I wrapped up the broadcast somehow and let Saetbyeol into my room.
“Della is free! Greeeee It was tough standing still.”
She jumped onto the bed, ruining the neatly made blanket.
The manager, who was watching the live stream, checked in on me.
[Lee Bo-reum: I think I heard Della’s voice. Is that okay? I deleted all the replays for now, though.]
People were speculating all sorts of things in the community.
It was especially impactful since Adella had just finished her graduation broadcast.
[NoName: It’s fine. It’s not like it’s the first or second time I’ve almost been found out. It will blow over soon.]
Maybe I should just be grateful that the technological advancements in this world are so rapid.
If I just say that Adella spoke through the hologram projector, it would be completely explained away.
The audio quality is so good that it almost sounds like a person speaking.
Who would openly flaunt a hologram avatar?
Actually, you’d see them pretty often near Hakteu Station, so it wouldn’t be strange.
[Lee Bo-reum: OMG, you have to read this. They’re saying you combined a humanoid robot with Adella!]
[NoName: I’m not an engineer, how could I…?]
[Lee Bo-reum: Well, people think you can do anything since you’re Na-me. Terminator Adella!]
[NoName: I don’t know what that is, sounds scary.]
Some seemed to be making a fuss, saying I was inventing a groundbreaking technology that would surprise the world.
It’s not groundbreaking technology—it’s groundbreaking magic, actually.
I walked over to Saetbyeol, who was flailing her limbs, and gave her a light slap.
“Thud!”
“No matter how much I tell you to shine when you want, do you know how complicated things will get if you get caught like this without any preparation?”
“I didn’t know you were broadcasting… Pout pout.”
“At least if you’re going to do it, wait until after the National Exchange Tournament. Live quietly in the meantime.”
“Is there really any possibility of that?”
“Oh, and congratulations on graduating as a virtual YouTuber. That’s a thing to celebrate, right?”
“Were you watching the broadcast?”
I mimicked a part of the dance she performed using only my arms.
“I saw it for a bit on the way back from the airport to my accommodation.”
Saetbyeol’s eyes widened in delight.
“Wow, I’ve never met Na-me unni before…! Hehe, thank you, unni!”
“By the way, I watched it with Dad.”
“Gyaaaaaaaak!”
Roll roll-
Saetbyeol couldn’t handle her embarrassment and hugged a pillow tightly.
How adorable.
After a while, Saetbyeol calmed down and said while flattening the crumpled blanket.
“Na-me unni, did you see the people gathered in front of the hotel?”
“No, I couldn’t see them as I came through the underground parking lot. Are they my fans?”
“Well, no matter how I think about it, they don’t look like fans. They were playing some weird trumpet? Like a horn?”
I opened the curtain and window and turned off the noise-canceling magic.
Bwooooooo-!
A sharp sound hit my eardrums.
It felt like a gigantic swarm of bees were flying past, cutting through the air all at once.
My head was pounding, and I thought I might go deaf if I kept listening.
“Are they protesting or something?”
I leaned over the balcony to count them.
There seemed to be roughly 100 people on the street.
I could spot women sporadically wearing hijabs and abayas, too.
When I revealed myself, the crowd erupted in cheers and all began blowing their trumpets.
Bwooooooo-!
Even though it was a relatively tall building, the sound was remarkably clear.
[Cast: Optical Telescope]
“This is a vuvuzela.”
An instrument once used by African tribes as a signal during wars.
Now it’s more commonly used in sports, no, for disruption.
People had even set up sound-lens magic at the end of their vuvuzelas, aiming it at me with persistence.
Of course, such shoddy first-circle magic couldn’t perfectly block sound diffusion.
“Hey! Quiet down that trumpet sound! Aaaah, I’m going crazy!”
The innocent victims were the residents living near the hotel.
*
[Next news. Citizens of Saudi Arabia, facing off against NoName in the National Exchange Tournament, have come under fire for disrupting the Korean team’s rest. Some Saudi fans are making a racket, blowing their trumpets, in front of the Korean team’s accommodation at La Défense in France. Residents of France living near the hotel have immediately come out to protest, leading to some heated physical conflicts. As the situation escalated, police arrived to calm it down but looked quite perplexed as people kept dispersing and regrouping.]
– Wow, look at the level of national character. LOL!
– What are they thinking? It wouldn’t even be heard inside the hotel.
– Why are they doing this to NoName? Just let them concentrate on the match!
– I’m worried it might affect their performance. T_T
– What on earth is going on? LOL! They even had police show up!
– I really want to sew their mouths shut.
– It looks like it’s more than a couple of hundred people. Is that just a few?
The radical disruption by the Saudi fans continued into the night.
Though police were stationed for emergencies, the fans cunningly walked a tightrope with the law.
Korean reporters present on the scene tried to investigate why such actions were being taken.
“Don’t you feel the eyes on you?”
“No, not at all! We’re all fans of NoName! Wow, we love Korea!”
They were noisy individuals claiming to be fans.
