[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 7
When I finally faced Kang Ho-yun again after the intense race, his gaze toward me had completely changed.
Yooihyun
Fastest Lap 1:22:591
Since it was a solo run on the circuit, the surface was clean, there were no obstacles while driving, and perhaps due to the practice during class, I had become somewhat accustomed to turning the DRS on and off periodically, so I ended up renewing my lap time.
I was driving leisurely to show an exemplary case…
After becoming more accustomed to For One, I thought I could reduce my time even further if I drove with more precision.
“Wow, it was real after all…”
“Why would I tell a lie that would get exposed so quickly?”
I got out of the cockpit and, while fixing my flowing hair, I asked him.
“By the way, did you watch it well?”
“From start to finish.”
If that’s the case, he must have seen everything without missing a moment, but honestly, it wouldn’t change anything.
If he were still in the learning stage of F1, that would be one thing, but at Kang Ho-yun’s level, finesse and completeness are more important than the technology itself.
And that’s not something that can be resolved by simply watching or having someone teach you.
One must realize their problems, both directly and indirectly, and find their own solutions.
I sat in my chair and seriously opened the conversation with his shining eyes.
“What do you think your problem is? The record line and such. There’s no point discussing those additional things, so leave that out.”
He seemed to reflect on our races as if recalling them, then slowly opened his mouth.
“It’s probably due to the completeness of my technique. If not, it could be a problem with my mindset.”
As expected. He knows what his issues are.
But then why isn’t he growing?
The answer is simple. It’s fear.
The fear that even a 0.1-second reduction in lap time could lead to a slip or an accident.
In other words, the fear that I might fail.
That fear is inhibiting his growth.
I understand.
Even a small mistake of 0.1 seconds can grow uncontrollably, widening the gap with others, which would be terrifying.
However, if you think about it the other way, overcoming that 0.1 seconds could create a significant gap with others.
I am someone who has successfully done that countless times.
So I was the fastest.
“Regarding the technique, I can help fine-tune the details, but I believe you know what the most ideal situation is without my advice. The problem lies in your mindset.”
I know it feels like an insurmountable wall. I also understand better than anyone how scary that is.
But being trapped by fear means no further growth.
Progress disappears, leaving only stagnation.
To grow, the desire to improve oneself must overcome the fear.
“How about taking a break from the ranking matches? Rather, I think it would be much more beneficial to open a private room like now and reflect on yourself.”
“…”
He seemed to be in deep thought.
For a streamer, saying to take a break from ranking matches means a break from broadcasting.
Broadcasting or skill.
His struggle at the crossroads of choice stretched on, but I knew what he would choose.
His pure passion for F1 is one thing, but he isn’t ignorant of the influence skill improvement brings to broadcasting.
Although I had only seen Kang Ho-yun for a short time, he wasn’t someone who couldn’t distinguish between what’s important and what’s not.
“…Yeah. I guess I should take a break from the ranking matches.”
“You made a good choice.”
Now that his decision was made, it was time for me to present my demands.
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“Is there nothing else to add?”
“No. Please read it carefully and respond.”
We returned to the student lounge and exchanged written demands.
It’s somewhat funny to say it out loud, but it’s a kind of contract.
His demands were simple.
To connect to For One and teach me whenever he wanted, without interfering with my schedule.
Since what he wanted from me was teaching, there was no way he would have additional demands.
“I’m fine with that. How about you, Senior?”
“Hmm… Just a moment. I’m reading it now.”
In contrast to his beautifully formatted contract, mine was filled with messy black ink that seemed to have discarded any sense of artistry.
1. Teach me related knowledge about For One, Kiwich, and Streamers.
2. Invite me as a broadcast guest (the frequency to be discussed).
3. Promote me in any form if I debut as a streamer.
4. Keep my personal information about For One confidential.
5. Delete all my records made during lectures.
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and so on.
Maintaining confidentiality regarding my skills is a basic requirement, and the knowledge and help I can receive as a streamer in training are essential.
There may be quite a few demands, but having seen my skills earlier, he wouldn’t refuse or could not refuse.
I felt a pang of guilt but…
Serve me like the sky!
Kneel and show your forehead!
There are no inhumane clauses like that…
“Is this enough?”
“That’s all for now, and if anything else comes up, we can discuss adding it later. The contract will end when I do my first stream as a streamer, and I’ll guarantee at least two months of lessons.”
“Okay. I’m good with that too.”
After we each wrote up another copy of the contract and signed it, we exchanged them.
“I look forward to working with you.”
“Me too, I’m looking forward to it.”
It was a glorious moment as the relationship between a streamer and a prospective streamer, a teacher and a student, was established.
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The first race in For One, a trivial dispute with Song Dan-g*n, and a contract with the streamer Kang Ho-yun, ranked in the top 500.
“Ugh, I’m tired…”
Exhausted from a day that passed like a storm, I threw myself onto the bed as soon as I entered the dorm.
No matter how much I like the cockpit, there’s no denying that a bed is better.
Feeling the pleasant texture and warmth of the bed, my smartphone at my bedside rang.
Ding ding! Ding ding-!
