Chapter 52 : Chairman’s Position

Time flew by, and December 29th, the day of the year-end fan meeting, had arrived.

I put on the clothes and accessories I had struggled to buy over six hours and moved to the front door.

Before putting on my shoes, I checked once more to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything.

I packed the smartphone for the flower shop owner and made sure I hadn’t left anything behind. Feeling reassured, I took out the boots stored in the shoe cabinet and put them on. Just as I was about to step out of the house, Ji-hye’s voice called out from behind.

“Nayeon! Fighting!”

“…Okay.”

Ji-hye sent me off with positive energy as I left the house.

I’m not exactly sure what she was cheering me on for, though.

Sigh…

Before heading to the fan meeting location, I paused and let out a warm breath.

Beyond the scene of white breath dissipating in the air, the red sunset was setting beyond the horizon. I had only thought about Curry’s reaction and decided to attend the fan meeting, but I found myself more nervous.

I found it amusing and couldn’t help but laugh.

Having already made the decision, I thought I might as well enjoy it and continued walking.

With a lighter mindset, my steps felt strangely light.

Normally, I would have felt the eyes of others and been conscious of them, but right now, I didn’t care at all.

After stepping out onto the street near my house, I caught a taxi.

Fortunately, the pub where Curry’s fan meeting was being held wasn’t far from here.

After telling the driver the destination, I stared blankly at the frosted window during the ride.

I must have been lost in thought for a while, as we soon arrived at the destination.

After paying the fare and getting out of the taxi, I headed to the fan meeting location.

It was my first time in this area, and with the heavy foot traffic, it was confusing. Thankfully, I managed to arrive at the fan meeting location on time.

“Oh…”

Or so I thought.

“Sigh… Damn it.”

I sighed and muttered a curse under my breath.

I had arrived at a different, similar-looking pub.

During his break, Curry had searched various places to find a pub to rent.

He found one with a comfortable atmosphere—not too dark or too bright.

Fortunately, Curry managed to rent such a pub at a lower-than-average price, and he scouted the location before the fan meeting day.

“This looks good enough, right?”

“Let’s do one more check, just to be sure.”

“Sigh… Our boss is so meticulous.”

Ignoring the manager’s grumbling, Curry inspected the set tables one more time.

This fan meeting was on a much larger scale compared to previous fan meetings or year-end parties.

In fact, it was more like a party than a fan meeting due to its size.

Determined that the fan meeting should leave good memories and not bad ones, Curry meticulously checked the tables.

After the thorough inspection, Curry confirmed everything was in order and prepared to start the stream.

Deciding it was better to start the stream during the fan meeting rather than before it began, Curry opened the pub’s entrance.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, Curry, I’m a huge fan!”

“Ahaha… Thank you.”

The fan meeting winners waiting at the entrance began to enter the pub.

Curry stood by, exchanging simple greetings and letting the fans inside. Then, he picked up the nearby camera.

With the managers, editors, and pub staff guiding people to their seats, it was the perfect timing to start the broadcast.

[Live]

[Curry is streaming.]

Once the fans were seated, Curry’s stream went live.

Curry adjusted the camera angle to show only part of the pub until the viewers gathered.

[What’s this? Inside a pub?]

[Open the door, host! No, turn the camera!!!]

[Just hearing your voice is driving me crazy]

[If I were lucky, I would be there right now]

[Why are Curry’s viewers so handsome and pretty? It’s ridiculous]

[All those chatting are deceivers, ha ha]

As more viewers started to join, Curry adjusted the camera to show his face.

[Welcome, Curry]

[Move your face, please]

[Viewers are blocking the handsome faces]

[The competition is already fierce]

[Curry, get your ugly face out of the way]

Curry intentionally remained silent, holding the camera and walking around the pub.

Curry made sure to tour the inside of the pub from angles that minimized showing the attendees’ faces, and the viewers’ reactions were enthusiastic.

The excitement was palpable, as this fan meeting was on a completely different scale compared to the ones held in previous years.

Some viewers regretted not being able to join this time.

Others enjoyed the situation, chatting as usual.

Some commented on how much Curry had grown to be able to rent such a pub.

Of course, with the chat moving so quickly, most messages couldn’t be read, but Curry managed to catch a few relevant questions.

“The fans haven’t all arrived yet. Some mentioned they would be a bit late.”

[LOL, being late to this?]

[If someone gets lost and doesn’t make it to the fan meeting, that’s legendary.]

[Did the chairman arrive? I’m curious about that person.]

[Come on, flower shop owner in heaven!!!]

[Is it true there’s a handsome, 500 lb deadlifter attending?]

[Isn’t Barcode coming? Sometimes friendly streamers are invited.]

[Would Curry even invite Barcode? LOL]

“To accommodate those who are late, I’m trying to buy some time like this. Hurry up, folks. I can’t stall much longer.”

With a mischievous smile, Curry grabbed the camera and headed to the first table.

This fan meeting involved Curry going around each table to interact with the fans.

Naturally, the attendees had consented to having their faces shown on the stream.

Curry sat in an empty seat at the first table and took out the prepared question sheet. These were questions the fans at this table had submitted when they signed up.

As Curry scanned the questions on the top of the question sheet, his expression hardened.

Then, forcing a smile and grinding his teeth, he spoke quietly.

