[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 92

The sun was shining brightly in the clear sky without a single cloud.

“Haah, haah…”

I exhaled heavily in the muggy wind.

[STEP 1. Sprinkle fertilizer and compost and cultivate the field]

Faithfully following the tutorial, I was sprinkling fertilizer and compost on the small field set up.

But it was really exhausting just to stand. Seriously.

I was pondering whether to give up right now…

“I feel like I’m going to d*e… Is there no multiplayer? Someone come help me.”

[Hahahaha, this is such a tease, you piece of trash]

[It’s still too early to give up. Keep struggling]

[Hahaha, watching you suffer after only seeing you dominate is hilarious]

[The streamer reactions here are more entertaining than the game, haha]

[??? : Why isn’t this working?]

[The one not working is your quality~]

[Sorry, teacher, but there will be no ending until you successfully grow potatoes]

[I really want to go help and roast you next to you, haha]

[Since you haven’t started planting yet, sprinkle the fertilizer more widely, you idiot]

[Mr. Daehan-nongmin is getting extremely angry;;]

If I dared to do that, the excited viewers wouldn’t let me off the hook.

It feels like they like this more than when I’m competing against Max… What’s the reason?

As I observed the viewers, they generally had simple thoughts that were easy to understand, but sometimes they were hard to decipher.

Surely, from their perspective, they should prefer a streamer who plays the game smoothly.

What’s so fun about not being able to sprinkle fertilizer properly?

As a reasonable person, I just couldn’t understand.

Farming was harder than I expected.

Before starting the real labor, I began gathering information on potato cultivation for efficient production, and soon fell into despair.

The basic and detailed explanations about fertilizer, compost, and potatoes in the item window were extremely unhelpful.

Strange scientific terms like cation exchange capacity were popping up, and I understood why there’s an agricultural college in university.

“I came here to heal, and now I’m about to lose my mind.”

I closed the window.

Can’t farming just be about digging the ground, planting seeds, and watering them on time?

Why does it have to be so scientific?

I began farming, committed to the purpose of healing, following where my hands and heart took me.

Taking silent shouts from viewers who have played Stardew Valley as advice, I started moving.

The crop that would be the first fruit of my healing farm was potatoes.

This place was set in spring according to the four seasons, and the viewers’ opinions suggested that spring potato cultivation had relatively low difficulty. I immediately dived into sprinkling compost and fertilizer.

From the very beginning, it was a challenge. This unhelpful game had no real guidelines.

There was no minimum standard for how to sprinkle or how much to sprinkle, so I had to rely entirely on my instincts.

In other words, I had to watch the viewers’ reactions just to perform even the act of sprinkling fertilizer.

[Ah… What am I doing? Sprinkle more]

“Do I need to sprinkle more? I already did…”

If I sprinkle a little, they’d complain I didn’t sprinkle enough.

[??? Host, are you going to plant a million potatoes there? Don’t waste it; the cost of fertilizer and compost in the beginning is huge]

“This is too much, right? Please, just one person tell me.”

If I sprinkle a lot, they’d complain I’m overdoing it.

In the chatroom where no one knew whose word was right, it seemed that only the loudest voice won.

The atmosphere of the chat flowed as the donation messages suggested.

At this point, I wondered if these people had never played Stardew Valley.

As the game progressed, I felt like I was being mocked.

“Hey, do you guys actually know what you’re talking about?”

[I’ve never played Stardew Valley]

[Ah, is there really anyone who knows what they’re doing? Hahaha]

[What do these basement dwellers know about their mom’s feelings?]

[They keep acting like they’re not basement dwellers themselves, haha]

[It seems the teacher has never heard such advice before… but everyone is a pro in the basement^^7]

[Let’s just do what Hyun wants]

[KING (Fallen)]

[Let’s not do For One anymore and just play other games. This is seriously fun, hahaha]

Yeah, that’s how it is. They were right to tease me.

I’ll make sure they pay for it.

《Mr. Daehan-nongmin has donated 10,000 won!》

– This… I mean, teacher. I’m going to sprinkle fertilizer in the furrows where I’ll plant seed potatoes anyway, so just sprinkle it properly now.

“Ah, Mr. Daehan-nongmin. Thank you.”

Still, when a lot of people gather like this, there’s bound to be at least one normal person.

The advice from Mr. Daehan-nongmin, whose nickname reeked of earth, approached me like a ray of light as I fumbled through the tutorial.

That’s when the work began to proceed properly.

Despite wearing breathable pants and top, a wide-brimmed straw hat, and functional cooling sleeves soaked in water, the heat wouldn’t let up.

Perhaps because of the good ventilation, the air packed with sunlight seemed to wrap around my body like vacuum sealing, making me feel faint.

Sweat poured from every pore in my body. My skin felt as if someone was wringing it out.

Why does this have to be so needlessly realistic?

I tried to hold on as long as possible, but it became unbearable.

