The competition with my Chinese friend ended surprisingly blandly.
It seemed they weren’t such a great player considering how boldly they challenged me.
“What is this, you’re so bad.”
[Huh~? You’re bad.]
[Such a cutesy Mollu, whoa.]
[I envy the Chinese!]
[Isn’t the teacher just really good?]
[For real, why are they good?]
[VR has different controls too, haha, just wrecking it.]
I was also objectively aware of the reason for my victory.
It was solely due to Ji-eun’s ridiculous physicality.
A natural sense that can perceive time divided into frames as small as one second.
An intuition to anticipate how to move the mouse so that the cursor can travel as far as I want.
Additionally, I could see the trajectory of the pins falling, which ensured that even if I didn’t make a strike, I couldn’t help but get a spare.
If it were in the past, winning with such an unreasonable body would feel a bit like cheating and embarrassing.
But not anymore.
Ji-eun is me and I am Ji-eun.
What’s wrong with utilizing my body well?
If you’re jealous, just be reborn!
Same ‘I’m-really-better-than-you’ mindset.
-@_::!%
My Chinese friend in front of me seemed unable to accept defeat.
“Let’s have another round? One more game?”
I guess it was disappointing for her.
She was also quite skilled, and the score gap wasn’t that huge.
She even got strikes in succession and didn’t miss a single spare.
There wasn’t much to criticize about her play.
I was simply superior.
The opponent’s avatar started to wobble, alternating between looking at the score sheet and me.
Just that alone gave me a dizzying feeling.
-Yes, yes! One more. One more game. @:?%_
“You speak English?”
[I guess English just comes out when you’re with me haha.]
[You can tell she’s eager to play another game without leaving!]
[Is she surprisingly cute?]
[Manners injected on.]
She was so eager that she was saying “let’s have one more” in clumsy English.
In reality, if I wanted to tea-bag here, I could just say, “You’re just terrible” and run away.
There’s nothing more infuriating than an opponent who registers a loss and never wants to compete again.
But that would be too cruel.
I’m not that cold-blooded.
“Let’s get it, bro.”
-!$@#@
Thus, the game commenced again, spurred by my aggrieved Chinese friend.
The subsequent game also ended with me winning smoothly.
“This is nonsense!”
Lin Shaomei slammed her desk.
Normally, the viewers would criticize such aggressive behavior, but this time they all shared the same thought.
Something truly nonsensical had happened.
[It’s amazing, though.]
[Isn’t it a bug? At that level.]
[Did Hacks exist in the VR world?]
[Can’t be hacks since there weren’t any stutters and the avatar was moving just fine.]
[Isn’t that person just truly skilled? Shaomei didn’t seem to do badly.]
[Ah, Shaomei, you lack the qualification as our Chinese citizen.]
[You’re disqualified.]
[Chairman is disappointed.]
The viewers analyzed the reasons for her defeat and teased her, but Shaomei had no bandwidth to care about those things.
She lost, lost again, and kept losing.
After three consecutive losses in bowling, she was defeated in every sport she thought of, like billiards, table tennis, darts, and basketball.
Is this even acceptable?
She had never lost in any mini-games in the VR world before.
Sometimes she might give away a round or two, but those were rare.
Experiencing such overwhelming losses was unprecedented.
[That person is an Eo War ranker, so it makes sense.]
“Eo War?”
For Shaomei, Eo War was just a game she’d heard the name of but never played.
Some hyper FPS game or whatever.
It was mega-hit, and her fellow streamers passionately played it, recommending it to her, but she never touched it because it didn’t align with her tastes.
So what if they were a ranker in that game?
Being a ranker in a game doesn’t mean they can rampage in the VR world as well.
However, the viewers seemed to think differently.
The user called Mollru being an Eo War ranker seemed like a guarantee of incredible skill, and they began to acknowledge her.
[Shaomei, that person says you’re bad.]
[It’s true, get on the stream and turn on the translator.]
[How humiliating…]
[The disgrace of the great country.]
“Ugh…”
But regardless, humiliation was still humiliation.
Shaomei clenched her teeth.
Who would have thought she would receive back the words she often threw at others?
Yet the painful fact was that she couldn’t deny it.
There was only one way to recover from this situation.
It was very shameful, but she had already crossed the river she couldn’t return from.
What would change if she bent down once more?
With her eyes tightly shut and trembling voice, she said.
“One, one more game. Please…”
“Why do you keep doing this, it’s so pathetic.”
