[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 74

The studio apartment turned out to be much better than I expected.

Since it was a house I learned about through Kang Ho-yun’s acquaintance, who is a gold spoon, I thought it would naturally be nice…

Maybe because the area is large, the living space was distinctly separated, making it hardly feel like a studio apartment.

The luxurious wooden flooring and wallpaper created an overall atmosphere that screamed, “I’m an expensive house.”

I expected that such a studio would surely be expensive, so I asked about the price.

“In the middle of Seoul, and this house at that price? Is that even possible?”

“They said they’d give me a good deal because my friend is moving in.”

I guess it’s unlikely that the acquaintance would show such kindness without expecting anything in return.

Every time this happens, I feel anew how important power is.

When Kang Ho-yun said to take my time with the deposit, we then started to inspect the house.

As it was a newly built place, most appliances and furniture were all there.

A TV, a refrigerator, a washing machine, a dryer, a bed, and even a kimchi refrigerator, which is essential for Koreans.

I thought I would need to buy a few pieces of furniture, but it seemed unnecessary.

“I guess everything is built-in these days. There’s nothing missing.”

“Right? I thought I’d have to go buy a bedding set, but this is soft and nice. You should sit here too, senior.”

“Why should I? I’m not gonna sleep there…”

“If you come visit our house, you’ll stay in the bed. I can’t just have a guest sleeping on the floor.”

“Why would I sleep here? My house is just a 10-minute walk away.”

I shouldn’t keep doing this…

Teasing Kang Ho-yun, whose face quickly turned red even with just a little bit of joking, was oddly amusing.

“Looking around the house together like this makes it feel a bit like we’re a newlywed couple, right?”

“What kind of girl are you… If you keep saying weird things, I’m leaving?”

I playfully tapped his stiff arm and started unpacking.

My relocation felt almost embarrassing, as I was merely starting.

The house was already cleaned, and all I had to do was neatly organize the clothes in the closet.

“Senior, are you just going to stare while I organize my clothes?”

“Why? Do you need help?”

“No, that’s frustrating. Are there only tops and coats? There are undergarments too!”

“Oh, sorry…”

He has plenty of money, is handsome, tall, and has a great physique.

There’s not a single flaw, and he seems like he would know about women, but why is he so clueless?

Sometimes, I genuinely don’t understand Kang Ho-yun, but having been a guy myself, I can’t say much because I was clueless about women too.

After finishing up the rough organization, I checked the time, and it was a little past lunchtime.

It’s customary to order from a Chinese restaurant on moving day, so Kang Ho-yun and I had two bowls of jjajangmyeon, sweet and sour pork, and complimentary dumplings.

“Chung-hwa-wang…”

Even with the moving day boost, it didn’t taste great, and I don’t think I would order from there again.

“I need to get some dishes and utensils.”

I realized that you don’t really know what you need until you try it yourself.

While throwing away food and washing containers, I started noticing the things I needed.

I had to buy bowls, spoons, pots, frying pans, cooking tools, body wash, shampoo, toothbrushes, and so on.

“Until I get a car, you can use mine. I’ll leave it here.”

I saw Kang Ho-yun off as he took a taxi back home, telling me to use his car, and then I got ready to go out.

My outfit, as always, was unnoticeable—just blue jeans and a white T-shirt, and a thick fleece jacket was enough.

“I guess I should wear a mask too?”

Now that my face is well-known, a hat and mask are essential.

In this situation where joining Ferrari is almost confirmed, going out without a disguise would be risky.

A few people would start to recognize me, and their reactions would spread like a virus.

Ten people would become a hundred, a hundred would become a thousand, and a thousand would become ten thousand…

I’m sorry, but as a woman, I don’t have the confidence to handle that much attention.

After finishing my preparations, I stood in front of the full-length mirror by the front door, and I looked like a celebrity.

Even though my face was covered, at 172 cm, I had a tall model-like figure that exuded an enchanting aura.

With a face like this and the skills of KING, it was no wonder that I couldn’t not be noticed.

Now, as Yooihyun, I’m on top of F1 and have seen countless beautiful people, but…

“I have to admit, I look pretty good.”

At the same time, memories from when I was Jin Hyun-woo living as an F1 champion started flooding back.

Of course, it’s not just because of my appearance…

I also have a conscience.

Back then, except in Korea, I was a world star recognized wherever I went, so I always bundled up when going out.

It’s not yet time, but after the Ferrari test in two weeks, I will likely have to disguise myself for the same reasons as Jin Hyun-woo.

I left my house feeling excited about becoming an F1 driver again.

—

The human gaze that pursues beauty is instinctual and cannot be hidden, no matter how hard one tries.

Just like how people naturally glance at handsome men and women dressed as Santa while walking down the street during Christmas.

