[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 115

Clearly, it had not been a long time since I had held the steering wheel again in terms of time. But perhaps because so many things had happened in between grabbing and letting go of the wheel.

The feeling of the wheel gripping my palm like gum was quite unusual. I felt as if the steering angle had subtly changed, so I twisted the wheel left and right. Squeak, squeak, the tires screamed in agony against the bare ground.

While waiting for the match to be set up, I kept fiddling with the settings. I knew nothing had changed, but anyone who has experienced how uncomfortable this unfamiliar feeling is would understand.

“Something’s off… why can’t I adapt?”

I was getting frustrated that no matter how much I changed the values it didn’t help, and I complained as I reset everything to my original settings.

The viewers seemed to dislike seeing me changing the values in increments of 0.01 like a model student who cries over getting one wrong on a test.

They didn’t hide their discontent.

[Hahaha, stop talking nonsense, teacher;;;]

[You’re just shitting out of your mouth because we’re being nice to you?]

[I really can’t stand this, teacher!]

[Are you really trying to fool us with this 0.1 thing? Is that what it is?]

[You whining is so annoying… I want to eat you up]

[Hehe, I want to do steering wheel with Lee Hyun, give me some too]

[What changes by changing it by 0.01? Reduce the unit;;]

[It’s disgusting to hear bugs talking down to the top]

[Hahaha, fighting again]

[I want to have s*x with the room owner]

[This room’s many people are both an advantage and a disadvantage. Always full of nonsense]

[Anyone’s welcome, but hurry up and put on a armband, Yooihyun!!!!!]

《Acquaintance Craftsman donated 10,000 won!》

-Hahaha, instead of nonsense, let’s communicate.

Why has the chat room in my broadcast changed to this spicy taste since the main event?

I thought it was just a temporary phenomenon that happened during the event broadcast with the Pogalem’s intrusion. But somehow, I felt my thoughts were wrong.

I drew a clear line towards the low-quality chat.

“Appropriate swearing is fine, but please don’t make s*xual harassment comments. I’ve selected a manager, and we plan to implement direct sanctions from Ferrari moving forward.”

It was true that I had chosen a manager, but the direct sanctions from Ferrari were, of course, a lie. I thought that maybe using the huge name of Ferrari would intimidate some of the harassers a little.

Well, if I wanted, I would have people to manage the broadcast and the legal team would also support without reservation.

I wanted to keep the broadcast as a space solely for Streamer KING and Yooihyun, so I intentionally did not.

This space must always remain a happy place just for Yooihyun and Jin Hyun-woo.

Whether the warning was effective or not, the flow of the chat seemed to slow down a little. It was still difficult to distinguish since there were many viewers. As long as the muddy loaches that were muddying the waters were filtered out, that was good enough.

“I will reset the settings in a private room, drive a few laps, and then get into ranked games. Please understand.”

I thought the viewers would be strong in their backlash at the news of the match cancelation, but instead, it felt more like a welcoming atmosphere. I fixed the chat to a certain timeline and looked into the reason.

They had already seen enough of the race, so they wanted to communicate or if I could play another game instead.

Do these people still find Yooihyun so intriguing?

I thought I had already sufficiently revealed myself through tournaments, collaborations with other streamers, and participation in events. But it seemed they felt it was still lacking.

“I understand. I get it. But I need to practice, so I can’t play other games. I’ll try to engage more in communication.”

After all, setting up and driving a demo lap was something I did routinely, so communicating wouldn’t really be a hassle.

And now that I was no longer alone, I had to cater to our customers as well.

Once I received permission, countless donation messages began to pour in with a rush. I couldn’t read them all, so I adjusted the settings to display them in descending order of the amount.

[Money pig!!!]

[Fallen into capitalismww]

[With such a large salary… highway robber!!!]

[Is small money not even considered money?]

[Money pigmoney pigmoney pigmoney pigmoney pigmoney pigmoney pigmoney pigmoney pig]

[Return my donation]

I clasped my hands together before the frenzied viewers.

“There’s so much I can’t manage it all. I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry. Please forgive me for being unable to help this.

With the questions coming in vast quantities, they were also quite diverse. The spectrum ranged from completely personal to public matters.

“Teacher, what do you eat in Italy? Does it suit your taste?”

“I haven’t been here for many days, so I don’t know yet. So far, I’ve been eating deliciously. There’s Korean, Chinese, Japanese, and Western food available, but maybe because I’m Korean, I can’t eat without kimchi.”

What about the viewer responses, which account for a significant majority, with such a wide range of questions?

