I have been very busy lately.
First, commentary. It’s my regular schedule and source of income. The main reason I’ve become so busy despite my former laziness.
“Oh, is XBD making a bold move?”
“It seems like the call is that there’s no turning back if they push further. Meanwhile, Max is in a 1-on-1 confrontation with Curry! The side that establishes an advantage here will gain a significant edge.”
“Max has won!”
“…What?”
“As soon as Mollu commented on it, Max takes down Curry with a narrow margin! This is Max showing our strength, XBD!”
“How did you know, Mollu commentator!!!”
[What is this future vision?]
[Mollu can see who will win, lol]
[All movements are predictable~]
[If you had been wrong here, it would have been legendary, lol]
[Just one DPS exchange and you’ve already guessed the winner, is this Challenger rank 15?]
[Simply Moll—-Hwang]
The commentary has become quite proficient, and I now have enough composure to occasionally chime in between Bang Hyeong-jae and Kang Seong-hoon’s lines.
Even without raising the tension too much, just tossing in one or two comments is enough to please the audience.
“Ah, this is a similar situation to the previous match. Inverse is waiting to surprise Ward!”
“What do you think, Mollu commentator?”
“Hmm… I think Ward is going to win.”
“Oh, the moment you said that, Inverse takes down Ward cleanly! He lay in wait for the opponent to open up for the perfect moment.”
“Ahem.”
“It had a human touch, and it was good. If you had guessed right again, people would be calling you a goddess.”
“Mollu commentator is human too, everyone. It’s a shame.”
[This time you were wrong, lol]
[The way you cleared your throat is cute]
[Earlier you confidently said Max would win, but this time you were uncertain and said he might win]
[Seong-hoon asked suddenly, and Mollu was flustered]
[Really stammering and just answering, just say you don’t know, lol]
[Mollu’s accuracy rate isn’t 100%, noted…]
There were also slightly embarrassing little happenings.
Why do they keep asking me which team I think will win or which player looks good?
It clearly started as a bit of banter from Bang Hyeong-jae’s ad-lib, but now it’s even scripted to ask “Mollu about the victory setup.”
Even with my expertise, I can’t predict the outcome of every match.
I try to match the rhythm as much as I can.
While some viewers expressed dissatisfaction with the reduced broadcast frequency, others were positive, saying it’s not bad to watch it in an official capacity.
“Do whatever you want, Mollu!” it said.
Someone was shaking a plan card from the audience.
It was quite an impressive phrase that still sticks with me.
On days without commentary, I either go live or exercise.
It’s a choice between two, but I’ve mostly been dedicating time to working out.
At first, I tried to do both, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, regardless of my intentions. On some days, I unknowingly fell asleep while streaming after exercising.
With my already weak body, increasing outside activities drained my energy to the point of being unable to bear it.
I had no choice but to sign up for personal training.
That said, I felt uneasy about being in crowded places now that my face is known, so I registered at a place that operates on a small-member basis.
Though the cost was substantial, I didn’t feel it was a waste, thinking of it as an investment.
My trainer was a former Pilates instructor who specialized in female care. I found myself nodding unconsciously at her lengthy career.
She seemed reliable. Someone who had worked out hard like that would surely push me to exercise, even if I got lazy.
Surprisingly, my trainer knew who I was.
-I’m a fan!
-What?
-I’m a subscriber to MolluTube.
-Really?
-I’ve watched a few live broadcasts. Not all the time, but when I have time?
The flow of YouTube comments that those live viewers blasted at me was right before my eyes.
She said my eating show video hit her sweet spot.
She found it amusing how I ramble in a calm voice.
…I was having a serious discussion, though.
It seems YouTube viewers take me rambling for fun.
-I’ll teach you diligently!
-Uh, um… Yeah.
That aside, I was considerably flustered.
I felt sorry for my fans, but the trainer was surprisingly fine, no, better than that.
I thought if she watched my streams, she’d be the type to sit in a dim room and scratch her belly while watching.
Not that it’s a bad thing. Still, I never imagined that a dazzling Pilates instructor, who seemed to have a never-ending schedule, would be one of my viewers.
Good things are good, after all. I thought positively that since she’s my fan, she would teach me better.
“Breathe out as you come down.”
“Ha….”
“Breathe in again… Inhale. Breathe!”
“S-ssssk… Heh, heh.”
“You’ve improved a lot. Shall we try one more?”
“Uh, yes?”
“Okay, one. Two…”
It was indeed true that she was teaching me better.
I was just dying from how hard the exercises were.
Whether she was serious about having watched my stream or not, my trainer went on a rant about my lacking stamina, assuring me she would make me normal and urging me to trust her.
It was a little painful to indirectly confirm that my stamina was abnormal.
It’s not even that I was doing difficult exercises; it was just moving my body and breathing, so why was it so hard?
I’m just now realizing that the “Just breathe” I often insist on during games is quite a demanding request.
I also received a call from Eun-ha, the shopping mall owner.
-Ji-eun, what have you done?!
-…Is something wrong?
-Why is business doing so well?!
With a tone suggesting her spirit was completely drained, I received an excited answer that clearly showed she was in a good mood.
As it turned out, it had also been revealed that after I showed my face, I was modeling for Eun-ha’s shop.
With people traveling to visit the clothes I wore in a sort of pilgrimage, things had gotten chaotic.
She had to expand her store and even hired staff because she couldn’t manage it alone.
Just like how famous celebrities have their all past actions revealed by cyber investigators.
I was undergoing a similar process.
It seemed a bit excessive for people to visit just because of the pilgrimage.
They really are something.
-It’s almost spring, don’t you need spring clothes?
-…It would be nice to have some.
-Come to the shop next time. From now on, Ji-eun, it’s free for life.
Now, I don’t need her help as much as I once did, but I decided not to refuse her offer to give me something. I get the feeling I understand the desire to give.
Though I’m not sure when I’ll have the time, I decided to visit once later.
Ryu-a sometimes pouts that she misses me but is still diligently streaming, and Ji-yeon has increased her study time recently.
She said the department at her target university requires quite a high score, so she needs to work harder.
Watching her speak with her fists clenched made me feel proud and warm inside.
Is this what an older sister feels like?
With everyone around me peaceful like this, I couldn’t help but feel joy.
With that joyful heart, I turned on my stream for the first time in a while.
“Hello everyone. How have you been?”
The small greeting asking about their well-being drew intense reactions.
[Mollu]
[It’s been a while]
[How long has it been since a personal stream?]
[I missed you]
[I cried because I missed you ㅠㅠ]
[Why are you only coming now, why now, why now, why now]
“You all know I’ve been busy lately. I’m a full-on cel-ebrity now, you know?”
Actually, I didn’t think of myself that way, but I just wanted to rile up the viewers.
Just like celebrities posing, I flipped my long hair while making a haughty expression.
[You really are a celebrity]
[It suits you]
[If this isn’t a celebrity, then what is it? lol]
[Activating in the entertainment industry is acknowledged, so what’s your next project?]
[Please flip your hair just once more]
[Goddess force ㄷㄷ]
[You are pretty;]
These sycophants…
This isn’t the response I wanted.
What I wanted to see was the type of chat that scolded me for not finding my original intent.
<The just Moll-Hwang donated 100,000 won!>
-Hey, Moll, stop messing around and turn on the game.
Yes, this is it. This is the reaction.
It seems my loyal viewers were still present.
No more sycophants who only say nice things.
If I lived among those people, I would end up like a marshmallow, soft and incapable of doing anything.
That being said, I’m not asking to be mistreated either.
Just… act with some common sense.
“Should we?”
With a smile, I launched the game I was going to play today.
