Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 632
[Where did this guy go?]
Now that it’s getting fun, he’s running away again, damn it.
– For real, lol.
– Is she crazy, seriously?
– Ah, lol.
[After watching the broadcast, I also wanted to try Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but why is it so difficult?]
Damn it, I got robbed by the Yellow Turban Soldiers and turned off the game.
– Hahaha.
– The Yellow Turban Soldiers are really tough.
– Do the soldiers think they’re easy? Haha.
[Why did Miro suddenly end the broadcast?]
I feel like this has never happened before.
Is there a reason?
– Maybe her boyfriend came over.
Damn it.
Her boyfriend lives upstairs.
– For real, I think this is the first time this has happened, haha.
– There was a sudden ending before, though.
Damn it, was it after playing that crazy match?
– Hahaha.
– Wow, when was that?
[So when is the Miro goods shop opening?]
The Moon Blade from Miro is mine, damn it, haha.
– Is the Moon Blade from Miro going to be resold?
No, no, no, there’s going to be a purchase event when the goods open.
– Oh, lol.
– Buy it when it goes on sale, haha.
– Damn it, it’s already sold out.
– Honestly, it felt a bit weird to buy it right away, haha.
– I think the online shop will open soon, yes, it has to be delivered before the concert.
[But isn’t Miro preparing for the concert?]
She’s been broadcasting almost every day lately, haha.
– Isn’t the company taking care of everything?
No, the stage will be handled by Miro.
– Is this guy working in the room? Lately, he said he’s been working on the opening remarks, haha.
– For real, it seems like he hasn’t watched the broadcast, haha.
– He’s getting caught in his own room, lol.
[Honestly, if you’re not looking forward to Miro’s concert, that’s a huge disappointment, haha.]
There aren’t that many songs out anyway, so isn’t it just a rehash of the last concert? Haha.
Is there a need to spend a hundred thousand won? Haha.
(Proof of failing the concert pre-sale)
So cancel it, damn it…
– Hahaha.
– No, I’m not canceling~~
– Wow, I can’t believe this, haha.
– Not being able to do the pre-sale is pretty negligent, yes, yes.
– For real, haha.
– Damn it.
[But I understand the concert; why is the fan meeting included?]
Is there really going to be an idol fan meeting or something?
– Since it’s an actor, I think there will be something like an actor’s fan meeting.
– What’s the difference between the two?
– I don’t know, haha.
– I guess they’ll just communicate and hold event drawings.
– Can that be done in the concert hall?
– The staff will probably walk around with microphones.
[If Miro has a concert, does that mean activities are starting again?]
The broadcasts are damn…
– You say you’ll focus on your main job, what is this…
– But you’ve been doing full broadcasts for months, let’s have a drink.
– After doing some activities, will you come back to sew your head like this concert? Haha.
– For real, he only knows broadcasting in the end…
– The dignity of Buhwang.
[These guys are talking about Buhwang and sewing up, haha.]
Once Miro’s activities start and if they broadcast twice a month, they’ll definitely complain and curse, haha.
– Twice a month, then they should complain, haha.
– Even if they return, they’ll be the ones who will talk shit for real, haha.
– For real, haha.
[Ugh, these battered wife supporters, haha.]
(Anna Dwitch link)
(Anna illustration)
Join our Tom squad where you can definitely watch broadcasts four times a week.
– Big mom.
– Haha.
– Anna has been broadcasting a lot lately.
– Seems like she’s doing light sparkle before going.
– Where am I going, damn it.
– Anna’s last dance, haha.
– These guys are starting again, haha.
**
“Hmm, ha ha ha.”
Soo-hyun chuckled as he looked at the notebook in front of him.
Since he filled the notebook with words last dawn.
How much he struggled to create lyrics with it.
Due to the composer’s words to do it alone without help, he wrote the lyrics without anyone’s assistance.
Writing lyrics while becoming familiar with the melody.
Singing along, and if he didn’t like it, he would modify it again.
How many times has he repeated that?
Soo-hyun, who had grown haggard during the process of completing the lyrics, gently caressed the notebook.
In the past, about five years ago?
He remembers when Hyeon-su brought a lyric notebook to the café.
At that time, he couldn’t understand why he was carrying an old notebook so precious.
Now, he vaguely understands.
It was not just a notebook; it was Hyeon-su’s treasure filled with dozens, hundreds of hours of effort.
…Now that he thinks about it, it seems he has been carrying a laptop around these days.
He hopes that the notebook is being well taken care of.
Thinking that he wants to see it again if the opportunity arises, Soo-hyun stood up.
Since the lyrics were completed, he plans to go to the composer for a review.
So he quickly took off the clothes he was wearing, took a solemn shower, and got dressed in new clothes, putting the notebook in a sponsorship bag he received while advertising in the past.
Then he rushed out.
Without even turning off the home air conditioner, he hurriedly called the elevator to head to the composer’s workshop.
He arrived on the first floor like that.
Just as he was about to call a taxi using a smartphone app.
“Oh.”
