The short and concise chat message from the homeroom teacher saying, “Come on, girl,” might have caused me to sleep one or two hours earlier than usual.
Or perhaps it was because I had soaked in the hotel’s famous outdoor hot spring.
If it wasn’t that, it might have been because I spent the entire day playing with friends without worrying about my studies, acting, or Virtual YouTuber broadcasts.
“It’s still too early for breakfast… What should I do?”
I naturally woke up at the early hour of 6 AM.
I felt remarkably clear-headed, as if I had just woken up.
My friends, who had gone to bed earlier than I did, were still sound asleep on their white beds, lost in dreamland.
The sky outside the hotel window hadn’t yet completely escaped the blue hues of dawn.
However, the drowsiness had already dissipated, making it impossible to return to bed.
Thanks to falling asleep in a relatively awake state rather than being exhausted after a broadcast, I didn’t even feel tired.
“Umm.”
So, after a moment of deep consideration.
-Creak─.
-Soft footsteps.
-Soft footsteps.
Since I had woken up early, I decided to step outside the room and take a walk around the hotel until breakfast time.
After all, a morning walk in Japan was a new experience for me.
Also, one of the best ways to sort out my thoughts was by taking a walk.
“I guess it’s because it’s early morning, but the air feels refreshing.”
I leisurely breathed in the slightly cool morning air and walked slowly.
The quiet surrounding my surroundings made it easy to organize my personal thoughts and worries.
After a little while, I discovered a small dandelion blooming at the edge of the road.
-Swish.
I couldn’t help but take out my phone to capture the picture-perfect dandelion, and click.
Not long after, I spotted the sun just beginning to rise and clicked again.
For quite a while afterward, I took various pictures, filling my photo album, and only when I felt I had taken enough did I admire my shots, soaking in the relatively unfamiliar morning vibe.
Is this what morning vibes are like?
The photos I took were uploaded to my Instagram about ten minutes later.
I made sure to include a shot of my face and full body by setting a 10-second timer.
This was all in faithful adherence to Ju Jung-yun’s advice.
“It would be nice to have some selfies. Just make sure they show you’re having a good time traveling.”
After discovering that my Instagram follower count had surpassed one million, I started paying more attention to maintaining my Instagram account.
And since Ju Jung-yun, who had already noticed this change in me the previous evening, had also shared various tips on how to use Instagram, my photos now exuded a so-called “Instagram vibe.”
The comments from people on my posts were overwhelmingly positive.
Just sharing my daily life could elicit such a nice response, which felt quite pleasant.
Is this what everyone enjoys about social media?
However, while I thought of this as a newfound small pleasure in social media activity.
Fan communities like “Lee Ha-eun Fan Cafe” and “Lee Ha-eun Gallery” were quite active.
– Lee Ha-eun’s recent activities.jpg
– Lee Ha-eun’s Instagram) Tokyo at Dawn
ㄴ Another famous early bird
ㄴ Did you take the dandelion picture yourself?
ㄴ V in front of the dandelion is cute haha
ㄴ Gorgeous from dawn
ㄴ Look at that flawless skinㅠㅠㅠ
– (Beware of size) Morning vibes, what’s going on
ㄴ It’s practically a photo book
ㄴ Seriously, I wish they would release a real photo bookㅠㅠㅠ
ㄴ 22222
ㄴ 3333 I could make it sold out immediately
– Today’s outfit information for Lee Ha-eun
– Looks like you’re healing well in Japan?
– Happy to see so many photos being uploaded lately
ㄴ I agree
ㄴ Seems like she’s gotten into Instagram haha
ㄴ It would be nice if they could just reduce the backlight a bit
ㄴ It’s okay, my Ha-eun’s face shines through the backlight
ㄴ (Nodding emoji)
With each update of my Instagram, things became noticeably lively in the fan communities.
The chaotic scene was far from being “small.”
Even after returning to the hotel and finishing breakfast, and all the way to traveling to Disneyland, the interest shown by the fan communities did not fade.
Once I participated in the shooting adventure game called “The Western Hunter” at Disneyland.
More specifically, when a video of me dominating “The Western Hunter” was uploaded to Gong Hye-yeon’s and my friends’ social media.
– From how she grips the g*n, doesn’t she seem impressive?