Their intentions were clear, but there were no means to curb them.
Meanwhile, a swarm of motorcycles appeared with their high beams on.
“Now we’ve got motorcycle hooligans?”
Even the reporters on site were taken aback.
Kiieeeek-
But what do you know, the riders dismounted and each pulled out plastic bags from their trunks, placing them on the ground one by one.
“We’ll be leaving 40 servings of halal kebab!”
“Twenty-minute delivery for turkey burgers!”
“What’s all this?”
“It’s a treat from NoName for you all. Please take it.”
“Are we really allowed to take this? Huh?”
Upon examining the bags, they indeed had official halal certification marks.
The Saudi fans, unable to hide their confusion,
As a couple of them started tasting the kebabs, others followed suit and hastily tore open the wrappers.
From that point on, the supplies of food seemed endless.
The street quickly calmed down.
People chatted amongst themselves, and the blaring trumpet sounds seemed to vanish.
Once the excitement waned, those who had eaten drifted off in their own directions.
“Wow, this is amazing… it got quiet.”
Captivated by the magical scene, the reporters filmed it all for live broadcasts.
[Breaking: NoName dispenses halal food for 1000 people to malicious fans. LOL!]
(Korean team accommodation front situation.jpg)
Everyone is too busy munching, LOL!
Is NoName really an angel or a genius? Pick one.
[Comments]
– LOL! So she silenced 1000 people at once!
– The very personification of a saint.
– It’s true, when animals bark, it means they want food.
– LOL, I really couldn’t have imagined this!
– It wouldn’t matter anyway; they wouldn’t hear it in the hotel, so it was an act of kindness for the locals.
– “Eat and get lost already.” LOL!
[Angry Note: What’s Infuriating About the NoName 1000-Person Incident]
If they cause a ruckus and get free food, won’t they just come back to cause a ruckus tomorrow, too?
The police should have just rounded them all up and tossed them in jail.
Am I the only one who thinks this way?
[Comments]
– It’s not that they’re avoiding, but because they’re filthy.
– You shouldn’t be dealing with such types.
– At this rate, tomorrow is the final night before the match.
– In the end, only those people are getting scolded while Na-me’s image improves, so it seems fine?
– I think Na-me handled it maturely and very well.
[Urgent Announcement: NoName’s Official Lightning Fan Meeting]
<📌42 rue Blomet, 75015 Paris, France – Bong Restaurant>
[Hello, I am NoName. I suddenly craved pork belly late at night, so I came to my dad's acquaintance's restaurant. If you're in France right now, I’m treating the first 100 people to pork belly!]
Is she crazy? LOL! This is hilarious, NoName!
Did she plan this 100%?
[Comments]
– “Pork!” LOL!
– And she’s not even at a hotel! She made a thousand people look foolish.
– Seriously, why go to some faraway Korean restaurant?
– I’m paying for my own pork belly, so what can you all do?
– Muslims are weeping.
– Living half my life without enjoying something this delicious? What a waste. T_T
– Ah, this feels refreshing! LOL!
*
Chiiik-
The grill was heating up, and the distinctive aroma of pork belly began to fill the air.
The glistening brown surface of the meat started to shine even more.
Before I got consumed by the blazing flames, I popped a piece of pork belly into my mouth.
“Nyum.”
Everyone in the restaurant was focused on the sounds I made while chewing.
The crispy outside texture and the simultaneously tender and juicy flavor spread across my mouth, gently caressing my tongue.
Even without dipping it in salt or sauce, the rich flavors surged up my throat and into my nose.
My mouth was full of happiness.
“Wow, this is simply amazing.”
“Waaaaaah!”
Once I spoke, people finally raised their soju glasses to toast.
Why does pork belly taste better at midnight than at dinner?
I went around the tables, greeting my fans.
“Hello. Did you enjoy the pork ribs?”
“Kyaaaaa! Na-me! I’m so happy to see you here in France! The food is so delicious too!”
“I’m glad to hear that. Please enjoy yourselves.”
“It looks like you’re on good terms with your dad, too! I saw you two feeding each other earlier. Haha, Na-me, you’re so shy!”
I leaned in close to a guy’s ear and whispered.
“Actually, Dad overfeeds me with too many vegetables, and I hate it.”
“Hahahaha! But you have to—”
I narrowed my eyes and shot him a glare.
“You should definitely be getting more meat. Dad has no idea.”
“Right? Thanks for all the support!”
“Sure! Let’s do well in the Round of 16!”
I went around all 25 tables and finally returned to my spot.
Professor Cheon, grilling the marinated ribs.
He made a wrap with three pieces of lettuce and said,
“I heard everything earlier, Na-me.”
“Mph mph…!”
My cheeks puffed out like a hamster in an instant.
I barely swallowed the food in my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
“This doesn’t taste like meat at all…”
“Because I didn’t put any meat in it.”
“Can I report you for domestic violence?”
“Hahahaha!”
Chew chew-
The three layers of lettuce made the initial taste and the aftertaste incredibly bitter.