“Someone asked when grind grind I’ll do grind grind a marriage content with Barcode.”

[Starting spicy with the first question, LOL] [The grind sounds, LOL] [This is karma, Curry] [Take it like a champ] [I sense a killer vibe in his eyes] [Got goosebumps just now]

Curry made eye contact with each of the five fans sitting at the table.

It was as if there were masters of acting, as none of them showed any awkward reactions.

Since it wasn’t Curry’s job to guide the fans to their seats, he had no idea who among them had written that question.

“My answer to this question is… I feel like I’ve said something similar before, but do you think I’ll do it?!”

Doing a marriage content with Barcode, or rather, Nayeon Queen?

With the notorious sniper who had harassed him for years?

A “We Got Married” type of content? Really?

Reality collaborations were possible, but marriage content was crossing the line.

Well, maybe it could be okay.

But no matter how much he thought about it, it was absurd, and thinking about it multiple times didn’t change that.

Would Barcode, who openly harassed me even during collaborations, really not bother me during a marriage content?

If anything, she’d probably torment me even more, and the typical marriage content atmosphere would never happen.

Of course, that’s exactly what the viewers, our damn fans, would want.

Curry just wanted to spread the fact that Nayeon Queen and Barcode were the same person as quickly as possible and end their long-standing bad relationship.

“Let’s move on to the next question. The next question is, ‘What color is your underwear today?'”

[Lol, starting with the classic fan meeting question] [Revealing underwear color in front of female fans, LOL] [Public humiliation play, oh yeah] [If it were me, I wouldn’t answer and just live on]

“…Today’s underwear color is grey.”

Curry ended up revealing his underwear color in front of the female fans and bowed his head.

The bowing man, Curry, had no strange intentions.

Having been hit with the combo of a marriage content question with Barcode and the underwear color question right from the start, Curry gritted his teeth.

He had somewhat recovered from the nightmare of the finals, but it felt like his mind was cracking again.

However, Curry was a professional streamer, and he quickly regained his composure and began answering the next questions.

“Curry, you reached Diamond 2 in your last stream, but I’m Diamond 4. Are we friends now? Can I call you ‘bro’?”

“Who do you think was the main reason for losing the finals? I had 13 deaths in the official match. Oh, I’ll remember the questioner’s nickname.”

“I’m curious about your ideal type! Oh, finally a normal question.”

Receiving a normal question at last, Curry’s decaying expression brightened as he pondered.

For Curry, who usually wasn’t interested in the opposite s*x and only cared about games and making money, this was a rather difficult question.

‘Ideal type… Ideal type…’

Thinking about his ideal type, Curry naturally pictured Barcode.

It wasn’t because he had any personal affection for her, but because she was the only woman he had recently interacted with.

At least, as long as she wasn’t like Barcode, who was eager to torment him, it would be fine.

“My ideal type is quite ordinary. Just someone who respects each other, has a warm heart, a good personality, dislikes bothering others, and is somewhat pretty.”

[That kind of woman doesn’t exist, LOL] [Including “pretty” means it’s not an ordinary ideal type] [Where in the world is such a woman, LOL] [There’s a woman who’s the exact opposite of that near Curry] [Mentioning “that” is banned] [The woman you described doesn’t exist in reality]

Curry moved on to the next question.

There were many tables waiting for their turn for the Q&A, so he couldn’t spend too much time at one place.

Skipping the tables where people hadn’t arrived yet, Curry headed to the prepared tables.

Receiving various questions and making the fans laugh, Curry diligently moved around the pub. As the ordered snacks and drinks started to arrive, the atmosphere of the fan meeting heated up even more. Unable to refuse the drinks offered by the fans, Curry trusted his drinking capacity and drank.

How much time had passed?

Just as a pleasant buzz from the alcohol was setting in.

“Boss. The flower shop owner has arrived…”

“Huh? Oh, right. She said she’d be a little late.”

Curry had received a text from the flower shop owner saying she’d be late because she got lost.

Remembering that, Curry stood up from his resting spot.

He staggered for a moment due to the alcohol, but quickly regained his balance and handed the camera to the manager.

‘What’s wrong with him…’

The manager’s expression looked a bit off, but Curry didn’t pay much attention and started walking forward.

Since they were on the second floor of the pub, he had to go down the stairs. Carefully descending to the first floor, Curry looked around.

The people who had been drinking on the first floor before he went upstairs were now strangely quiet, all staring at one spot.

Curry naturally turned his head towards where everyone was looking.

Their gazes were fixed on the pub’s entrance, where a woman was drawing all the attention.

Rather than a bright feel, she had long straight hair in a dark shade of red.

Her makeup was simple and not too heavy, highlighting her natural beauty.

The minimal makeup played a modest role in accentuating her appearance.

Her overall beauty was undoubtedly her own.

The black leggings and white t-shirt visible beneath the grey long knit cardigan looked high-end.

Anyone could tell they were luxury items, and her body was adorned with various high-end brands.

From her wristwatch to the multiple rings she wore, everything was high-end.

Tap, tap-

The woman approached Curry, who stood there dumbfounded.

Everyone held their breath, watching the scene unfold.

In the heavy silence, the woman finally spoke.

“I’m the flower shop owner.”

The woman, Barcode, introduced herself as the flower shop owner with an enchanting smile.

“I arrived a bit late, didn’t I?”