– Breaking news) Lee Ha-eun scored 20/20 on The Western Hunter
ㄴ Is it even possible to get 20 points?
ㄴ It is possible if you hit everything, but
ㄴ I really couldn’t hit the ones that suddenly popped up at the end
– Lee Ha-eun receiving applause from Disneyland staff.gif
– It seems like Ha-eun has to participate in the Idol Athletic Championships next year.
ㄴ Is Ha-eun an idol?
ㄴ She sings better than idols.
ㄴ I saw behind-the-scenes footage of Gu Ga-dal, and she dances well too.
ㄴ I hope she participates as a solo artist, that would be amazing.
ㄴ 22222 She could rearrange the hierarchy among most idols.
The activities in Ha-eun’s fan communities began to get even more boisterous.
It was like the word “admiration” had come to life right before our eyes.
For now, I was confident in my physical abilities.
I believed I could handle most physical activities well.
The fact that I had gone through the curriculum of Kim Kyu-tae’s action school without any trouble was proof of that.
The results of those small exercises I had done since childhood couldn’t be ignored.
Perhaps for that reason, I was more attracted to hands-on attractions rather than rides at Disneyland.
Not that I exclusively opted for hands-on attractions, though.
To be precise, I enjoyed several of the rides at Disneyland.
For example, I repeatedly rode a roller coaster known for its speed and thrill.
I was hooked on the exhilarating sensations I had never experienced before, dragging my exhausted friends along for ride after ride.
When we reached the section where a commemorative photo was automatically taken, I even managed to pose and capture those commemorative photos skillfully.
However, when I arrived at the attraction “The Western Hunter,” themed around the American West,
More specifically, the moment I discovered an announcement that rare souvenirs could be earned for scoring well in the shooting game.
“That sounds fun.”
I felt a bit more excited.
“Oh? What’s this? Are you going to play too?”
“Yeah.”
Thus, I entered The Western Hunter, mingling with the boys from Class 2.
The friends I had been with until now chose to be spectators instead of participants in the shooting game.
Soon, I faced off against gang models that appeared on horseback with their mouths covered by black scarves.
Immediately, all the shooting game participants, including me, raised their revolver models toward various targets.
– Three, Two, One…! Start─to!!
As the signal from the staff of The Western Hunter rang out, the shooting commenced.
I unleashed a barrage of bullets at the gang model directly in front of me and another target in the distance.
-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang─!!
With a razor-sharp gaze.
Not a hint of trembling in my stance.
And with a quick reaction time, I hit every new gang model that appeared.
“Hey, hey, look! Lee Ha-eun! She’s amazing!!”
“Wow, did she hit all of them?”
Boys standing right next to me gasped in awe at my shooting skills.
The girls filming at the boundary of The Western Hunter were also buzzing with various expressions of admiration.
Eventually, after finishing 10 shots in the first round,
The second round, in which I could sh**t another 10 shots but with increased difficulty, began.
-Kkk…! I got yoo─!
-Bang!
-It’s high noo─!
-Bang bang!
Just like the first round, every target that appeared fell victim to my harsh shooting.
Even the last rapid outlaw target that suddenly appeared was swiftly hit and collapsed to the ground.
As a result, my final score was 20/20.
The unexpected score displayed on the individual scoreboard surprised not only my friends.
-Soft footsteps.
“Uh, excuse me. S-something $¤%@#@%@#$~.”
A staff member approached me with a slightly flustered expression.
After finally reaching me, he began checking my g*n and targets, mumbling something in Japanese that I couldn’t understand.
However, despite multiple checks by the staff, everything related to me was in perfect order,
“That’s incredible! You’re the first person I’ve seen who hit everything!”
The unique souvenir only given to those who hit every target and the staff’s sincere admiration were presented to me.
Momentarily startled by the staff’s unexpected use of Korean, I soon beamed with joy as I grasped the sought-after special souvenir ─ a sheriff’s badge inscribed with golden patterns.
Not long after, click.
I took a picture with a certificate-like paper brought by another staff member, officially solidifying me in The Western Hunter’s Instagram.
Afterward, we moved to a restaurant inside Disneyland.
The girls, including Gong Hye-yeon, along with the boys who had been marveling at me by my side, headed to the restaurant to share a meal.
‘…I’m glad I played the role of the great aria.’
I felt happy.