[Kimchi faction scores another win today]

[It’s sweet, hahaha]

[Please teach Italian chefs how to make kimchi pasta]

[Ugh ugh ugh!!! What the hell kind of hybrid is that???]

[Hahaha, that kimchi~~hahahaha kimchi chocolate, kimchi mint chocolate, kimchi pizza sweet and sour pork, it’s just crazy]

[K-spicy is unbearable, for real, hahaha]

After answering one question, they took that sauce and… no, the customers took the liberty to cook as much as they wanted.

I couldn’t control the chat, so I left it as it was. I moved on to the next question.

“According to foreign media reports, is it true that Ferrari has no chance of recovery?”

This touched a sore spot.

“I can’t give details, but everyone is working hard. I can’t guarantee the future, but I can’t agree that there is no chance of recovery… By the way, what’s that reporter’s name?”

[No matter how much it’s a fact, I can’t stand talking bad about my home team, for real, hahaha]

[Fact) True]

[Hahaha, ‘that guy’ is from the community]

[There are many reporters who have written similar articles, hahaha]

[Teacher… please face reality!!!]

Ah, this one struck a nerve.

The fact that I couldn’t logically refute the claim that there was no chance of recovery pierced my heart. Enrique and Won-jin were shining brightly, but engine development hadn’t even begun.

No, to say it differently, the engine was an un-scratched lottery ticket, so it was fine to have high hopes. Plus, there were two specialists after all.

“Ferrari is very hopeful!”

Ferrari is a team full of dreams and hopes!

Having succeeded in mind control like that, all I got in return was ridicule and mockery from the viewers.

There were already rumors of being high on Ferrari. The conspiracy theory that I had been brainwashed by Minoto. Not a single conspiracy theory was off-limits.

“Uh, uh. Stop already. Next question.”

Having no way to withstand the viewers’ tricks, I quickly read the next message.

“Have you given up on Stardew Valley? When will you play it?”

Now it was a very familiar nickname. Daehan-nongmin, who seemed like he would shake off dirt just by shaking.

“I want to play too, but I don’t think I can during weekdays. The weekends are the only time I have, but it looks like I’ll be busier moving forward, so I can’t give you a definite answer.”

In essence, I delivered a sentence that indicated I wouldn’t be able to play any other games. Whether they were Kisus or Pogalem or whoever, the viewers began flooding the chat with question marks and curses.

Was it that fun when I played Stardew Valley? It didn’t seem like they were tired of watching me play For One, but now it felt like a writhing desire for something else.

After all, my driving would be seen to d*ath in the real-world F1, not just in For One.

So… at this point, I genuinely mean this. I want to play other games, be it Stardew Valley or anything else, more than anyone else.

It’s not that I dislike racing. They say that when a hobby becomes work, anything becomes boring, but that has never been the case with racing.

There are just so many fun things that can only be done in virtual reality.

I could become a football player or a manager and lift the championship trophy. I could become the last survivor in a big city filled with zombies and engage in thrilling life-and-d*ath battles. I could even change genres entirely and pass into a fantasy world to save it as a 10-circle archmage or SSS-class knight.

There’s an ultimate system in place that allows me to do almost anything I want, and if I don’t use it, that’s a crime.

Maybe For One is just a trivial game that can’t even utilize 10% of that system. Or, hasn’t it remained a great game for the world despite all that?

Suddenly, my head started spinning.

“Anyway, when I have time, I’ll play other games, so don’t worry. Then, the next question is…”

Was communication such a joyful thing? Conversations with viewers whose brains had been excluded. I wonder if it’s because they had no brains that exchanging dialogue made me feel like my head was becoming empty too.

It felt like I was reclaiming the innocence of my childhood when I was so happy just playing jokes with friends.

I didn’t even realize this might be the comfort that Mr. Science No.5, Kim Jin-soo had spoken of.

Meanwhile, a plane that had departed from Korea safely completed its flight and set foot on new land.

Italy. A beautiful republic located in Southern Europe and the Mediterranean peninsula. The very land where the Ferrari headquarters is located was warmly welcoming foreign travelers.

After the plane finished docking, two women stepped onto the hot land of Italy, receiving a warm send-off from the stewardess.

“It’s been a really long time. It’s been about 10 years since Shumi’s retirement, I think…”

“Wow…! It’s my first time!”

A middle-aged woman wearing a black fedora and a young girl who had just turned nineteen. Shin Juhyun and Jihyun Lee.

They were to become the new heart of Ferrari, the team’s most glorious soul.