Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 461
As the four matches concluded, it was time for the fan card draw.
Since it was the last draw, the viewers’ reactions were the hottest, and Serin ended the fan card code draw amid the tremendous excitement.
At that moment, Serin felt a bit blank.
‘Is this… the influence of Ms. Eunha?’
It was just a personal broadcast, merely an event vote.
Yet, the number of viewers who participated reached an astounding 120,000. It was the first overwhelming reaction since the last collaboration with Ms. Eunha.
Considering it was a chat room with a three-day follower limit, the participation rate was unbelievable to witness firsthand.
Even though the total viewers soared to 150,000 during the voting, immediately after the fan card draw ended, the viewers quickly dropped out like a tide, but nearly 100,000 remained.
And now.
Perhaps out of consideration for the players, a long preparation time of 20 minutes appeared on the screen, and Serin wanted to catch her breath a little.
“Then I’ll go get some coffee during this time.”
[Okay]
[Wow, but we’re really going to five matches]
[Lol, there was a finals that went to five matches before, but it feels different]
[G1 really has a lot of strength]
[Still, the victory goes to TSJ!]
[I’m so jealous of those who won unique fan cards…]
[Let’s cheer for Joan of Arc!]
[Do we need to hurry back?]
[Watching the draw makes me want to buy a fan card for real, lol]
[I might just buy a fan card this time]
Checking the chat once more, she stepped out of the room.
Clack.
“Sister.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you turn off the broadcast right after the finals? I was wondering about dinner.”
Seoyoon, who seemed to have been waiting, asked, and Serin blankly checked the time.
—10:52 PM.
The time reflected on her smartphone screen indicated that it was already a very late dinner.
She seemed to have lost track of time while focusing on the match.
“I’ll probably turn it off as soon as the game ends. Seoyoon, why didn’t you have dinner first?”
“Just. I wanted to eat with you.”
Watching Seoyoon respond casually, she sat down next to her.
“Seoyoon, let’s just order dinner.”
“…Order dinner?”
“Yeah. It’d be tiring for you to prepare dinner now.”
“I’m fine with it, but… okay. Then what should we order?”
Seoyoon accepted her suggestion to order without much hesitation.
“Well. Seoyoon, do you want anything in particular?”
Even while opening the delivery app, she asked for Seoyoon’s opinion.
She had not thought about it beforehand either.
“Not really… Don’t you know the delivery app well?”
“To some extent.”
As they browsed the shops in the favorites list, Seoyoon naturally leaned her face on Serin’s shoulder. As she began to gaze intently at the shops Serin was looking at, Serin naturally scrolled down to show her what was available.
“Wow. There are so many shops.”
“There are especially a lot of shops around here. So, how about it? Is there a shop you want to order from?”
“Um… I think meat would be okay, what do you think, unnie?”
“Meat’s fine.”
How long had they been browsing so many shops? While Seoyoon had expressed her thoughts, they were rather vague.
As if determining to leave the final decision to Serin, she spoke hesitantly, so without much thought, Serin chose a shop.
“Then Seoyoon, I’m going to order galbi jjim. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. That’s fine.”
Accepting it readily, she completed the reservation order.
As she tried to rise, Seoyoon, who was leaning on her shoulder, subtly rubbed her cheek against her.
“What’s with that, suddenly?”
“Um… just? I was bored.”
Jokingly speaking, Seoyoon removed her head, giggling as she stood up.
It felt like a sudden display of affection; over the past few days, Seoyoon had become much more affectionate.
Just like earlier, leaning against her or behaving cutely felt a bit strange but also very adorable, so Serin accepted it without hesitation.
Thud.
Pouring instant coffee powder into a cup, she received hot water.
While stirring the coffee with a spoon, she also opened the Twitter app.
[If Linha and Joan of Arc face off, who wins?]
[Of course, Joan of Arc wins, lol]
[But if it’s Linha, I feel like it would be a good match]
[No way]
[Lol, who can say with Linha?]
[What kind of aggro is this again]
[Why isn’t Linha coming?]
[She seems to be grinding the coffee beans, lol]
As she entered the broadcast and checked the chat, she couldn’t help but smile.
‘They are really having fun.’
Even without her, the chat was lively with random discussions.
Glancing at the time, she realized she had spent about 10 minutes talking to Seoyoon, but what did it matter?
There were still over 10 minutes left until the fifth match started, so it seemed okay to return a little late.
“Speaking of which, I wonder if Ms. Eunha is resting now.”
In the fourth match, Ms. Eunha had shown an incredible performance.
She had briefly watched Ms. Eunha’s past matches on Newtube, but seeing it directly was a completely different feeling.
And feeling close to Ms. Eunha, who received so much interest from so many people, made her feel proud for some reason.