I thought I was fortunate to have played the role of the great aria in <Shall We Fall Together?>.
In a way, it might have been thanks to my performance in <Shall We Fall Together?> that I could enjoy this delightful trip.
I thought I deserved to enjoy every moment of the trip.
Thus, the Disneyland schedule, which filled the second day of the school trip, ended on a very satisfying note.
The next day, which involved exploring sightseeing spots in Tokyo, also went off without any incidents.
However, when my friends, unwilling to let the last night of the school trip just go to waste, led me to sit on the hotel room floor,
For some reason, I felt the strange foreboding I had experienced on the first day of the trip once again.
-Glance.
I unconsciously heightened my alertness, glancing at my friends.
For some reason, it felt like they were about to surprise me by hiding an adult magazine while I was unaware.
About ten minutes after Gong Hye-yeon stepped out, she returned, immediately saying she checked the homeroom teacher’s sleeping status.
As soon as she said that, snacks were pulled out from every direction by my friends.
Within seconds, the truth-or-dare game began.
As fate would have it, the pet bottle spinning around on the floor pointed squarely at me.
“The answer must be only truth. You can’t lie at all.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Then, the first question. Is there anyone among the actors you’ve worked with that you wanted to date?”
“Or someone you fell in love with at first sight!”
In conclusion, I couldn’t escape the realization that the strange foreboding I felt earlier was not unfounded.
Questions about my life intertwined with the entertainment industry in Class 2-2 of Narae High School poured in.
The problem was that some questions hovered right on the edge of what could be considered inappropriate for minors.
In truth, these weren’t directed solely at me.
“…If I say ■■■■■, how far would you be okay with that, Ha-eun?”
“Uh, sorry. I’m really sleepy. I’m going to sleep now!”
As the questions grew increasingly difficult, I had to make a hasty getaway to the bed.
Nonetheless, once the talk had ignited, it didn’t diminish at all even after I fled.
Hours before, the friends I’d been joking with seemed incredibly intimidating now.
The eighteen-year-old high school girls had conversations that were just off the rails, far exceeding my imagination.
-Ding dong.
“…I’m back.”
It was my greeting as I returned home.
Immediately after, I told Na-yeon, who welcomed me warmly, that I was going to rest, and headed straight to my room.
I began to pull out the souvenirs from my black suitcase.
After sorting the gifts and other souvenirs, I headed to the kitchen to grab a pair of white cooking gloves.
Upon returning to my room, I spent a considerable amount of time in the soundproof booth testing various things.
Finally.
-Click.
[Japan Travel Review☆]
As soon as Diah’s usual broadcast time arrived, I began the storytelling session I had promised Noeul a few days ago.
Of course, up until that point, it wasn’t that different from the broadcasts I had done before.
“I even bought the famous melon bread! Just wait a moment~.”
Just as I had finished explaining the photos I took at Skytree for Noeul.
The broadcast camera, set up in the optimal location and angle after many trials and errors, started functioning.
Before a single second could pass, what flooded Diah’s broadcast screen were two hands clad in a slightly oversized pair of white cooking gloves.
And various souvenirs placed on the broadcast desk.
– Wow, look at those slender fingers
– Kyaaaa
– Great Diah
– I believed in you..! I believed in you..! I believed in you..! I believed in you..! I believed in you..!
– Pass the auditions, pass the auditions, pass the auditions, pass the auditions, pass the auditions, pass the auditions, pass the auditions, pass the auditions, pass the auditions
– Your skin is like a baby’s!
Afterward, the chat room lively reacted as I waved my hands in a V shape while asking if they could see me well.
How should I put it? The reactions from Noeul were quite transparent, to say the least.
I knew with my brain what they liked, but I still couldn’t fully understand.
After all, I had merely shown them gloved fingers, so why was there such enthusiasm?
“Still, that’s better than being disliked. For now, it seems like the cam broadcasting is problem-free.”
Well, anyway.
Diah’s first-ever cam broadcast began solely for the sake of the promised travel review with Noeul.
“Okay, let’s start with the melon bread! Let’s see if it actually tastes like melon~.”
I tore open the package of melon bread right in the center of the desk and began the review of my souvenirs from the trip to Japan.
Thanks to having organized my thoughts about the trip over the four days, the flow of the broadcast felt smoother than before.
