Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 63

**”What should I eat for lunch?”**

The answer to this dilemma came quicker than expected.

“I had jjajangmyeon last time, so obviously this time…”

“Alright, how about burgers for the menu?”

“Yes, burgers sound good.”

The composer immediately nodded, but actor Moon Changsik was still deep in thought.

“Composer.”

“Yes?”

“Doesn’t the actor have a diet to follow? Is it okay to order a burger?”

“Oh, I think he mentioned something about dieting.”

*Sigh* Do I really need to worry about things like this?

“Then, I’ll just order a sandwich and salad.”

Since the burger place doesn’t sell salads, I’ll have to order from the sandwich shop near the station.

“You’re very considerate. But you don’t need to worry about him.”

“Well, a burger or a salad, it’s all the same to me anyway.”

Both have bread, meat, veggies, and sauce, right? Actually, the sandwich might even be healthier.

“It seems quite different to me, but let’s just go with that.”

“Alright, I’ve ordered.”

After placing the order, I handed the phone back to the composer. Now we can take a break, have our sandwiches, and then return to recording.

“By the way, how much of the recording is done?”

Since we start from scratch every day, I was curious about how much progress we had actually made.

“To be honest, we’re almost finished.”

That answer was unexpected—I thought we’d have a long way to go still.

“Really?”

“But I’m still not satisfied.”

“Ugh.”

So basically, it’s good enough to release, but he’s not happy with it?

“Actually, normally this would be enough to call it done and release it….”

The composer hesitated as if he felt bad, but I understood perfectly. I also know the endless pursuit of satisfaction when drawing.

“Well, go ahead and work until you’re satisfied. There’s no rush.”

Besides, as we’re recording, I’m improving, so even though it’s tough, it’s not impossible.

“Are you sure? It might take quite a while.”

“It’s all due to my shortcomings anyway, so just treat me to a proper lunch in the meantime.”

Lunch is always on the composer. He makes a lot of money, so I accept it without hesitation.

“Understood. When we finish, I’ll treat you to a full omakase meal.”

“Now that’s something to look forward to.”

I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve heard of omakase, but I’ve never been.

“Look forward to it. My hobby is finding great restaurants.”

“With a hobby like that, why do you always order delivery?”

“My time is gold, you see.”

“Oh….”

He says his time is gold without sounding pretentious at all. Is this the confidence of a successful composer?

“And delivery food is tasty too. I’m not particularly picky.”

I see… well, delivery food has its own charm, doesn’t it? Sometimes, it can be more tempting than fancy food.

As we continued chatting, the actor Moon Changsik, who had been lost in his own world, came back to his senses. He noticed us talking and bowed his head apologetically.

“Sorry, I have this habit of not letting go when inspiration hits….”

“Oh, sure. We ordered lunch, so join us when it arrives.”

I think it’s a good thing—shows he has professional dedication, though it must be tiring for those around him.

“Oh… I should’ve mentioned, I’m on a diet….”

“That’s why I ordered a salad, so just go ahead. You can still have the dressing, right?”

At the mention of the salad, Moon Changsik widened his eyes in surprise.

“Really?”

“Why so shocked?”

His reaction is so surprised that I feel a bit awkward. Isn’t this a small courtesy you’d naturally show to someone who’s an actor?

“You just didn’t strike me as someone who’d do that….”

Is he picking a fight with me right now?

No, no, it doesn’t seem that way. He genuinely thought that, and it surprised him to be wrong.

“You don’t know me that well yet.”

“I’m usually a good judge of character. Even people in the industry recognize that….”

“But you were wrong this time, weren’t you?”

At that, Moon Changsik closed his mouth tightly. See? You were wrong. Unfortunately for you, Kim Suhyun turned out to be a considerate person.

“My apologies, then. I made a hasty assumption.”

“It’s not that big of a deal. But if you really feel sorry, just go pick up the food when it arrives.”

“Alright, I’ll do that. Thank you for the food.”

“Thank the sponsor over here, not me.”

Pointing to the composer, I saw him just shrug in response.

“No thanks necessary.”

“Uh… alright then.”

He replied a bit awkwardly, then took out his phone.

“By the way….”

“Yes?”

“Would it be alright if I took notes on this conversation?”

“Oh, uh… sure, go ahead….”

What’s with this guy? Are all actors like this? I looked over at the composer with a questioning glance, and he just shook his head in disbelief.

