Chapter 155: If You Can't Bite, Don't Bark (2)

It was a peculiar matter that I couldn’t believe with my own eyes.

– Peculiar matter: Respects Shia in every way, behaves rudely and without manners in the game. Intentionally trolls and continuously messes with teammates’ mental states. Main content is . Boldly records and uploads such videos on MeTube. Current subscriber count is 430, and…

Moreover, what was listed in the peculiar matters was only a fraction of it.

Starting from content betraying friends under the guise of following the traitor me, to content that induces blind patriotism indiscriminately.

They swore indiscriminately at Japanese or Chinese people, behavior unfit for a sixth grader.

After checking all the information about that kid that Producer Son handed to me, I put the document down and swallowed hard.

“Satan would weep.”

“Perhaps he was deeply moved by Chan-sik’s heroic actions.”

“How is that moving?”

“To a child, wouldn’t Chan-sik seem like a freedom fighter? Haha.”

“…At this rate, it’s understandable why his parents are worried.”

The world is doomed.

A child who should be pure and bright was following me.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The concern I always had has now materialized.

I always label my broadcasts as unsuitable for minors to watch… but the videos on Actube are quite conscious of minors. They are set up so that only adults can see the rough language and such, even though the spicy flavor is there.

Twipod is the same.

Whenever there is provocative content, I put up a tough broadcast to block the influx of minors as much as possible.

Despite that, this little Satan must have been diligently following my broadcasts.

“How did he watch my broadcast?”

Producer Son nodded as if it was obvious and answered.

“Borrowing parents’ social security numbers to create IDs is a long-standing tradition in Korea.”

No, what kind of tradition is that?

I sighed, pressing my hand to my forehead.

“Is he not bullied at school?”

Considering he openly betrayed friends in his content, it seemed highly likely he was being bullied.

However, the answer that came back was,

“He… well, his physical abilities? They say his physique is good. To be exact… should I say he has the body of a middle schooler?”

“Is he a top dog?”

“…Yes. So his parents said they couldn’t touch him easily.”

I could roughly picture it.

He overpowered his peers with strength and used them for content production…

Not that I’m one to talk, but it’s a tyranny that would make even Satan shake his head.

Only then did I realize what kind of mindset his parents must have had when they applied to participate in this program.

“At this level… it’s more of a child correction program than a promising talent discovery program.”

“What would you like to do? We will follow Chan-sik’s decision entirely.”

For reference, an additional note was that he ‘physically overwhelms even second-year middle schoolers.’

Top dog in elementary school and strong… I chuckled and nodded.

“This kid will do.”

As a rule, it’s quite satisfying to straighten out a rebellious one.

He was just the kind of kid I ideally wanted.

An elementary schooler with pretentious airs, disrespecting my honor while claiming to admire me.

He definitely needed a good scolding.

Seeing me smile, Producer Son spoke to me with concern.

“They say he’s not afraid of anything. Will he cooperate with our program?”

Isn’t it said that elementary schoolers only fear their homeroom teacher?

Producer Son’s concern was quite reasonable.

But his worry was unfounded.

“Everyone has someone they’re afraid of.”

Even if this kid was the top dog in his territory, it meant nothing to me.

He was structurally bound to be subordinate to me.

I just smiled calmly at Producer Son.

“I have a good feeling. I think we’ll have a lot of fun from the first shoot. I’ll go with this kid.”

“I’ll contact him right away.”

“Please do. Anyway, since my Twipod is suspended for the time being, I have plenty of time. Oh, by the way, has the program’s title been decided?”

was the most fitting title, but unfortunately, it wasn’t suitable for a regular broadcast title.

Producer Son nodded at my question and answered right away.

“We’ve decided on a fitting title.”

“What is it?”

“Shia’s Secret Lessons.”

“Wow.”

“Haha, we plan to stick with a moderate title like this. While the original title is important, the most crucial thing is the content inside.”

I agreed.

It’s the same for Twipod broadcasts.

Even if the broadcast title draws a lot of attention, if the content inside is lacking, the viewer count won’t be maintained.

Shia’s Secret Lessons…

Sounds familiar?

Whatever, it doesn’t matter.

Finally, I looked at the mischievously smiling face of the elementary schooler in the document.

“Lee Doo-sik…”

Lee Doo-sik.

I muttered the name of the glorious first student of to myself.

Doo-sik.

The name felt incredibly fitting and pleasing.

Ah, I should contact Sung-shin later. Sung-shin was the first victim and beneficiary of such content.

I heard the contract issues were well resolved with the help of Hyung, but there’s been no contact lately because he’s been busy?

No news is good news, but I think I’ll need some advice for this broadcast.

Satisfied, I nodded while calculating various things.

Jackpot.

A very strong scent of jackpot was coming.

4.

The meeting with Doo-sik was prepared much faster than I had expected.

I thought it would take at least two weeks, but the synergy between the parents and Producer Son’s enthusiasm made things happen quickly.

The shooting date was set for next Tuesday, and time flew by quickly.

