Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 597
To clear up the misunderstanding, I explained for quite a while on the bench.
“So… your junior’s father is a politician?”
“Yes… he’s an active Member of Parliament.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Moon Chang-sik barely managed to understand my words. However, perhaps because it was hard to grasp even after understanding, he wore a blank expression.
“And you lied to such a person?”
“Yes….”
“Why would you do something like that?”
“W-well, it’s okay because my junior covered for me…”
Thanks to my smart junior, Rain, I thankfully won’t have to study again to fix the situation and end up going to S University.
Still, it’s uncomfortable, nonetheless…
“So, how did it come to this?”
As the misunderstanding cleared up, a question arose, and Moon Chang-sik asked.
“Ah… I had to write lyrics, and that junior offered to help.”
“So, you went to that junior’s house?”
“Yes.”
“But of all things, their father is a politician, and you decided to visit?”
“Yes….”
Even though it was the same story I explained earlier, Moon Chang-sik’s expression again turned to one of disbelief.
“Well… I have nothing more to say. Just be careful not to get photographed.”
“Uh… haven’t you met any politicians?”
“I’ve shaken hands a few times, but I haven’t visited my junior’s house.”
Is the situation really that special…? Even Moon Chang-sik couldn’t give me any advice.
“…Shall we get up now?”
“Ah yes, let’s go back.”
In the end, I didn’t receive any plausible advice and stood up from my seat. It feels like I just ended up with sore lips from too much explaining.
“Okay, let’s adjust our pace and wrap this up.”
Anyway, after that, I reached in front of the apartment again while adjusting my pace.
“Phew! That feels refreshing.”
I let out a refreshing breath while listening to the morning birds.
It feels nice to take a walk.
I spent about 40 minutes, including the time resting on the bench, didn’t I? Now, I truly feel like taking a shower and lying down at home will be great.
“Now, go in.”
“Yes, thank you for today.”
“It’s nothing, I’m the one running. Ah, how many times a week will you do this?”
“The more I run, the better. It feels refreshing to run.”
Even though I was out of breath, adjusting my pace made it manageable.
Moreover, exercising in the morning is great in many ways, so I want to do it often if possible…
“Then I’ll contact you every day that I don’t have a schedule.”
“Yes, yes.”
Fortunately, Moon Chang-sik seems eager to jog too, as he mentioned he would contact me often.
“Try to run alone on days when you have a schedule too.”
“Uh… um, I’ll try.”
“Really?”
“If I can control my pace well?”
Once I get used to jogging, it’s not impossible to run alone. Of course, until then, I’ll probably have to follow around Moon Chang-sik and learn how to pace myself.
“…Okay, I get it. Now really go inside.”
“Yep, thank you once again!”
Anyway.
As morning approached and I started seeing other people, I hurriedly greeted them and headed toward the elevator.
Although we live in the same apartment, Moon Chang-sik takes a private elevator for the penthouse, so he needs to go a different way.
After all, money is good.
Having a private elevator like that…
Feeling a bit envious of that part, I went home right after taking a shower and collapsed on my bed.
**
I jogged with Moon Chang-sik in the morning, took a nap in the afternoon, and lived a life of broadcasting in the evening for a few days.
“Welcome, senior!”
Before I knew it, it was Friday, and I met Rain on the first floor of her apartment.
“…Hello.”
“Why do you look so lifeless?”
“Oh, I’m fine… let’s go in quickly.”
Huff, ha, huff, ha.
Staying in the first-floor entrance for too long won’t do any good, so I took a deep breath and pushed Rain into the elevator.
“Relax. Dad’s not here right now.”
“R-right?”
In response to my behavior, Rain brought good news.
Her father isn’t home?? Really?
Just as I was about to relax and smile, like Liu Bei hearing of Guan Yu’s victory in Xinyang.
“But… he will come later…”
Rain followed up with the warning that Guan Yu was in danger of being surrounded and captured.
“Oh dear.”
Doesn’t that mean it’s meaningless if he comes home?
…It seems like an unavoidable task.
“Let’s focus on writing the lyrics first….”
“Yes! I’ve prepared everything!”
Still, I need to accomplish the purpose of coming here first.
I took the elevator up and entered Rain’s house.
“Excuse me.”
“Oh, no one is home right now.”
Rain’s home was clean and spacious, just as I had seen before.
Since it’s a family home, it seemed larger than my own.
As I followed Rain inside, I couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of the lively atmosphere that was palpable.
“Make yourself at home.”
Rain’s room looked quite similar to before.
The only thing that had changed was that the bookshelves were filled with goods related to the Celestial Realm.
“What’s this…?”
“3rd Generation goods!”
“Wow….”
When did the 3rd Generation goods come out?
I was momentarily awed by their stylish appearance, and then I saw other goods below.
“Is there even 4th Generation?”
“Yes, I couldn’t collect everything, but I bought quite a bit.”
From 1st to 4th Generation.
Seeing her well-organized collection of goods shows Rain’s love for the Celestial Realm.
“But I only have this one?”
When I saw only one Miro good from the 1st Generation, I asked.
Just one bracelet? There should be plenty of goods.
“Um… the competition is really tough.”