I used to pride myself on being immune to heat, if not to cold.

In midsummer races, the temperature inside the cockpit could rise to 50 degrees, causing me to sweat nearly 3 liters during the race.

At that time, I thought it was hell, but the world is cruel.

Even in the worst moments, which I thought could not get any worse, there is always a next level.

And that level was now.

“Just a little, haah… I’ll take a break…”

I crawled under a large shade created by an old tree at the edge of the field. I didn’t just say that; I actually crawled.

It felt like all the moisture in my body had evaporated. Is this what it’s like to become a mummy?

Water, please, someone give me some water.

I grabbed the water bottle from the straw-woven basket, but it was hard to drink due to my wheezing breath.

After leaning against the old tree and waiting until my breath stabilized, I could finally take a gulp or two.

Gulp, gulp. This is not just water. This is holy water.

The water that dripped from my mouth mixed with sweat and flowed down my chest.

The refreshing and tingling droplets felt exhilarating for the first time.

At that moment, the camera was capturing me drinking water from various angles like a movie scene, but the chat was in chaos.

[No… don’t go to the gutter!!!]

[Gutter…? Woa… that’s bad]

[Let me have just one sip. No, just one drop]

[Give me a different water]

[That’s that valley…]

[You filthy bastards. Don’t say that to my sister]

[You trolls, you’ve crossed the line]

[Both the broth and the line were crossed, but there’s no damage at all, haha]

[Just… proud! K-Kiwich!!!!]

I took a quick glance at part of the chat and it was very dirty.

That said, I didn’t feel ashamed.

I was a man, and men could have such thoughts. No, regardless of gender, it’s hard not to think of beauty and handsomeness.

That’s instinct.

But there’s a difference between stopping at thought and vocalizing those thoughts.

The same goes when the subject is my body.

Moreover, this body wasn’t entirely mine.

“Hmm… I think I should hire a manager.”

It was time to select a few tempters to impose order on this chaotic room.

Hello. I’m Streamer KING, F1 Driver Yoo Yi-hyun.

This is my first greeting to the Kiwich community. I apologize for my lack of writing skills.

Let’s get straight to the point.

I’m looking for a manager to manage my chat, donations, and settings.

Recently, as my broadcast has grown, mounting issues such as spam, trolling, and various inappropriate comments have made chat management difficult.

I didn’t have a manager until now, with the intent of having a “free broadcast,” but many viewers have been feeling uncomfortable to the point of disgust, and I felt the need to take minimum precautions as a streamer.

Considering the scale of the broadcast, I will select 20 managers.

The qualifications are simple. Anyone who is an adult and has free time can apply.

There will be no oversight, so just act on your own like neighborhood watch members.

As for benefits… you’ll get to play games with me once in a while?

I look forward to many applications.

KING’s manager recruitment post has gone viral.

ㅇㅇ(39.116) : How long has it been since this person started streaming, and they’re only now looking for a manager? That’s hilarious…

ㄴKING랑해* : That’s the charm of our teacher.

ㄴㅇㅇ(211.29) : Is that… charm…?

과학5호기* : I, the king of public road. I’m going to apply right now.

ㄴ과학3호기* : If he goes, I’ll go too.

ㄴ포창인생* : Hahaha, that’s truly hilarious.

포랑해* : Just having that benefit is enough to be worth applying!

ㄴㅇㅇ(175.201) : Offering a bit of trouble just to rub shoulders with KING? That’s a bad trade.

ㄴ포린이* : I’ll go too, just like Mari.

“Did it get taken already…?”

As soon as I uploaded the post, I was taken aback to see it fly to the Kiwich forum.

The number of emails in my Kiwich inbox kept increasing with each refresh.

Being a manager without any compensation, purely out of fan spirit, and an annoying, useless title, still attracted many applicants.

The number had already expanded from the hundreds to the thousands.

“When am I going to check all this…?”

I didn’t have the confidence to open all these many emails by myself.

But what can I do? I can’t say I’ll search and then not check them.

So, while I was going through them one by one by hand…

Familiar nicknames caught my eye.

Mr. Science No.5, Mr. Science No.3, QUEEN, Mr. Kingslayer, Mr. Daehan-nongmin… and so on.

These were members who had received education from me in the early days or those who frequently donated.

Their commonality was that they were all stationed in Kiwich 24/7 and were good at reading the mood of the chat.

“Hmm…”

Thinking about it, if I’m picking managers out of fan spirit, it would be better to choose someone filled with fan spirit.

Considering the affection they have shown me until now, I couldn’t ignore at least these people.

The standard for selecting managers just got established.

“Yeah. That’s the best option.”

Once I set the criteria, there was no need to check each email individually.

I just needed to find the familiar nicknames and open their emails.

And just like that, 20 people were selected.

The fact that there’s no difference between the manager candidate list and the list of top donors was probably just my feeling.

I hope the viewers understand that there was no selfish intent in the manager selection process.