In the meantime, my suspended Twipod station was reinstated, and I was free again.

However, I didn’t return to broadcasting immediately.

I had decided to take a week off, so I had to rest for a week, even if it was out of frustration.

The day before the shooting, the writers of sent me the script, and I read through it to solidify the character concept I had to play in this program. Ɽ

Actually, there was no need to study separately.

The image that the producers and staff expected from me was , just as I am.

And the day of the first shoot finally arrived.

I got up from bed in a good mood and received a call from Sung-jae.

-Twipod Korea officially apologized to Shia.

Damn, why did they do something worth apologizing for?

I shrugged and told Sung-jae what needed to be clarified.

“Remember the person who pressured Twipod Korea?”

-Yes.

“Tell them to come and apologize in person if they want to cover up their kid’s mistake. Stop acting like a coward behind the scenes.”

-I will convey the message clearly.

Hyung said it was related to some mediocre politician.

Tsk.

Public officials who have no sense…

They don’t seem to know that you can’t handle a madman like me in that way.

-Oh, and our team will be arriving soon. You know, right?

Whenever we shoot a cable program, Chicken Box supports us with makeup and styling.

For a streamer like me, it was an overwhelming treatment, but they didn’t seem to have any intention of backing down.

– Chan-sik, you shine brighter when you’re dressed up. I’m sure you know that people are joining your fan café because they’re smitten by your face. Have a great day! If you encounter any uncomfortable situations, please contact me immediately.

Oh my, this person.

Such embarrassing words first thing in the morning!

With that, the simple information delivery ended, and just as Sung-jae said, Chicken Box staff arrived soon after.

From then on, the preparation time was no different from a regular shooting day for .

Wearing sponsored clothes, getting makeup done.

By the time all preparations were completed, it was 11:30 AM.

The scheduled filming time was 1 PM, and it took about an hour to get to Ilsan, where today’s main character, ‘Doo-sik’, lived.

So we hurried along right away.

We arrived at the destination around 12:30 PM.

A café in Lafesta, a bustling area in Ilsan.

There, the production team, who had already gotten permission to film, was busily moving around.

“You’re here?”

As always, the first to greet me was Producer Son, wearing a headset.

A producer full of energy and bulldozer-like drive.

The fact that the first shoot was decided within a week was all thanks to his incredible determination.

I slowly nodded as I looked around the café where the preparations for filming were almost complete.

Unlike internet broadcasting, cable TV shooting always felt serious.

Both the level of preparation and the tension were palpable.

The atmosphere was definitely different from the filming team.

While Producer Sung’s team for had a soft but heavy atmosphere, Producer Son’s team was passionate and lively.

I heard that the atmosphere varies depending on the producer, and it seemed to be true.

Just as I was busily observing the surroundings and checking today’s script once more,

“Excuse me…”

A lady approached me cautiously, bowing her head.

“Oh, yes.”

“I’m Doo-sik’s mother, who’s filming today.”

“Oh, yes! Hello, ma’am. I’m the streamer Shia.”

“My son recognizes you right away because he always watches your videos. Nice to meet you.”

When I checked Doo-sik’s photo in the documents last time, he looked fierce enough to put any gangster to shame.

I wondered how an elementary schooler could look like that.

In this brief encounter, it was proven that Doo-sik didn’t resemble his mother at all.

Doo-sik’s mother was completely different from the image I had imagined.

She was quite polite and even exuded an air of elegance.

“I heard about you from the parent community.”

…Huh?

How did they hear about me in the parent community?

When did my stories seep into there?

My question didn’t last long.

“They said you sternly scolded an elementary school student who watched a lot of MeTube. Hearing that, I thought, ‘Shia is a really good person.’”

“Oh.”

Now I remembered.

She was talking about a brief incident at the second fan meeting.

At that time, I did give a sharp scolding to an elementary schooler who claimed to be my fan.

I didn’t expect that story to spread like this.

A lot of parents applied for this program, so it was likely because of word of mouth.

There’s nothing like word of mouth among parents.

Doo-sik’s mother looked at me for a moment, then bowed her head again and spoke.

“Please take good care of my child today.”

A phrase loaded with many meanings.

I could sense a hint of complex emotions in her words.

I gave her a big smile.

“Don’t worry. I’m quite good at this kind of thing.”

While I was talking with the mother,

“Mom! Why are you bothering my brother over there! My brother looks annoyed!”

The problematic ‘Doo-sik’ appeared with an infuriatingly arrogant tone.

His face and physique were hard to believe for an elementary schooler.

Doo-sik, who had an aura suggesting he could throw punches, immediately pushed his mother aside upon arrival.

Then he bowed 90 degrees to me and said,

“Brother! I’m so happy to meet you! I’m Lee Doo-sik, who always respects you! I give my deepest bow…”

This cheeky little brat.

I lightly grabbed Doo-sik’s neck as he bowed to me, then brought my mouth close to his ear.

And with a sly smile, I whispered quietly so no one else could hear.

“I came here today to properly straighten you out… What’s got you so excited, you ungrateful little brat?”