Chapter 31: Etiquette Injector

The storm of passionate emotions burst out of my mouth.

The audience, who had been silent after finishing the song with their crazy singing skills, soon came to their senses and gave me an explosive round of applause and cheers.

-Clap clap clap clap clap-

Wow!! Crazy!!

As if he had come to his senses at that sound, Im Yu-jun spoke to me using the microphone.

[Wow, I was really surprised. What do you do?]

“I’m just an ordinary person.”

[Are you really an ordinary person? I felt sorry that I didn’t recognize you as a singer.]

“Yes, I’m an ordinary person. But I think we’ve been getting too much attention, so I think we should go. I’ll cheer on your concert.”

[Oh! Wait a minute!!]

I held the hand of my unnie who was standing next to me and left the plaza, and I heard Im Yu-jun’s voice from behind, but I didn’t answer and just left the plaza.

The place I arrived at while holding my unnie’s hand was the smoking area where I had been staying since the afternoon. I took a cigarette out of my clothes, put it in my mouth, and lit it with the lighter.

“Whew. You’re really crazy.”

“Wow… What song are you so good at, Ga-eul?”

“Pfft, let me sing a bit.”

“… Can I say that I sing a bit? What do you want the singers to do?”

[Wow, the room leader is a fraudulent character]

[You got hit with a crazy mic suppressor, you sang like that, telling them to change the mic]

[Hang-eul! Hang-eul! Hang-eul! Hang-eul! Hang-eul!]

[The room leader’s mic is really trash]

[You’re really crazy because you’re using a good mic that you use on a broadcast?]

“Ga-eul, the viewers are chatting a lot, look at this.”

When I took the stand from my older unnie’s words and looked at the chat, it was exploding.

“You little brats, the day I changed my mic, you kept nagging me to change it again, so I didn’t change it.”

[It was half joking, half serious, but now it really needs to change]

[Did you see the surprised expressions on Im Yu-jun and Bom Baram’s faces earlier? Kekekekekekeke]

[Wow, thanks to our room leader, I’m so proud of myself]

[It was really refreshing, my eargasms were crazy]

[Bom Baram’s expression was really bad, that crazy b****]

[Didn’t that crazy b*tch Bom Baram hold up the mic to tell the room leader to screw over?]

[I think so, really? I think Bom Baram saw that bastard Im Yu-jun being captivated by our room leader and drooling and said that.]

[Our room leader will be forever loyal ^^7]

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“Stop it, you little shits, it’s so embarrassing.”

[Clang!]

[Red Parade donated 10,000,000 won]

[What the f*ck is the room leader doing, the retarded pride of a mid-autumn viewer is so proud.]

[Wow, crazy 1000===]

[I’m so proud ===]

“Wow, Red, thanks for the white night. Aren’t you spending too much?”

“When I looked it up last time, Red’s ID was the name of a car and it said 7 billion won. Do you really have that?”

[Jangle!]

[Red Parade donated 1,000,000 won]

[Yeah, I have two. The referee, the black one, and I are rich. Don’t worry.]

[The chairman is really rich, lol.]

[Wow, I have two. What a different world we live in.]

[The Black Parade is so pretty, I’m so jealous.]

[Jangle!]

[Red Parade donated 1,000,000 won]

[The condition for purchasing the referee and black one is that you have to own a car from the previous season, so there’s more from the same company, lol.]

“What the hell, the chairman talks like he owns some kind of car game, shit.”

[Jangle!]

[Red Parade donated 1,000,000 won]

[I’m self-made so I have nothing to be ashamed of, rather I’m proud.]

[Damn, spending 1 million won for every word that the chairman says is real.]

[Wow, this is the average for watching Hang-eul Broadcasting!]

[Isn’t it like the chairman himself is doing 10,000 people’s work to raise the average?]

[How rich are you? I wonder if rich people don’t get stabbed in the body.]

“How rich are you?”

[Jangle!]

[Red Parade donated 1,000,000 won]

[Not super rich, just an average top-tier rich person.]

“Why is a rich kid watching Inbang?”

[Jangle!]

[Red Parade donated 1,000,000 won]

[It’s unearned income. I could live off of it for the rest of my life even if I just sat still. There’s nothing I can do, so I watch the host’s broadcast. It’s crazy fun.]

[Even Rich is watching the host’s broadcast.]

[Do rich people lick Yoplait lids?]

[I envy people with unearned income the most, damn it.]

[Jangle!]

[Red Parade donated 1,000,000 won]

[Even rich people lick Yoplait lids, eat ramen, watch the host’s broadcast, and even take a dump, you motherfuckers. Rich people are people too.]