Even those who claim “I don’t do that” wouldn’t walk past the massive Christmas tree at Seoul Plaza without a glance.

Whether they like it or not.

The tree, beyond individual standards of beauty, radiates a massive presence that cannot be ignored.

It’s akin to the sun in that regard.

Why am I suddenly saying this?

“Wow… are you a model?”

“Your figure is really amazing.”

“Your face must be gorgeous too?”

With each step I took, I heard gasps and felt the intense gaze directed at me.

It was interest that transcended gender and age.

Yeah,

I was a walking giant Christmas tree.

Avoiding the growing attention, I hurriedly walked toward my destination, though there were men trying to engage me.

One would think the concentrated attention would be burdensome, but their courage was commendable, as they continued with similar lines.

“Excuse me, I really like your style. Could I get your number?”

Or,

“I don’t usually do this, but can I have your number?”

Canned lines, really.

I was completely covered, so what did they see that made them fall for me at first sight, claiming I was their type?

“I’m sorry, but I like women.”

That phrase almost slipped out of my throat, but I couldn’t say it, so I repeatedly apologized instead.

It wasn’t that I didn’t understand their feelings.

Having been a man myself, I knew how enticing this body could be to men.

Even now, every time I shower, I encounter the nakedness of Yooihyun and feel those strange sensations, so I could say I know better than anyone.

Anyway, I managed to achieve my goal while rejecting the immense attention and numerous advances from men.

“I’ve bought dishes and tools, and roughly gathered daily necessities… I guess I should order dinner.”

As I dragged my somewhat exhausted body out of the parking lot after an eventful shopping trip…

Ding ding! Ding ding-!

My phone rang.

I checked and saw it was Myung-jin calling, so I answered.

“Hello.”

– Yes, this is Yooihyun. This is Myung-jin.

Myung-jin’s voice sounded unexpectedly lively, as if he had good news.

“Why did you contact me?”

– Ah, it’s about the request you made the other day regarding Enrique Tilko.

Enrique Tilko!

So he was also in this world.

Hearing that longed-for name made every cell in my tired body come to life with excitement.

I eagerly asked, almost trembling with anticipation.

“Pl-please continue.”

– I focused on the features you described and the age group, and I ultimately found a person named Enrique Tinko who runs a small auto repair shop in Spain.

“So what happened?”

– So far, I’ve only secured his identity, and it seems to be the person you mentioned. However, I think you will need to confirm it yourself. I’ve sent the documents to your email, so please take a look and contact me back.

I felt goosebumps all over.

Since Hamilton, Verstappen, Binotto, and other key figures of the original world also exist in this one, I expected Enrique Tilko would be here too.

But I also felt uneasy.

He had made a name for himself as Ferrari’s chief engineer in the previous world, but no one in this world, not even Binotto, seemed to know his name.

I couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps his talent hadn’t shone here because he simply didn’t exist.

But the fact that he truly exists…

There is a world where that great talent remains unseen.

With the characteristics and age group I mentioned, and a person from Spain running an auto repair shop, I could say with 100% certainty that

Enrique Tinko is undoubtedly Enrique Tilko.

“I’ll check inside and contact you right away.”

– Yes, please feel free to reach out, and remember not to disclose or expose the documents I sent you to outer parties, as it would be illegal…

Vrooom!!!

As soon as I hung up the phone, I slammed the gas on the GT R’s V8 twin-turbo, racing toward home.

I wanted to quickly embrace the reality of my certainty.

I wanted to meet my race engineer Enrique Tilko once again.

Vroom…

As soon as I parked, I opened my phone and checked my email.

“Myung-jin, Myung-jin….”

I hurriedly searched through the emails from Myung-jin and quickly downloaded the file, though that brief moment felt inexorably long.

Click!

Finally, the file opened.

Name, date of birth, nationality, job, family relationships… I didn’t even need to look at such personal details.

I just needed to see the photo of his face.

With trembling hands, I zoomed in on Tinko’s picture.

His face closed in.

He had a soft expression, deep-set eyes, slightly curly hair, and full lips for a Spanish man.

It was indeed the Enrique Tilko who had had even more female fans than I did as a champion, despite being a race engineer.

“Enrique… so this is how the pieces of Ferrari’s puzzle are coming together.”

Enrique Tilko, who has led countless groundbreaking systems and designs across not only the engine but the entire race car to success.

Maximizing ERS efficiency, designing double DRS, establishing the low-rake suspension system, etc.

His contributions to F1 were so astounding that it was hard to believe he achieved them all by himself.

“The picture… is coming together.”

As the puzzle pieces of driver and engineer unite, I was able to dream of the day Ferrari becomes Ferrari.