most of them were the rooms of a typical male student living alone, but there were a few rooms that were memorable.

[They’re all display cases of figures? Wow, really? There are figures inside.]

[Wow~! The Gundam looks cool like that. But what’s with that figure skirt? Can you see the panties underneath?]

Oh. Rikyvel.

That’s all she learned from watching and learning, and Ri-Q-el who only learned useless things from the viewers.

The room of a crazy figure collector who collected 20 million won worth of figures.

[Is this really a woman? Look at that, you guys. That thing on the desk is tint.]

[Is that YSL Vernis à Levres Vinyl Cream? I have that too?]

[What is Vernis à Levres Vinyl Cream? What the heck? It’s the name of a tint.]

There was also the room of the Vernis that was the girl or guy who set the Vernis ablaze.

[Something like a Russian noblewoman? Her name is freaking Guinea.]

[Vernia? What?]

[Beautiful Vernet ]

[What the f*ck are you talking about? Speak in Korean.]

[So is that person Kozai? Then introduce yourself.]

[Do you want to date Bae Soon-ah?]

[If you don’t mind, can I get her number?]

[Looking for a 25-year-old athletic man looking for a girlfriend. Look for a 25-year-old athletic man looking for a girlfriend. Look for a 25-year-old athletic man looking for a girlfriend. Look for a 25-year-old athletic man looking for a girlfriend.]

That room’s chat window became so dirty that it stayed in my memory for a long time.

Oh, by the way, the comment that included Rikyuel was [Are you a Kozaim?].

He does exactly the same thing as Baemon.

It’s totally gross.

And another memorable room is Baemon’s home gym training room, where he uploaded a mirror shot of his wide back.

[Baemon….sob sob… Are you watching my broadcast from a place like that? Don’t bother me, just…]

When it rains, it leaks, so he lives with a bucket of water.

Sometimes the boiler doesn’t work, so he takes a cold shower in the winter, and he keeps mold on the wallpaper as a pet.

That was the room of Baemon, a poor person who raised mold on the wallpaper as a pet.

After the long, long room exploration content, after playing a short game in the remaining time, Rikyuel ended the broadcast.

[Let’s meet tomorrow~! Let’s meet tomorrow~! Let’s meet tomorrow~! Let’s meet tomorrow~!]

I spammed a farewell message before the chat window closed.

And soon, as usual, the broadcast screen turned off lonely.

As the broadcast ended, I came back to reality.

And in an instant, a dizzying thought came over me, wondering what to do.

“… What should I do? Should I just cancel and pretend we never made a promise?”

That was one thing.

Honestly, I might just be making a fuss, but…

Rikyuel had seen so many rooms; he might not even remember mine.

As I was thinking about that, a message suddenly came from Yu-ah.

It seemed like she sent the message right after the broadcast ended.

[Hey]

[Yeah]

[Can I sleep over at your house on the day of the Octopus Game screening?]

Sleeping over…?

The moment I received that text, the option to cancel the promise disappeared from my mind…

“Hmm. Wait a minute, where should I move this?”

I found myself thinking about how to rearrange the furniture.