[TS] Starting the Broadcast

The duo with Mia was successful in many ways.
There were no sanctions due to excessive swearing, and the viewer count comfortably hit 3,000, clearing the mission.
The lucrative water balloon mission could now be called a regular and the best contributor to point earnings.
However, the increasingly large numbers were an unavoidable burden.

[Mission!]
[Let’s achieve 6000 offering water balloons.]
[Reward: 60 points]

Now it had reached a level where it would take about 3 days to clear unless something special happened.
Of course, I wasn’t too dissatisfied since the reward points increased as well… Anyway, my broadcast could be said to have entered a stable period.
For about a month, I led the broadcast smoothly without incidents or controversies, and now the viewer count was stably maintaining around 200.
Of course, it was still much less compared to Mia or Lark’s 1000s, but it’s nonsensical to compare with BJs who have been broadcasting for at least 3 years.
I was doing well enough even now.
‘Yes, that’s the mindset to grow little by little.’
Impatience is forbidden.

After that, a similar daily routine continued for about 2 weeks.
I wake up in the morning, check today’s plans, and spend about an hour managing the stocks I hold from around 9 AM when the market opens.
And then I practice repeatedly until it’s time for the broadcast.
Voice impersonation, singing, makeup, researching new content and all.
After spending time frugally, it’s suddenly 5 PM.
Then I start the broadcast.
I laugh, chat, joke with viewers, and sometimes pretend to be angry.
Before I know it, it’s past 9 PM and time to wrap up the broadcast.
A tiring day, but also rewarding.
I wash up lightly and think about the points earned today and various situations that occurred during the broadcast.
Then sleep.
In my dreams, I appear as the man I used to be.
Suffering from the hellish subway on the way to work.
Bowing my head to avoid the nagging of a boss suffering from M-shaped baldness.
Walking home with heavy steps after finishing overtime work.
Trying hard to comfort myself saying I endured well today too after returning home.
And then I wake up.
It was a strange feeling.
I still pride myself as a ‘man’, but after more than a month has passed, I’ve somewhat adapted to the ‘woman’s’ body.
And to the fulfilling lifestyle that has changed now.

[Is it because you’re more satisfied with your current life as a woman?]
“Shut up!”
I reflexively shouted at the question that struck the core.

What am I thinking from the morning.
I let out a short sigh and checked the results I had diligently harvested like an ant for the past 2 weeks.
1130 points.
It’s time to move on to the next step.
But it was still a bit lacking.
I roughly estimated the abilities, and about 1200 points were needed.
So, today’s broadcast aimed to fill that.

“Come on in, welcome. You’ve waited long.”
-The room owner’s in a good mood today? ㅋㅋ
-Ahem! We’ve waited long, so hurry and set a grand table.
-Noona, let’s do a cam broadcast! It’s been 2 weeks already.
-How about doing another joint broadcast with Mia? I’m looking forward to round 2 of the battle with snipers.

The viewers raised their voices excitedly, anticipating what today’s content would be.
But unfortunately, I had content prepared in advance for today!

“Ta-da! It’s the Ideal Type World Cup that everyone loves!”
-Another Ideal Type World Cup, stop!
-Everyone loves it? I don’t, who exactly?
-We did this three days ago too! Don’t do this!

“Huh? I think you’re mistaken about something. What we did then was the ‘Army Food’ Ideal Type World Cup, and today’s topic is different.”

-ㅋㅋㅋ
-Just type ㄹㅇㅋㅋ.
-I can’t help but applaud the room owner’s wisdom.
-The army food one was legendary. Who would have thought seafood bibim sauce would make it to the quarterfinals.
-The match-ups were even more chilling ㅋㅋ The first match was crap soup and the next was the vinyl rice we ate during training.
-Ugh… I feel PTSD coming. Stop the army talk!

There were some viewers showing slight dissatisfaction with similar content, but it couldn’t be helped.
In just over a month, I had already gone through all the content I could do once.
It’s not possible to always show fresh content.
I decided to endure the criticism silently and proceed with today’s broadcast.

“Well, I actually had a part-time job in my early 20s. You’ve all experienced it once, right? To revive those memories, I’ll conduct a Convenience Store Troublemaker World Cup.”

-Troublemaker… memories?
-ㅋㅋㅋ This is so funny. Troublemakers are memories? They’re memories I want to erase.
-I don’t accept anything but CU. The orthodox is CU!
-There’s only GE convenience store in my neighborhood, so it gets boring. I want to buy various products if possible.

Once the topic was set, fortunately, the viewers started to focus.
Complaints about each convenience store brand, reviews, stories about their part-time jobs, etc… It seemed endless if left alone, so I quickly started the Ideal Type World Cup.

“We’ll do it shortly today, so it’s 16 rounds. Then let’s go!”

