Cheat day

Saturday.

It’s the day of the union with the monk.

I left home early in the morning and headed to the Banyasikgyeong Channel studio in Bucheon.

I used to visit the old office often, but since moving, I haven’t been able to come even once, so I got a bit lost.

“This must be the place.”

I took my eyes off my smartphone and looked up, and a new building was soaring towards the sky.

As expected from a channel with 570,000 subscribers, they use quite a spacious officetel as their studio.

While waiting on the first floor, a bald man with a strong build approached with a smile on his face.

I am a monk.

Even over his clothes, his broad shoulders and firm chest stood out, and with his big nose and fierce eyes, I thought he was a gangster when I first saw him.

“Hyung.”

“You’re early?”

I’m so hungry. “Save me.”

“Ugh.” I’ve prepared everything.

A handsome gangster, you say?

I got on the elevator.

“Have you eaten anything?” I watched the broadcast, and it wasn’t good at all.

“My point exactly.” Whenever I eat something, my blood sugar spikes, so I can’t eat anything. “When I eat meat, my blood sugar doesn’t rise, but they tell me not to eat it.”

“Neck meat is fine.” “Grill it without any grease.”

“Really?”

As Jujiseung nodded, the elevator came to a stop.

It’s the 7th floor.

“Mr. Chanyong.”

When I opened the studio door and walked in, a man with short hair and rimless glasses greeted me with a kind smile.

I am Michael Choi, the PD of the Heart Sutra.

Joo Ji-seung and Choi Michael, what an amazing channel that has even achieved religious harmony.

Hello.

“Come in.” “Have you eaten yet?”

“I haven’t eaten anything since last night.”

“Why?”

“I’m planning to get a free meal.” Please give me something delicious.

“Hehe.” Even so, Ji-seung hyung told me to prepare snacks.

“Snacks?”

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Choi Michael smiled slightly and headed to the kitchen. I sat with Ju Ji-seung and looked around.

“Cool.”

Right? It cost a lot of money.

“I think so.” You did it, bro.

“Success, what success?” “It’s all thanks to you.”

The monk said something embarrassing.

“I don’t not have my ball.”

Joo Ji-seung and I both smiled slightly.

The channel that Joo Ji-seung initially operated was called “Yori Gosu,” and it didn’t even have 10,000 subscribers.

It’s a channel I enjoy watching, but it’s a shame it isn’t growing, so I meddled.

I was sharing tips on editing styles and how to pick thumbnails, and later on, I ended up editing one or two videos a week.

There, Choi Michael established the concepts of the Heart Sutra, the monk, the bald head, and Gungye, leading to the present.

“I hope it suits your taste.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Choi Michael placed a plate in front of me and ended up trailing off while greeting.

It’s a cake.

I can’t believe they put a cake in front of a diabetic patient.

“Hyung, this.”

“It’s a sugar-free cake.”

“Mortgage?”

“Instead of using flour, we use almond flour, so the carbohydrate content is lower.” Instead of sugar, a substitute sweetener called erythritol was used.

I slowly shifted my gaze.

Joo Ji-seung explained the situation with a proud expression.

In 100g, there are only 0.6g of sugars. If you eat as much as you want… it might be a bit troublesome, but one piece should be fine.

“Really?”

Joo Ji-seung nodded instead of answering.

Is it Sariputra?

“I bought one more, so please take it with you when you go back.”

Choi Michael said.

“……Are you an angel?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

Choi Michael turned around with a warm smile, like a freshly steamed bun just taken out of the steamer.

“Try it.”

Jujiseung offered the cake.

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“This is the first time my heart is racing like this.”

“Ugh.” Yoonan is.”

It’s not being overly dramatic.

The past few days have been like a real nightmare.

Looking for foods that raise blood sugar less, I ended up eating tofu, cabbage, seaweed, and mushrooms as my main meals. While I could tolerate it for a meal or two, eating them for five days straight was torture.

A cake was given to me like that.

“Phew.”

I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts, and cut the cake.

Suddenly, I thought that perhaps I should at least recite a prayer or chant before this noble act, or rather, this ritual.

However, since I have no religion, I put the cake in my mouth with a solemn attitude.

Cold and moist.

It’s not the soft texture of a typical cake, but it’s somewhere between a chiffon cake and a pound cake.

The carrots that you occasionally bite into add an interesting texture, and the cream cheese layered between the cake adds to the flavor.

It feels like my tongue and brain are melting from the sweetness I haven’t tasted in a week.

How long has it been since I had delicious food?

“Isn’t it delicious?”

The monk asked.

If there was no food in my mouth, I would want to chant “Namu Amitabul Kwanse-eum Bosal.”

“Really.” “It’s really delicious.”

“Ugh.” Right now, how could anything about you not be appealing?

Jujiseung rested his chin on his hand.

“When I was strictly following my diet and then ate something like that, I was like, ‘What is this?'” It’s definitely food I’ve eaten before, but it feels much more diverse.

“I wonder if cream cheese has always been this rich. Is it because it’s made with almonds? I didn’t know bread could be this delicious.”

“It’s delicious, but it’s just the wheat that makes it good.” “I haven’t had anything stimulating for a while, so it tastes even better now.”

If it were up to me, I would want to devour it in one bite, but since it’s a pity to see the cake slowly disappear, I savor it slowly.