[Ji-hyun Lee 010-XXXX-XXXX]
Ji-hyun?
Right, I had agreed to go eat something today.
I adjusted my position and carefully answered the phone.
“Hello?”
-Where are you?
“I just got to the dorm.”
-Really? I’ll be there soon too.
“I’m sorry for not keeping the promise.”
-It was just a suggestion, so don’t worry about it. By the way, there’s so much I want to know… you’ll tell me, right?
“Of course.”
Here it comes.
Anyway, I wouldn’t be able to provide an answer that would satisfy Ji-hyun. I had to go as brazenly as possible.
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“It just happened…”
I was sitting across from Ji-hyun, who had bought BHQ Golden Fried Chicken, responding to her interrogation.
My reply of “it just happened” was the best I could do to answer her question of how my lap time had suddenly dropped by over a minute and how my skills had improved so much overnight.
A response so lacking that even I felt speechless was met with her silence reflecting her feelings.
“I don’t know how to explain it, but… you know that feeling, right? The sudden clarity that opens your eyes. That’s how it was.”
Trying to express something that was completely out of logic made it hard to say much.
But.
The truth is, I am Jin Hyun-woo, a three-time consecutive F1 champion from Earth in 2021, who has possessed the body of your friend Yooihyun. Thanks to that, the sluggish Yooihyun could become such a fast rabbit!
I couldn’t say that, right?
Yeah, possession.
From that one word, it’s completely outside the realm of logic and laws we know.
“Right. If you say so, then I guess that’s how it is. I’ll believe you.”
Fortunately, the kind Ji-hyun nodded along with a smile.
Excluding the possession, it’s a problem in a realm that cannot be explained or understood. She would have no choice but to accept it as just so.
“Then…”
I reached for the steaming golden fried chicken that filled the room with its delicious aroma.
Due to the unexpected event with Kang Ho-yun, I hadn’t even had dinner, making the golden fried chicken look like it was truly golden.
The moment my hand touched the appetizing chicken leg…
“Wait a minute.”
Ji-hyun quickly closed the chicken box.
“What did you talk about with Senior Kang Ho-yun? If you don’t give me a straight answer for this, I won’t let it slide.”
The kind expression on her face turned fierce.
While I could let the sudden improvement in my skills go as something disconnected from logic, the need to explain the conversation with Kang Ho-yun felt necessary.
Knowing how significant Ji-hyun was to Yooihyun, I decided I would share the details of the contract with Kang Ho-yun.
Not only that, but I also needed someone to lean on.
After having gone through the shocking d*ath and the continuous process of possession, maybe I needed someone to listen to my story.
Well… technically, it’s not my story.
I handed her the contract I had hidden in a drawer.
Ji-hyun took the contract with a skeptical look, not letting a single word go unnoticed as she silently read through it for a while.
I moved next to her and explained the discussions and clauses we had regarding what happened with Kang Ho-yun today in detail.
It was the story that I had become a teacher-student relationship with him, who wanted to learn, and how I became a consultant to him as a senior streamer since I wanted to be a streamer.
After saying everything without leaving anything out, I felt a sense of relief.
“Let’s eat chicken. It’ll get cold.”
Expectedly, Ji-hyun handed me the contract without asking anything further.
Whether it was consideration or comprehension.
Whatever it is, Yooihyun has a good friend.
“Are you not going to take it quickly? My arm is going to fall off.”
“Ugh, okay. Thank you.”
How long had it been since I felt such warmth for no particular reason?
In my previous life, I regarded all drivers from other teams, even the second drivers on the same team, as competitors.
I believed in only myself and the race car.
Shouldn’t I have gotten along better with my teammates? They were also F1 drivers, just like me, and there are only 20 of them in total.
Somehow, I feel pity for the Jin Hyun-woo from my past life who only chased victories.
Just as I was about to fall into regret, Ji-hyun’s voice pulled me back.
“So, what was it like?”
“What do you mean?”
“Senior Kang Ho-yun. Don’t you have feelings for him?”
“What? No way!”
In this age, the biggest concern for a nineteen-year-old girl is boys.
Especially one who is a top-ranked streamer in For One and also good-looking, who also saved me in a crisis and established a secret contract with me?
A story more dramatic than a drama itself.
Yet to me, possessing the soul of Jin Hyun-woo, it sounded disgusting and horrific.
I avoided her probing questions while eating the chicken.
The perfectly fried chicken with just the right amount of oil and tender meat.
Indeed, whether in this world or the next, I trust chicken.
“Shall we go?”
“Where to?”
After quickly finishing a whole chicken, she spoke to me.
“Where else? We need to go wash up.”
“Oh right. We need to wash up.”
Right, we do.
As I soaked in the satisfaction of fullness, I watched Ji-hyun change her clothes while grabbing her toiletries.
That’s when I felt the sense of discomfort.
Ah, f*ck, I’m a girl?
I’m screwed…
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Glossary of Racing Terms.
Record line: The fastest racing line that combines the shortest distance and highest speed. It is the line that can achieve the fastest lap time by traveling the least distance with minimal deceleration and maximum acceleration. In real-life situations where multiple vehicles are racing, following the record line is almost impossible.