Gender Swap: The Introvert's Broadcast-Chapter 78: Life Isn’t Something You Can do as you Please

It’s possible to write the name of a streamer you like on a monitor.

That can be seen as a fan’s affection.

However, writing something related to a video in a corner like this wasn’t so common.

It felt pretty suspicious.

So, I carefully opened my mouth.

"Do you edit videos by any chance?"

I asked, thinking it might be nothing.

If I said I was curious because of the memo, it would be easier for her to explain.

When I asked, she naturally responded.

"Oh, yes. I do edit. Why do you ask?"

The woman answered without hesitation.

"I saw a memo stuck here, so I was wondering if you were editing videos for people like these."

Honestly, I didn’t know if other people did this.

But recently, I had become a bit closer to someone I contacted often, so I decided to ask.

"I edit for all of them—Gulren, Pablo, Mangming too."

"All three of them...?"

I wondered if this was possible.

To edit for so many people.

I’m not an expert in editing, but even editing for just one person full-time isn’t easy, so it seemed impressive.

Just then, she asked a follow-up question.

"Do you know any of these three? You seemed to ask about them specifically."

"I watch Mangming’s streams, so I asked just in case."

"You watch Mangming’s stream? It’s the first time I’ve heard of a guy watching Mangming’s stream."

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"It’s definitely not a broadcast that’s typically for guys."

It wasn’t really for guys, that’s something I agreed with.

In the original world, maybe it wouldn’t matter, but considering the role of men in this world, it could be a bit uncomfortable for a guy to watch that stream.

We kept chatting, and then—

"Hmm? Wait a minute, I think I’ve heard your voice somewhere before..."

The editor suddenly started suspecting me.

Since she had been editing Mangming’s broadcasts, it seemed she had recognized my voice.

‘The voice broadcasted might be a little different, but can she really tell?’

Should I say something now? I hesitated for a moment.

"Ah!"

The editor seemed to have realized something.

‘I’ve been caught.’

I should have just grabbed the PC and monitor and left without talking to her.

Regretting my decision, I spoke.

"Yes, I’m the one who duoed with Mangming, that’s me."

Given that I had become quite popular recently, it was inevitable that I would get caught.

Especially since I had connections with Mangming.

It was better to admit it first.

As I said that, she responded:

"...Huh? I was just saying your voice sounded similar to that celebrity."

The editor gave a completely unexpected reply.

In that moment, silence hung between the editor and me.

In my mind, I was running through a thousand thoughts.

‘...So I’ve just confessed for nothing?’

I was dumbfounded.

I thought she knew who I was, and that’s why I was going to admit it.

But she didn’t know at all?

I regretted my own foolishness.

Then, the editor spoke again.

"Ah, now that I think about it, your voice is similar to that of Dam-a. Though it’s slightly different."

The editor spoke again.

"By the way, this is the first time I’ve met you. There are so many comments saying you never leave your house, so I was curious how you were doing."

"Haha... I just don’t go out much."

"But you came all the way to Busan for a direct transaction. You’ve worked hard."

"Yeah, I did spend a bit of time and money."

We continued our awkward conversation, then suddenly the editor excused herself.

"Just a moment."

The editor asked for a moment, then stepped away from my sight.

A while later, she returned with a question.

"How did you plan on getting this home?"

It was a sudden question.

Since I had already thought of it, I quickly responded.

"By train, of course."

"...The PC and monitor?"

"Yeah, I don’t have a car."

"Hmm..."

The editor looked as if she was considering something for a moment, then—

"How about I give you a ride?"

She made an unexpected offer.

I wanted to accept right away, but there was something that bothered me.

"You said you don’t have a license."

"I don’t, but someone you might know is nearby, so I can get a ride from them."

"Hmm."

I was in a dilemma.

Should I accept or not?

Logically, accepting made sense, but my pride was a little hurt by the offer.

"Could I know who will be giving me a ride?"

I decided to ask the most important question first.

I couldn’t just get into a car with a complete stranger, after all.

