Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 109

The K-pop Song World Cup continued smoothly.

• Definitely the winning one.
• Isn’t this the losing one?
• No, it’s clearly the winner.

Surprisingly, Tenshi blended well into the chat.
Her ID might be flashy, but she was chatting so naturally it was hard to tell she wasn’t a local.

“Hm…”
Everyone says it’s the winning one, huh?

Personally, I like the second song better.
It might be a bit unfamiliar, but its bouncy beat is so appealing.

“Alright, I’ll choosae the second one~.”

• ??
• What?
• Are your ears okay?
• Haha, wow.

“Hey, this is my World Cup. The people’s opinion doesn’t matter here.”

• Whoa, dictator vibes.
• A dictatorship in a democracy, tsk tsk.
• What is this nonsense in a free country?

“Alright, the next song is this one.”

• Haha, here we go again.
• Definitely the winner.
• No, this is the loser.

As I kept going through the songs, I noticed something about the chat… they all seemed a bit ridiculous.

There were quite a few Japanese viewers who had joined upon hearing Tenshi was here. Should I really be showing this chaotic side of Korea to them?
Then again, more than half of them probably couldn’t even read the fast-flowing chat.

• Step down, Dictator Miro!

“Step down, Dictator Miro? You… oh, wait, it’s Tenshi.”

• LOL
• Why is Tenshi here?
• Even Japanese people can’t hold back.
• Look at her pretending not to know even though she’s the manager.
• This guy, really, LOL.

“Alright, next song.”

• Haha.
• Winning one.
• Winning one.
• Losing one.

That’s the beauty of the Song World Cup.
No matter the topic, as soon as the next song plays, everyone’s brain resets, busy picking sides again.

So, I can bring up things comfortably.

• Gasp.
• What?
• This is…
• Hmm…
• Oh no…

Sometimes, though, reactions like this pop up mid-song.

• This is…
• Sigh.
• Oh no.

The entertainment industry isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, so sometimes a controversial idol appears.
In moments like that, it’s tricky to react properly as a streamer.

“Hm… Wow, the next song is really good, isn’t it?”

• True, LOL.
• Fact: Hasn’t even listened yet.
• This song is sooo captivating.
• What?
• Gasp.
• Is this being glossed over?
• Our idols are still good kids, okay?

“Alright, the next song.”

• Winning one.
• Losing one.
• Haha, here we go again.
• Definitely the winner.
• Nope, it’s the loser.

And so, the Song World Cup carried on smoothly.
Since the 128th round was already finished, the rest naturally sped up.
After all, these were songs I’d already heard. The 64th round progressed quickly.

Things changed from the 32nd round onward, though.

“This is tough.”

• For real…
• Finals-level matchup.
• Why did these two have to go head-to-head?

From here, the competition featured carefully selected songs that had already won their previous rounds.
Most of them were monthly #1s, some even annual #1s. It was hard to pick.
With no shortcomings in quality or performance, it all boiled down to personal preference.

“Hm… Hm…”

And the viewers were in the same boat.

• Winning one.
• No, losing one.
• Are you tone-deaf?
• Winning one, let’s go.
• I’m holding my breath until you pick the losing one.

The opinions were more divided than before.

Still…

“I’m choosing the song on the right.”

In the end, it’s my decision as the host.

• ??
• What? No, it’s the winner!
• Just let Miro pick already.
• If you’re mad, go host your own World Cup, LOL.
• These bossy types are the problem.
• Ugh, newbies.

“Alright, next song.”

• Winning one.
• Losing one.
• Losing one.
• Winning one.

Honestly, the chat might seem intense, but as soon as the next song plays, everyone’s busy taking sides again.

And as I kept going…

“Hm…”
The song I had decided to push to the finals came up.

Its opponent was no joke either.
I could just pick it and move on, but… for this song, I wanted to rationalize it a bit with the viewers.

• Losing one.
• Winning one.
• Ugh, I said it’s the winner.

“Since opinions are so divided, I’ll analyze both and make a decision.”

• Nice.
• Translation: Shut up while I pick what I want.
• This is the winner, obviously…
• Just pick already.
• Spoiler: He’s going to pick what she originally planned to.
• Oppa, which one’s better?
• Losing one.

But these guys… they don’t seem like they’ll listen no matter what I say.

Without much ado, I clicked on the song on the right.
It was, of course, the one I planned to crown as the winner.

• ???
• ?
• What was that?

“Analysis complete. From now on, we’ll proceed with AI-style analysis.”

• Haha.
• Are you just picking based on views?
• Such a sellout.
• Just pick with integrity.

“No, I mean I’ll proceed as fast as an AI. From now, we’ll just output results.”

If no explanation is needed, isn’t it enough to achieve my goal?
From this point on, I relied on memory and quickly picked songs.