“Do you want one?”
Oh no, my junior shouldn’t miss out on my goods just because there’s a shortage.
“Really?”
“Yes, I have some extras.”
I just remembered that I had a good stored at the Celestial Realm headquarters.
“Miro’s Moon Blade… it’s really rare.”
“Hmm? Uh….”
But at the mention of Miro’s Moon Blade, Rain made a reluctant face.
“Why?”
“No, um… it’s a bit too big, haha….”
…It doesn’t seem to be a size issue.
Could it be that she has a dislike for Miro’s Moon Blade?
No way…
A design that any man would love, combined with a pink hue that a woman would adore.
How could she possibly dislike my Miro’s Moon Blade, which should appeal to everyone?
“If you have any dolls or something, I’d prefer that….”
“I understand….”
As much as I wanted to sneak the Miro’s Moon Blade into my pocket…
Since I would be receiving considerable help this time, I held back those feelings.
“Please sit here for now.”
After that, Rain sat down in a chair she had prepared, and she pulled out a sketchbook and asked.
“Have you thought of anything you want to write?”
“I don’t have anything specific to say, so I was thinking of writing according to what fits the track.”
“Oh, something that fits the track.”
As Friday approached, I pondered what lyrics to write.
I decided to write something that fits the track.
After all, it’s Hyeon-su’s track, right?
Hyeon-su’s thoughts would be imbued in the song, so I planned to provide supportive fire to accentuate such a track.
“The title of the song is ‘Cherry Blossom Escape,’ so I’ll be doing a featuring that interrupts that escape.”
“Really?”
“Sweet results come from trials.”
Where in the world is there an achievement without trials?
Even the Buddha succeeded in attaining true enlightenment by overcoming all the obstructions posed by Mara.
In that sense, I plan to become the Mara of this track.
“So, I’m thinking of writing good lyrics about cherry blossoms, meaning, about spring. So in a way, I’ll be Mara.”
“Mara…? Like Mara-tang?”
“…Similar.”
In that sense, well, it’s somewhat similar…
It also seems unhealthy.
“Great, great. Mara-tang….”
Speaking of which, since earlier Rain had been diligently writing in her sketchbook whenever I answered.
“Are you taking notes?”
“Oh, do you want to see?”
Wondering if she was jotting down ideas while taking notes, Rain readily showed me her sketchbook.
“This is….”
“It’s a mind map!”
In the sketchbook that Rain showed me, there was indeed a mind map drawn.
In the center was the word ‘Cherry Blossom Escape,’ and around it stretched out the keywords I had mentioned.
“Writing ideas this way while directly applying them is very effective.”
“Really?”
“When a person’s hands move, their brain activates better.”
Hmm, hmm.
That seems to be true?
When drawing, I often start tracing the outline randomly rather than thinking and drawing first.
“Okay, so we start with what obstructs the escape?”
“Correct.”
“Then….”
At my words, Rain began writing various things in the sketchbook.
Prisons, obstacles, temptations, etc. Things that could hinder an escape.
“When you think of prisons, what comes to mind?”
“Uh… um… prisoners? Guards?”
“Write those down too!”
Every time I said something, Rain promptly wrote it down in the sketchbook.
I wonder if her plan for today is just to fill that?
“Next is obstacles and temptations!”
Still, pulling out keywords like this doesn’t seem bad.
If I come up with one good idea, it might become a lyric, right?
“When it comes to obstacles… um, castle wall? Waterworks?”
“Excuse me?”
“Temptations could involve a beauty trap….”
“Hmm… that’s a weird direction, but I’ll write it down for now.”
In that way, we continued to fill the sketchbook with various ideas.
“Um, I think we’ve written quite a bit now, right?”
Eventually, after quite some time, we managed to fill the sketchbook.
“Great! I think we’ve come up with many keywords.”
As a result of throwing out various ideas, many usable keywords for the lyrics came out.
“Now, let’s try to combine these well.”
Since many words emerged, it was at a level where we just had to combine them, as Rain mentioned.
So this is why people go into practical music; the songwriter who struggled for a week found their flow in just one day.
I wanted to ride that momentum and write the lyrics as well but…
“I’ll go get some water for a bit.”
“Oh! Feel free to take your time.”
Since I was thirsty from talking for so long, I asked for forgiveness and stepped into the kitchen.
“Wow….”
As I entered the kitchen, the eye-catching interior design popped up in front of me.
At this level, it makes me want to apply it directly in my home.
After the songwriting is complete, I should ask Rain if I can explore her house.
And so, while thinking of getting plenty of interior tips now that I was in a different luxury apartment, and just as I was about to drink some water…
Ding, ding, ding.
A door lock sound came from the entrance near the kitchen.
“Cough! Hack!”
At that sound, I was so startled that I almost spilled the water I was drinking.
Ding-a-ling—
As soon as the locking mechanism quickly unlocked, the door opened.
“Dad’s home.”
Soon, along with the voice I heard on TV, a familiar face passed through the entrance into the living room.
“Oh, he was coming today…”
“Hello… cough! Gag!”
Then, he locked eyes with me, who was choking on the water.
What the hell.
Why does it have to be at a moment like this?