Two photos appear on the screen, divided left and right.
On the left was an employee crouching down stocking items, and on the right was a minor boldly asking to sell cigarettes without an ID card.

“Hmm, this is obvious. Of course the right one. But before that, let me tell a short story.”

I remember.
It was 8 years ago.
When I had just turned 20, I started a weekend afternoon part-time job at a GE convenience store near my house.
I was working hard when a young customer came in and ordered Marlboro cigarettes.
But looking at his face, he seemed like a minor no matter how I looked, so I asked for ID, and he said he left it at home.
Of course, I said I couldn’t sell cigarettes.
Then the young customer frowned and said,
“Tch, you’re being so picky. Just sell it.”
And he was about to leave the store.
At first, I was stunned for about a second at the unexpected remark, but soon I reacted.
I quickly chased after him and shouted,
“Hey, what’s with you? Come back here!”

-ㅎㄷㄷ; Hani was at least a gangster unni.
-What’s with that aura?
-Hani probably has some tattoos. Agree?
-I think I’ve seen Hani before. She was smoking cloud candy in a dark alley.

“I don’t have tattoos or anything. I don’t smoke either! If you spread strange rumors, you’ll be blacklisted. Anyway, that young kid ran away without looking back.”

-I would have run away too.
-The problem is that high school kids whose blood hasn’t even dried try to smoke. It’s not even good, they just put it in their mouths trying to look cool.
-Yeah, that’s an old person’s thinking.
-Caught you! The runaway real high school kid.

“Hey! Don’t fight. Let’s go to the next one right away.”

After selecting the right one, the picture changes.
On the left was a customer who didn’t know the name of the cigarette they smoke, and on the right was a customer who leaves without closing the door.

“Hmm, this is a bit ambiguous. Neither is that annoying, but to be honest, the left one seems a bit more problematic.”

-Why is that?
-Isn’t it more annoying when they don’t close the door? Even if they don’t know the cigarette name, it can be resolved inside the counter, but with the door, you have to go all the way to the entrance and come back, which is bothersome.
-Wow! The above is at least Solomon.
-Now that I hear it, the above seems right.

“No. It’s not that kind of problem. Actually, there are no customers who intentionally leave the door open. Usually, they think they closed the door, but it stops halfway due to lack of strength.”

I introduced another case.
When multiple customers come and go at the same time, the door is left open, and subsequent customers misunderstand that it was originally left open, so it remains open.

-Oh! Now that you mention it, that’s true.
-Then what about not knowing the cigarette name?

“Anyway, not closing the door can be called a mistake, but cigarettes are different. Don’t smokers usually use only one type? That’s what I know.”

-Why are you asking that? You know it well yourself. ㅋㅋ
-Does the room owner smoke menthol? Or strong ones?

“Ah, really! I don’t smoke. Anyway, not knowing the name of the cigarette you smoke and wandering in front of the counter for several minutes? This is really inconsiderate. Honestly, it just takes a little effort. It’s not some incomprehensible alien language, it’s just 5-6 letters like Dunhill, Marlboro something.”

-That’s right. Lack of effort. Effort!
-ㅋㅋㅋ Actually, doesn’t the room owner hate smokers? The previous one was about cigarettes too, and this time you chose someone cigarette-related as a troublemaker.
-In League of Legends, cigarette addicts are actually the most hated. When everyone’s defending against invade, and they come late asking for a leash with a ping, I want to hit them.

“Alright, let’s move on to the next one.”

-Oh!
-This is a big match.
-A preview of the finals ㄷㄷ;

As the viewers said, both sides were strong.
On the left was a customer making unreasonable requests saying they know the owner, and on the right was a customer who throws items or money at the counter.

I imagine it in my head.
No, it’s not imagination, I had similar experiences.
Those who make various demands saying they’re regular customers, though not quite the owner’s acquaintance.

“There are many. Starting from people who think this is a storage place and leave their things here because they’re regulars and know the owner well, to those who think the front of the store is a parking lot…”

There were many others too.
People asking for credit, or buying a carton of cigarettes and then demanding a lighter as service, and even shameless people with no concept asking to borrow money.

-This is the level of consciousness in Hell Joseon ㄷㄷ
-This battle… my heart becomes majestic from the start.
-It’s the room owner’s chest that’s majestic.

[A컵보면짖는개 has been forcibly removed.]

“Strange comments are cut immediately.”

-We’re good children so we don’t do that!
-ㅋㅋㅋ Good thoughts. Good thoughts. Good thoughts.

The next in line is the bastard who throws money or items at the counter.
The basic option for these guys is equipped with ‘informal speech’.
PTSD arises as soon as I see it.

“It was a cold winter. That day, it was snowing particularly heavily, so I was in a bad mood all day sweeping during work hours.”

-What’s with the flashback .
-Extreme Job: Convenience Store Part-timer Edition .

Snow was falling.