“Haha, do they really lick Yoplait lids? That’s really funny.”

While they were laughing and chatting with the viewers, my older unnie asked me curiously.

“Ga-eul, is this the guy you mentioned as the chairman earlier?”

“Yeah, I heard he owns several cars worth 7 billion won and licks Yoplait lids?”

“Wow, you’re really rich. All the viewers of Ga-eul’s room are cheerful and funny.”

“They might seem like they’re a bit crazy, but they’re actually honest kids. They hate being pretentious. They’re so honest that they seem like beasts, that’s why.”

[Vice Commander-in-Chief, you bastard^^7]

[You’re the one who gets screwed over the most, what are you saying to us?]

[You’re the crazy bastard in this area, why are you doing that to us?]

“What the f*ck, should we take our kids to the smoking area?”

[Kkieeeek Ma-mang!]

[Hang-a-eul! Hang-a-eul! Hang-a-eul! Hang-a-eul!]

[We won’t tell anyone who messes with our boss twice.]

[Take that Ma-mang to the National Assembly!]

“Ga-eul, it’s already really dark.”

“So what do we do now? Should we have a drink?”

“Does Ga-eul like drinking?”

“Yeah, I like it, so I drink often.”

As we chatted and put out our cigarettes and went outside, we saw a man who looked to be in his mid-30s coming to the smoking area.

“Excuse me.”

I thought he was someone who came to smoke, but he suddenly spoke to me.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the manager of singer Im Yu-jun.”

“Yes, so?”

After listening to my answer, the self-proclaimed manager took the stand from my hand again, looked at the older unnie who was filming me, and suddenly said,

“Are you on a personal broadcast?”

“Is that so?”

“Please turn off the broadcast.”

“Yes?”

“I have something to say, so turn off the broadcast.”

When my unnie and I heard that, we were dumbfounded, and the viewers went crazy.

[What the hell is that guy doing?]

Who the hell are you?

Are you an idiot or a manager?

“Why are you telling me to turn off my broadcast, you retard.”

The manager, who heard me, was dumbfounded and asked back as if he didn’t hear properly.

“—Yes?”

“What the hell are you, you idiot? Did you stick your d*ck in my ear?

Who the hell are you to tell me to turn off the broadcast, you retard.”

The manager’s face turned red, and he spoke again.

“I think you didn’t hear me properly, but I’m singer Lim Yoo-jun’s manager.

Lim Yoo-jun wants me to tell you something, so turn off the broadcast.”

“I heard it well. Is it your owner in the ear pores?

You can’t know what cheap water crawled into the brain?”

I will go to my owner and be bored with my owner.

I have to ask a baby like you why not inject it.

“Did you f*ck you?”

What the heck? A piece of shit with a head full of shit is walking around with legs?

You’re a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to exist.

Why don’t you stop bothering people around you and go and get this?”

Ignoring the whining idiot, I got the phone stand from my older unnie.

“Autumn, be patient. Don’t take pictures of others with that.”

“Huh? How did you know that, older unnie?

I was going to shoot the head with this.”

“Huh, Autumn is so calm.”

Sponsor 000 won.

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But if you have a body, it’s hard to treat half.

I have to soak the baby like that.

I’m punishing it.

Everything is good; idiots are bad.

[King Lee Jeok-gat-sim]

“Stop it, kids. If you worry about it, you’ll get tired.

I want to live comfortably.”

[You already have a different look, Master]

[Seriously, you’re already wrong]

“f*ck, you’re still pretty even with those shitty f*cking glasses.”

“Oh my, I said god-gyeong, but the kids don’t know what god-gyeong is all about.”

[Then just wear something ordinary. Those damn sunglasses are so dark.]

“Hello there.”

While I was smoking a cigarette, someone spoke from behind me again.

[Here you go again?]

[I’m going for real this time.]

“I really like you, but could you give me your number?”

“I like you too. I’m not a weirdo; I’m just a student studying life, and you have really good energy, teacher.”

“Oh… is that so? I think I’ve heard that a lot.”

“Yes. But that good energy is being blocked by an angry ancestor.

To release it, we need to hold a ritual.”

“A ritual all of a sudden?”

“Of course! It’s necessary.

Life can be hard because of your ancestors.

Would you like to go to the place and study with me?

Are you in good health?

Do you have any illnesses?”

[Stop it, you crazy b*tch.]

[F*ck, it’s not money; it’s organs that will be stolen¬¬¬.]

[The real crazy b*tch in this area is Ga-eul.]