My Chinese friend was clutching at my pants and pleading.
After a not-so-short few hours of gaming together, I had grown fond of her.
But that aside, her competitive spirit was so strong.
Now, it was more like stubbornness than competition, anyway.
-NO. No!! ##%#$@
As we played together, she seemed to have become a native speaker.
I guess she realized that I react more sensitively to English than to Chinese.
[English top instructor Mollru, whoa.]
[How to make a Chinese person an American.]
[They say practical conversation is the best for language proficiency—guess that’s true.]
The broadcast was turning out pretty well too.
If I upload it to YouTube, it might get a significant view count.
Of course, I would need this Chinese friend’s consent.
“I really can’t anymore; I’m leaving now.”
The initial plan had already been disrupted.
Originally, I intended to run a calm exploration stream today, but I never expected to get into this sweaty competition.
I thought it was a fun and not-so-bad experience, but it can only be fun a couple of times.
Continuously dwelling on a game that was already over would just become dull and look shabby.
Thus, I really intended to conclude the confrontation with this Chinese friend and leave.
-#^#^#@…
“No, are you crying?”
Gone was her initial bright voice, replaced by a subdued, sniffling tone.
This was another unexpected situation.
[I’ve seen this scene somewhere before…]
[Mollru, is that you again?!]
[The teacher is certainly consistent.]
[It’s nice to see you maintaining your original intentions.]
[Juicing profession broadcaster, whoa.]
[Deliciously squeezed.]
-!@!_:?;
My Chinese friend was mumbling while sniffling.
It seemed like she wanted to say something.
“What are you saying?”
I asked, hoping a translator would still be in the chat.
However, as time passed, no translator was in sight.
[Ah haha, if you want to talk, use English.]
[For real, they still can’t come to their senses.]
[Teacher, let’s give them another lesson?]
[If you don’t know, you should get hit ㅇㅇ.]
[A scene of collective madness.]
[You get hit until you score 700 on TOEIC~.]
[I also scored 650 on TOEIC, haha.]
[Scary.]
“Where did you learn all those bad words?”
[? You did.]
[What are you saying? I report you for bad language.]
[Who am I? The moderator of this room.]
[Dae-sik and Su Ah casually beating out loud in the room and pretending to not know.]
[Going to wash this away~.]
“That was a one-on-one coaching done with mutual consent, okay? I’m not that kind of person.”
I secretly felt that my viewers had a somewhat sadistic tendency.
They say the viewers tend to resemble the streamer, but I’m sure I couldn’t possibly be that barbaric.
More so, I needed to resolve the situation at hand first.
I approached my crying Chinese friend.
Now that I think of it, I didn’t even know her name after hours of gaming together.
What could this name be?
“Name.”
-@:?!%?
“Name.”
I meant to ask for her name.
[Name. Ugh, really?]
[Are you a bully, teacher?]
[There’s no way I’m telling you.]
Despite the viewers’ jeers, I managed to hear her name.
-@#$ Xiao, Xiao mei. Lynn xiaomei.
“Lin Shaomei? Is that correct?”
She nodded, perhaps in agreement.
I spoke slowly to comfort her.
“Lin, I really can’t today; I’ll come back later. I’ve sent you a friend request, so accept it, and let’s play together next time, okay?”
[But teacher, do you think she’ll understand such a long sentence?]
That’s true. It seems the nuance got somewhat conveyed, but it might be too much for Lin to grasp the meaning behind it.
I ultimately had no choice but to flap my arms and string together broken English once more.
“We are friends. Today over. But next time game together, okay?”
Is it possible to sound this pitiful?
I should’ve studied some English.
Yet despite that, the meaning seemed to have transmitted somehow.
-Friends?
“Yes.”
-Friends, friends. Okay.
Seemingly accepting that, Lin’s avatar nodded.
She accepted my friend request and waved at me.
Regardless of the process, the outcome was not bad.
With a relieved heart, I ended the VR world and simultaneously checked for signs of broadcasting termination.
The chatroom was buzzing about Lin, whom we just played with.
I tilted my head while looking at the content.
[What’s with the sweetness?]
[This nice guy doesn’t discriminate against men or women, be careful.]
[As long as the taste is good, that’s all that matters, right ㅇㅇ.]
[Never expected to keep expanding into the world of Mollru, now even to the Chinese…]
[Just utterly terrifying. Mollru!!]