There, in front of him, a familiar car was coming from the direction of the apartment.
Wondering if the vehicle was just similar, he checked the license plate, and it was the same as the one stored in his excellent memory.
“Here, here!”
So he jumped up.
Waving his hand, the car slowed down and stopped as it approached.
The luxury sports car that stopped there.
Soon, the tinted window darkened to the legal limit rolled down.
“Where are you going?”
And inside was the most famous male actor in the country.
“I’m going to composer Kang Woo-hyeon’s workshop. Are you free?”
“Excuse me? Oh, I just finished work and am returning.”
Tap.
Soo-hyun asked a question and placed his bag through the open window.
“What are you doing?”
“Would you like to go with me to meet the composer?”
“Excuse me?”
“We haven’t seen each other much lately since we’ve both been busy.”
“…Just ask to be given a ride.”
“Please give me a ride.”
Unbeknownst to him, Soo-hyun has a tendency to be bold as his excitement rises.
And in that moment of excitement after completing the lyrics.
“Ha.”
Moon Chang-sik sighed once.
Then.
Click, the door opened.
“Get in.”
“Yay!”
Soo-hyun quickly jumped into the car.
*
A little while later.
“Your driving skill is outstanding.”
“I have a hobby of driving.”
Soo-hyun, who quickly arrived near the composer’s workshop, got out of the car.
“I’ll just park for a bit.”
“Sure.”
Afterwards, Moon Chang-sik parked the car and they climbed the building stairs where the workshop is located.
“You drive really well. Can you teach me once I get my license?”
While climbing the stairs,
Soo-hyun, recalling Moon Chang-sik’s driving from earlier, asked.
“Are you planning to get a license?”
“Yeah, they said it’s good to get driving practice from a friend after getting a license.”
Actually, Soo-hyun thought he could drive as soon as he got his license.
But after looking it up on a reliable site, he found out that it’s better to receive specific practice, so he thought of asking Moon Chang-sik.
Originally, he had planned to ask Park Kang-seok.
But since there’s a superior-subordinate relationship with Park Kang-seok, it could turn into an obligation, so he turned to Moon Chang-sik instead.
“I can help if I have time.”
“That’s a promise then.”
Moon Chang-sik, whose hobby is driving, readily agreed.
Soo-hyun smiled and nodded.
Good, I found someone to teach me driving.
Once the concert is over, should I get my license?
And when I go on schedules, I should start driving as well.
While Park Kang-seok’s driving is nice, Soo-hyun has his own dream of driving around himself.
So he was planning to get a license and buy a car as soon as the break was over.
What kind of car should I buy?
A sports car? Or an SUV?
But he thinks it would be nice to have a smaller car for the first car when he suddenly arrived in front of the workshop and said.
“I’m going in.”
Moon Chang-sik, who had been in the lead up the stairs, entered the workshop first by entering the door lock number.
The hallway leading to the workshop lobby was narrow, and with signs hanging on the walls,
Instead of walking side by side, Soo-hyun walked behind Moon Chang-sik.
“Chang-sik? What’s going on?”
When they reached the lobby, as always, Kang Woo-hyeon, who was sitting and resting, faced Moon Chang-sik.
“Oh, I met him on the way and came to greet you together.”
At Moon Chang-sik’s words, Kang Woo-hyeon looked at him as if to ask what that meant.
It seemed like he’d come alone, yet he was greeting someone together…
“Hello!”
Then,
Soo-hyun, peeking from behind Moon Chang-sik, raised his hand.
Thud.
Then, he grabbed Moon Chang-sik’s shoulder and turned, and only then did Kang Woo-hyeon notice him.
“You both came together.”
“The teacher gave me a ride.”
“A teacher?”
“He’s my acting teacher.”
At the word ‘teacher,’ Kang Woo-hyeon’s expression strangely changed.
“Who is your singing teacher?”
“Excuse me? I don’t have a specific singing teacher.”
“…Why did you come?”
“Hey, shall I call you teacher?”
“I’ve never had a student like Soo-hyun.”
“Hahaha… To be honest, I’ve brought the completed lyrics with me.”
Soo-hyun smiled and took the notebook out of his bag.
“Oh, the lyrics?”
“This unworthy disciple has stayed up all week to write it.”
“Let me see.”
“Here it is.”
Kang Woo-hyeon took the notebook Soo-hyun handed him and opened it.
“This is….”
He paused at the sight of the chaotic words filling the page.
It seemed that what he wrote for a whole week overnight was not a lie; wherever he opened it, words and phrases were densely written.
There were traces of countless modifications made to the lyrics.
And it seemed he had tried singing them many times, as he noted syllables with annotations.
“Looks good.”
Feeling satisfied with those traces, Kang Woo-hyeon said unexpectedly with a smile.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes, I think a good song will come out.”
Sometimes, effort and sincerity resonate more deeply than outstanding talent.
“Let’s record it right away.”
Saying this, Kang Woo-hyeon read the title of the new song written in the notebook.
Sharing.
It was a title that didn’t quite suit her, but still, he liked it.