“…It should be okay to send a word of support, right?”
Muttering, she closed the Twitter app and opened KakaoTalk instead.
It felt impulsive, but sending encouragement might give Ms. Eunha some strength.
At least she didn’t think it would be seen as a nuisance.
Me.
[I’m watching the finals really well. I’m sincerely cheering for you, Ms. Eunha. You must win!]
As she sent the message, she slowly lifted her coffee cup.
It felt like a very ordinary supportive phrase, but she thought sending something more excessive might feel burdensome, so she kept it light.
With the coffee cup in her hand.
“Then you have to wrap up the remaining broadcast well, right?”
Seoyoon said, supporting her like she was cheering for Ms. Eunha, and Serin naturally smiled and nodded.
“Yeah. I will.”
Clack.
Entering the room again, she set down her coffee cup and smartphone while slowly catching her breath.
“I’m back, everyone. Did you wait long?”
Then, she spoke in a calm tone.
[Why are you so late]
[You’re back!]
[What takes over 10 minutes just to bring coffee…]
[Seriously, lol]
[Did you make some brewed coffee or something?]
[Linhaaaa]
[Even Linha should take breaks in between, lol]
Even while checking the warmly welcomed chat, her gaze unknowingly landed on the screen.
—The two teams are showing unprecedented levels of performance… I couldn’t help but admire them throughout.
—Exactly. While analyzing the fourth match, the two teams were doing so well that it didn’t feel disappointing to single out any player; it’s just impressive.
As the panelists exchanged their thoughts on the fourth match, she agreed with them.
She couldn’t help but admire Ms. Eunha’s performance.
“Definitely, the fourth match was truly amazing.”
Saying that, while she was loosely listening to the analysis desk’s talk.
—!
Suddenly, the smartphone screen lit up brightly, and she wondered who it could be.
‘Who is it?’
Since it was set to silent, the KakaoTalk notification didn’t make a sound, but it couldn’t be Sua or the editor messaging her.
Having communicated they would be broadcasting today, it wasn’t likely they’d message during the broadcast.
Gently checking the contact, her eyes widened.
“…Ms. Eunha?”
***
Serin.
[I’m watching the finals really well. I’m sincerely cheering for you, Ms. Eunha. You must win!]
As Eunha stared at Serin’s message blankly, she cautiously moved her hand.
‘…I need to reply.’
After a moment of hesitation, she was finally able to send her response.
Me.
[Thank you. I’ll definitely win.]
That reply was nothing more than a typical response. But nothing else came to mind.
‘No matter what I say, this feeling won’t transmit.’
As she slowly calmed her breath, she felt her heart warmly filled.
A small regret and lingering feeling.
The emotions she felt before seeing Serin’s message. It was only after reading Serin’s message that she realized how ridiculous those feelings were.
Even if she had gotten to the fifth match, Serin wouldn’t be disappointed.
‘Serin isn’t the type of person to have those feelings.’
Despite spending time together multiple times, she might have thought unwarranted things about her.
Just like how she admired Serin’s past performances on previous broadcasts.
Eunha hoped that Serin would look at her and expect something from her too.
Yet, knowing she hasn’t overwhelmed the opponent right now.
She thought unwarrantedly that Serin would be disappointed in her.
‘Really… Serin is not that kind of person.’
A word of encouragement, truly believing she would win.
In a statement as simple as encouragement, she realized late just how foolish her thoughts had been.
Serin’s expectations were directed so straightforwardly.
She wasn’t someone who would express disappointment or resentment by showing feelings of disappointment.
Gently brushing her hair back, she calmed her mind.
‘Winning.’
With the singular goal of winning embedded in her heart, she steeled her resolve.
As the time to enter the next match approached, she noticed someone approaching.
“Eunha, don’t feel pressured. Just do what you usually do.”
As the coach came over and spoke, Eunha nodded and stood up.
“It’s okay. I’m not feeling any pressure.”
“…Really? Then that’s a relief. I wanted to let you know that if you do feel pressure, it’s okay.”
Shaking her head at the coach’s tone, which sounded apologetic, she stood up.
She understood that there were expectations placed on her.
And rather than meeting those expectations, she was merely reaffirming her own thoughts.
Clack.
As she headed to the venue with the coaching staff and other players, she opened her mouth.
“We’ll go with the same members for the fifth match.”
“Wait… are you sure?”
“Unnie…?”
Despite their worried faces, she firmly nodded.
In the previous match, G1 proved that their choice was not wrong.
But just because they weren’t wrong didn’t mean they were.
It was a combination they could certainly win and a game they could win in the fourth match.
And since both sides weren’t wrong.
There was only one answer.
—Who is stronger?
In that, she had absolute confidence.