“I also had a hard time when I was diagnosed with diabetes.”

The monk comforted me.

“What’s your HbA1c level right now?”

“6.0”

“Huh?”

I was startled.

Glycated hemoglobin is a measure that indicates the average blood sugar levels over approximately three months, and it can serve as an accurate criterion for assessing long-term blood sugar control.

When the hemoglobin A1c level is between 4-6%, it is considered normal, and if it is higher, it is regarded as a diabetic patient.

When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, my HbA1c level was 10.9%, which was very serious.

The doctor said that the goal should be to lower this figure to the level of 6.5-7%.

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In other words, it means that Joo Ji-seung is already maintaining blood sugar levels within the normal range.

“How?” If it’s 6.0, isn’t that totally average?

I took the medicine, followed the diet, and exercised too. Learn exercise from Jichan. Blood sugar management absolutely requires building muscle.

It looks like I’ll end up doing the exercise I hate more than anything.

Please provide the text you would like me to translate.

After eating the cake, I prepared for the broadcast.

I can’t just keep taking advantage of others, so I decided to appear on the Banya Sutra broadcast today, but the scale is quite daunting.

Joo Ji-seung, who had gone to the next room to prepare for the broadcast, turned his head as he entered the studio and was taken aback.

The monk, dressed in a golden robe, is wearing a matching eye mask, has a large prayer bead necklace around his neck, and is holding a long staff in his hand.

Seeing it in person after only watching it on video is even more shocking.

“Why?”

“It’s really scary.” The brother who couldn’t even ask for more side dishes at the restaurant has changed so much.

“You’ve seen it a lot.”

“It’s different from seeing it in person.”

Joo Ji-seung chuckled.

“If you want to make a living, what can’t you do?” But is it weird? I even wore an eye patch today. Not funny?

“Mm.”

Someone who doesn’t know Jujiseung might laugh, but to me, it’s pitiful.

“Let me see.”

Choi Michael looked up and down at Joo Ji-seung and nodded.

“It’s okay.” It’s funny.

“Really?”

“It’s very funny.”

“What?”

Choi Michael, who turned his back on the furious Jujiseung, handed me the iron hammer.

“Try touching it.” It’s squishy, right?

“Yes.”

“When we go live, Ji-seung hyung will probably overdo it a bit.” “I’m going to slam this on the desk according to the situation, so don’t be surprised.”

Have I been too casual with my broadcasts all this time?

I haven’t edited the Heart Sutra much, but I don’t know when the broadcast style changed to this skit format.

“I’ll start.” When I call, Chanyong comes out for me.

“Yeah.”

Joo Ji-seung stood in front of the camera setup, and Choi Mi-kael sat in front of the computer.

“I turned it on.” Please let me know when you’re ready.

The microphone and camera are not on yet; only the standby screen is up.

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A 32-inch monitor installed vertically at the front displays the chat window, allowing you to see the viewers’ reactions from a distance.

Om Mani Padme Hum

Who is Banchan-yong?

Leader! Open the door!

What is the background music?

Taejo Wang Geon background music

The opening BGM of the drama is playing.

This is something that the Heart Sutra has been doing for a long time, so I’m used to it.

When Choi Michael raised his hand, Ju Ji-seung lifted his chin and solemnly looked around.

hahaha

I even wore an eye patch today, lol.

Doesn’t it get in the way while cooking?

Seriously, how is that person an ordinary person?

The monk struck the floor with his staff.

“Who made that sound?” “Who made a laughing sound during this sacred broadcast time?”

“Ugh.”

I’ve improved a lot in acting over time.

I did so well that I couldn’t help but laugh.

So, the monk glared at me with bulging eyes.

“Truly unfortunate.” The king is currently imparting teachings to the people, so how can one dare to laugh?

I felt like I couldn’t just stay still, so I went in front of the camera and lay flat on the ground.

“Please kill me!”

Originally, I was going to go out and greet when the host called, but it seems more appropriate for the flow of the broadcast.

Maybe this was a sign.

“Oh no.” Did you see something lewd?

“Lecherous?”

I lifted my head.

“I see that your head is full of nonsense.” “Hey, Chief Choi.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Choi Michael answered.

“Kill this bastard.”

“Yes!”

Choi Michael approached with a fluffy mace and struck my head.

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It’s not easy to act because I have to collapse from a blow weaker than a kitten’s paw.

hahahahahahahahahaha

Why are you dying? LOL

Who the heck is this again?

Not a guest? What, the guest died before even being introduced, lol.

“Ugh.” Wake up, Chanyong.

Joo Ji-seung approached me with a smile and helped me up.

“I told you we have a guest today, right?” We have Mr. Banchan, who runs a banchan store and a mukbang channel, with us. Chan-young, introduce yourself.

I checked the chat window.

The chat is moving up too quickly, so I can’t read it, but I see a lot of “kek.”

I got swept up in a skit I couldn’t prepare for in advance, but the reaction isn’t bad.

It’s only been a short while since the broadcast started, and already there are 4,100 viewers. It really is a rising channel.

Hello. It’s for side dishes. I came over because you said you would treat me to something delicious today.

“Chan-young’s broadcast is really fun, so everyone please subscribe once.”

Jujiseung openly asked for a subscription.

I turn my head, and Jujiseung smiles. Promoting my close brother who has secured 570,000 subscribers.

It’s incredibly reassuring.