The Nature of Possession

88 – EP.5 Crossroads-1

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At 7:00 in the morning, Mr. C, an office worker on his way to work, was visiting Oceania TV.

The commute to Seoul is 1 hour and 20 minutes by bus.

It was uncomfortable to sleep, and it was boring to be in a daze.

His hand froze as he looked through the list.

A thumbnail of a woman wearing tight tights and a loose T-shirt caught my eye.

＜[Live Broadcast][Lone Trainer] Morning Routine＞

Seeing the title of the broadcast, he pressed the thumbnail with his finger as if possessed.

After the commercial video came out, he saw a woman doing squats in his eyes.

While making quite a bit of sexy appeal, the wholesome image came to me ironically.

Seeing if anyone had already entered the broadcast, they chatted with each other and tried to get BJ’s attention, but the woman was unmoved.

Just quietly doing squats.

At first, only the figure of the woman caught my eye, and then what caught my eye was the weight of the barbell she was carrying.

‘How many kg is that?’

With the same thoughts, a chat asking about weight has been posted, but the woman on the screen is still silent.

I just pick up that piece of iron that looks heavy at a glance and repeat the up and down movement.

The audio was empty and he was tired of the broadcast with no reaction, so he was about to leave, but the eccentricity of the woman showed C so he couldn’t press another channel.

Whether the people in the chat window were shocked or not, her movement continued.

From squats to leg curls, leg presses, and finishing running.

About an hour later, wiping the sweat from her hair with a towel, she looked at the camera for the first time.

A ponytail with slight curls, and a body that feels healthy.

Although she didn’t say a word, she made full use of her charm and imprinted it on people.

Seeing the chat window with indifferent eyes, she opened her mouth for the first time.

“Okay. Subscribe for notifications. I was the lone trainer.”

And the broadcast ended.

Countless question marks filled the chat window, and Mr. C was one of them.

what did i just see? I thought. That question soon became an exclamation point.

something strange and fun

That was the common thought of those who watched Lone Trainer’s broadcast.

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After confirming that the broadcast had ended, I went to Mr. Garam.

“Good job.”

“Ugh… I was really nervous. I couldn’t lift more weight than usual because I was nervous… I can’t do this…”

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Does that mean it’s underweight?

It’s crazy.

“Just get used to the camera a little more. It’s not like I’m going to do content anyway.”

“Yes. But I don’t know if I’m doing well.”

“The response is not bad. I think I saw about 15 people, and there was support.”

“Eh? Sponsorship?”

“Yes. About 2,000 coins came in.”

“Uh… 2,000 coins…”

She counts as she folds and unfolds her fingers. It still won’t work well here.

“It’s 20,000 won if you settle it.”

“Wow… 20,000 won…”

He looks visibly disappointed. Are you disappointed with this topic?

“Relax. Mr. Garam. You did what you normally do, but you made 20,000 won? I’ll upload today’s video here on YouTube, and then I’ll get additional income later.”

When I spoke a little strongly, she shook her head.

“Ah! I’m sorry. I guess I was expecting too much.”

“Today was the first broadcast, right? Don’t try to be too full for the first drink.”

“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind. The shows you show get 100,000 coins at a time, so I guess that’s why expectations are high.”

“That… It’s a really exciting broadcast. Anyway, Mr. Garam just started. In terms of exercise, it’s hellin. You can’t do 60kg squats from the beginning.”

“Huh? I did 60kg at first?”

Shaking her head, she asked again.

I hate you.

We did a test broadcast on Monday with the broadcasting equipment Hocheol prepared.

After that, the first broadcast on Tuesday.

If there are 15 people in the first broadcast, that’s a good indicator.

In fact, there was an easy way to go.

If you enter your ID and sponsor a large amount of coins, the real-time ranking will go up and the broadcast will be noticed.

However, enemies soon appear.

When I, who was already a big hand, stopped sponsoring me, Hana, who was at the top of the rankings, plummeted.

Right now, I think I’m staying in the top 10.

With the overwhelming 1st place gone, all that remains is the battle for 1st place between 2nd to 5th place.

It would be a clean match if it was just a coin sponsored rush, but in fact it is not.

Biting off each other’s fandom, and scratching BJ. There are also many attempts to disturb the mentality by posting malicious posts on the Internet.

I don’t want Mr. Garam to jump into that battlefield.

I didn’t know because he always showed a bright side when working out, but through the conversation at the hair salon and work at the Han River Park the other day, I got a glimpse of a different side of Mr. Garam.

Mr. Garam is extremely insecure.

The external environment surrounding her is not good, so it is a glass mentality that shatters when touched.

I get hurt over trivial things and feel despair over trivial things.

What protects her is exercise.

According to Mr. Garam, if you exercise, you don’t have bad thoughts. I guess it’s because I’m focused.

Anyway, for this reason, she deserves less attention.

Since I started broadcasting on the Internet, it will be something I will have to go through someday, but it is still too early.

“Ah, come to think of it, lately I’ve loosened up my checks. Members. Are you measuring your in-body?”

Ah, the title has become a member…

Inbody that has been remade like that.

Compared to the beginning, it has decreased so much that it can be felt, but compared to the measurement just before, there was no significant growth.

“It’s a stagnant period. I’ll have to change my exercise pattern a bit.”

Mr. Garam comforted me as I looked at myself slightly sullen.

“President In-ho helps me with my broadcasts, and I help Mr. In-ho with his workouts. We mutually support each other.”

Scribbling something in her notebook, she continued.

I couldn’t help but smile at the bright voice.

“I will. It’s mutual aid.”

“Well, then. Are you going to keep helping each other until you succeed? Now, promise~”

She held out her little finger, and I put my little finger up to the tune.

“Keep stamping, even copying.”

After touching each other’s thumbs, she brushed her palms to check them firmly, then loosened her neck and said.

“Okay, then today I’m going to lift a little more weight.”

“to?”

“A plateau is originally broken with a stronger exercise.”

F*ck.