• ????
• Ah…
• Please…
• Stream longer.
• Spoiler: Stream ends in 10 minutes…

And so, I reached the finals faster than I initially expected.

“Here we are, the finals.”

• There’s nothing to skip here.
• Losing one.
• Please, can you stream a bit longer?
• Winning one.
• You’re not leaving after this, are you?

I sped through until now, but for the finals, I couldn’t just pick without listening. I played each song in full.

• This is it.
• Wow.
• Hmm… Is it that good?
• This song slaps.
• This is the winner.

“Hm, alright, next.”

• Amazing.
• Hmm…
• Haha.
• As expected, it’s different.
• Is it that good?

I listened to the full versions from the beginning and gave each an objective evaluation in my mind.

“This is the winner.”

As planned from the start, the song Tenshi and I had chosen won.
Hm… Now that I think about it, I didn’t really utilize Tenshi much.

Or rather…
I saw the last chat Tenshi sent.

• Haha, this is amazing.

She seemed to be enjoying herself too much. It’s better to just let her watch.

Anyway, the winner was decided, and now it was time to end the stream.

• Please don’t go.
• Don’t leave.
• Sorry…
• How about the Indonesian songs next?

I hadn’t even said the stream was ending yet, but the chat was already in mourning.

“See you next time.”

Not that I planned to stream longer anyway.

• You jerk…
• Don’t go…
• Can’t you keep streaming?

Seeing the chat get sentimental as I prepared to leave made me chuckle.
But it was late, so I ended the stream without hesitation. Immediately after, Tenshi reached out.

[Tenshi: Suhyun! I’m sorry! I accidentally chatted with my main account…]

As soon as the call connected, Tenshi started apologizing.
It seemed she was worried her mistake of using her main account had disrupted the stream…

“Well… you seemed to be having fun, though.”

[Oh, no, it’s just… I mean, since it was already revealed…]

“Haha, you did great. By the way, can I ask you something?”

[Huh? Yes, go ahead! Ask me anything!]

“Do you watch my streams often?”

[Yes! Do you know how much I keep up with them?]

Judging by how she handled the chat today, it didn’t seem like this was her first time.

“Then, could you tell me your sub-account ID?”

[Huh?]

“You said you were sorry, right? Then share your ID with me.”

[Uhh… E-etoo…]

Tenshi looked flustered when I asked for her sub-account ID.

What kind of chats had she been sending? Her reaction only made me more curious.

“Come on, tell me. I’m curious.”

Driven by curiosity, I pressed her slightly more.
Sorry, but I had to know.

However…

[E-etoo… Gomen nasai!]

Beep.

Tenshi hung up and fled.

“…What the?”

What on earth did she chat about to react like that?

I sometimes use my sub-account to lightly troll in other members’ streams, but it’s never been embarrassing enough to flee.
That night, I went to bed with my curiosity unresolved.

**

Early the next morning, I got ready and left the house.

“Where are you going?”
“Oh.”
“What about breakfast?”
“I’m fine.”

As I left my room, I saw Mrs. Jang busily working in the kitchen and Mr. Kim, who hadn’t left for work yet.

“Where are you off to so early?”
“To meet a friend.”
“Oh…”

Today was the day I was meeting Tenshi.

That’s why I was headed to the airport so early in the morning.

Tenshi said I didn’t have to, but isn’t this kind of thing a dream?
I even packed a sketchbook to make a sign.

And so, I headed to Incheon Airport.
It felt like just yesterday that I’d been here to fly to Japan, but a lot of time had passed since then.

Come to think of it, time seems to be flying by lately. It wasn’t always like this.

Anyway, after a bit of travel, I arrived at the relatively quiet Incheon Airport.

Being a weekday and early morning, the place was practically empty except for the occasional passerby.

Sitting in the lobby and waiting, I saw the flight arrive, and soon people started pouring out from the other side.

Is Tenshi among them?
But with so few people at the airport, holding up a sign felt… incredibly embarrassing.

These signs are usually for crowded airports, right?
Here, there were barely any greeters aside from a few. Should I just not hold it up?

No.
This is all part of creating memories and experiences, isn’t it?

Steeling my nerves with the resilience I’d built up as a streamer, I confidently held up the sign.

Suddenly, all eyes were on me.
Considering my appearance isn’t exactly ordinary, the stares only increased and wouldn’t go away.

Just as my confidence was starting to waver and my face began to flush…

“Suhyun!”

From one side, Tenshi appeared with her light purple hair and ran toward me.

“Welcome!”

As I greeted her warmly, her face turned red with emotion.
See? This wasn’t in vain after all. Totally worth it…

“Oh, p-please put that down…”

Wait, was her face red from embarrassment, not emotion?

“Okay.”

The sign soon found its way to the airport trash can.

Anyway, that’s how Tenshi’s visit to Korea began.