After that, the sandwiches we ordered arrived. We left the recording studio, moved to a larger room with a table, and laid out our lunch.

I and the composer each had a sandwich, while Moon Changsik had his salad in front of him.

“This is good.”

Watching him happily eating his salad was kind of fascinating. Does it really taste that good? The dressing probably makes it better than just plain vegetables, but still….

“Is it good? I haven’t tried salad before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never really had a proper one like that.”

I’d had the cafeteria salads they served back in school, but never one like this meant to be a full meal.

“Then would you like to try a bit? The dressing makes it quite palatable.”

“No, thanks. Even if it’s good, could it be better than this barbecue sandwich?”

I lifted my sandwich slightly to show off the filling, and Moon Changsik’s expression twisted in frustration.

“Damn, I don’t feel like sticking to my diet anymore.”

“Then don’t. But what happens if an actor fails their diet? Do they get dropped from the production?”

After all, it’s not realistic to expect a person to succeed at their diet every time. Everyone has their own body type and metabolism. Still, it’s impressive to see actors transform their bodies for each role.

“They don’t say it outright, but you get side-eyed.”

“Side-eyed?”

“Yes, they won’t tell you directly, but you get hints.”

Of course, even if they’re unhappy with an actor’s look, they probably wouldn’t criticize them openly. But if he’s dieting, does that mean he has a major role? It’s hard to imagine them requiring it for a minor part.

“So you appear quite a bit, then? You must be on screen a lot if you’re dieting for it.”

It was an offhand remark, but suddenly, both Moon Changsik and the composer were looking right at me, as if asking, “Did you really just ask that?”

“Wh-what? Why are you both looking at me like that?”

Their stares caught me off guard, and I stuttered slightly. Finally, Moon Changsik, sitting across from me, spoke, sounding somewhat exasperated.

“I’m the lead.”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you telling me you really didn’t know who I was?”

“Uh, yeah??”

The composer, sitting beside Moon Changsik, chuckled to himself as he sipped on his soda that came with the sandwich.

“I can’t believe it. When was the last time you went to a movie theater?”

The last time I went to a theater? Hmm… I don’t remember. I used to go every now and then when I was a guy, but ever since becoming a woman, I haven’t been to the movies or even watched dramas.

“I don’t even remember.”

Well… I’m always broadcasting, and the YouTube algorithm mostly feeds me anime and comics, so I hardly encounter anything else.

“Have you seen the movie *Lost Voice* by any chance?”

“Uh… I think I’ve heard of it, but I don’t think I’ve watched it.”

“What about *Official Operation*?”

“What’s that? Is it new?”

At my response, the composer shook his head, and Moon Changsik muttered in shock.

“Has the Korean film industry really hit rock bottom…?”

Hey, that’s still up for debate. Sure, I don’t watch much, but…

“So, why did you ask about those two movies?”

“Because this guy here starred in both of them.”

“Wait, what?”

“The lead role? If you’re the lead, then you must be a main character in the movies.”

“And I’m also a pretty popular actor in recent OTT dramas. Are you seriously saying you don’t know who I am?”

“Uh… hold on a second.”

I quickly took out my phone and asked in our Heaven Project group chat if anyone knew Moon Changsik. Responses came flooding in almost immediately, and I nodded. Wow, he’s famous. I asked if anyone wanted his autograph, and the messages started piling up like in my livestream chat.

I glanced over at Moon Changsik as he watched me with a slightly deflated expression. Hmm, should I try to lift his spirits a bit?

“Uh… could you sign six—no, make that eight autographs?”

That’s for the group members, Hyejung, and my parents. So, eight.

“Suddenly? You didn’t care a moment ago.”

“I still don’t particularly care.”

“Then why do you want autographs…?”

“My friends went wild when I asked them.”

“Huh… Do they even know who I am?”

“Yeah, they’re all big fans.”

After that, Moon Changsik’s expression finally softened.

“Well, yes, I am Moon Changsik. Most people know me.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“And nothing else to say about it?”

“Could you take a picture with me?”

“Oh… now that sounds more like a fan’s reaction. But why a photo?”

“So I can show it off to my friends.”

They’re already going crazy right now; imagine what’ll happen when I upload a picture with him. Kind of exciting.

Moon Changsik looked at me, bewildered, then glanced over at the composer as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like looking at a reflection of my own expression from earlier.

Who’s giving who that kind of look right now? This is ridiculous.