"Well, it’s Mangming. He came to Daegu around noon to visit his hometown."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah. Mangming comes down to his hometown a lot. I also go there sometimes to meet him for a meal when I have time."

I hadn’t known this at all.

I didn’t know Mangming was from Daegu, and I didn’t know he was there now.

But something bothered me.

‘...It feels a bit awkward to ask him directly though.’

Even though Mangming and I had become quite close, we weren’t at the point where we knew each other’s secrets.

It felt a bit uncomfortable to ask for such a favor.

So, I carefully said:

"I’m not that close to Mangming, so it’s a bit awkward to ask..."

"Don’t worry about that. I contacted Mangming and he said he’d come right away."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Want to see the message?"

"Sure, if it’s not too much trouble."

I checked the message from Mangming on the editor’s phone.

[Me: Mangming]

[Mangming: Yeah, why?]

[Me: Are you coming to Busan?]

[Mangming: Why?]

[Me: Dam-a is here.]

[Mangming: ?????]

[Mangming: Stop messing around.]

[Me: I’m serious.]

[Me: Call me.]

There was a record of our call as well.

"Well, now I have no reason to refuse."

In that case, I had no reason to turn it down.

It wasn’t like they were picking me up from Seoul, but from Daegu.

Mangming had to go to Seoul anyway.

"Seems like it’ll take about an hour, so just relax here for a bit. Mangming’s YouTube channel has been doing pretty well thanks to Dam-a."

It was a brief comment, but it showed how much Mangming’s YouTube views had increased because of me.

I wasn’t upset about it.

I had gained a lot of viewers as well.

‘It’s a win-win for both of us.’

Neither of us had any reason to be upset.

It was a perfect arrangement.

"Then I’ll relax for a bit and head out."

"Feel free to stay and relax."

The editor said that and went to the kitchen to ask about my coffee preference.

"Would you like it iced or hot?"

"I like it cold, so iced is fine."

"Okay."

I ended up having a cold coffee, unintentionally relaxing a bit while waiting at the editor’s house.

How much time had passed?

Ding-!

The sound of the doorbell ringing, followed by a familiar voice.

I could clearly recognize it, as it had been less than a day since I had last heard it.

"Hyunji, I’m here."

It seemed like Hyunji was the editor’s name.

I got up from the couch, surprised at the unexpected information, and greeted them.

"Already here?"

"Yeah, what’s going on? You’re really here."

"I got the message saying you were coming, what do you mean by that?"

"Could’ve been a lie."

"Who would lie and bring someone all the way from Daegu to Busan?"

"Hmm."

Seeing Mangming’s reaction, it seemed the editor had pulled off this kind of stunt before.

Maybe it was because she resembled her employer.

She definitely had a bit of a mischievous streak, I thought as I spoke.

"By the way, let’s go quickly if we’re going. It’ll be hard to drive if we’re late."

Of course, I wasn’t the one driving, but if something happened, it would be troublesome.

It seemed better to leave quickly if we were going.

"Shall we? Honestly, I don’t have much to do here."

"Then let’s go now."

If I had a license, I would’ve driven instead, but I was feeling a bit regretful about it.

Just as I was thinking that—

"Ugh... Let’s go quickly then. I want to sleep at home. I was planning to sleep at my parents' house, but since you’re here, I came straight away."

"Even if you say that, I don’t feel guilty at all."

"You’re heartless."

Of course, she was just saying that, but I was really grateful.

I’d make sure to get her a gift later.

We chatted for a while as we moved the monitor and PC to the car.

The editor and Mangming helped a bit, though it wasn’t much help.

Once we moved everything, we got into the car.

"The car smells like you. It has that feminine scent."

"...Does it smell a lot?"

"Not really, but it’s fine. I like it."

"...Okay, let’s go then."

I quickly said goodbye to the editor, and Mangming and I left Busan.

We planned to get to Seoul before dark.

It was a journey far different from what I had expected.

If I had known, I wouldn’t have made any plans.

Regretful, we quickly headed towards Seoul.

I still had to stream once I got there.