I Became a Malicious Streamer

It was the moment when I finished selecting the team members and returned from the bathroom.

Just like last time, we need to create a Discord room to get to know each other and discuss the overall plan. It’s not like we’re actually meeting face-to-face, but calling it getting to know each other seems odd.

While I was away, all the team members seemed to have gathered and were chatting away, as the Discord room was already set up.

Just as I was about to enter via the link that Daesik had sent,

[Byeoljji Mom has donated 50,000 won!]
– “Please take good care of Byeoljji ^^”

“Oh, Yes. Are you one of Byeoljji’s viewers? As a team member, I’ll make sure we do our best and aim for victory together.”

[Here comes the chairman, LOL]
[Overzealous parents bribing the coach, OMG]
[??? : Please put my kid on the first team]
[Ah, LOL, there are no candidates anyway, so everyone’s a starter]
[Maybe they want a hosting gig later?]

That was true. What was this, thanking me with donations? Even though I was wearing the coach’s hat, I was just another streamer like the players.

However, my thoughts seemed to differ from theirs, as donations started pouring in.

[Wang Kkumteuri has donated 100,000 won!]
– “Please love our Image too, hehehe.”

[Aemollite has donated 100,000 won!]
– “I came from Rariri’s room, and I heard this is where to donate, am I doing it right?”

[Park Hodoo has donated 100,000 won!]
– “Hyeyang << She’s dumb but nice." "U-Uh, you don’t need to shoot if you came from the players' room. I’m not the kind of person who treats people differently just because I received money. I’m not some school teacher accepting bribes from overzealous parents." [What the hell is this, LOL] [But you can’t hide that slowly rising smirk, can you? Obvious lie, right?] [Who hates money? The one who says they hate money is usually the money-loving one.] [Bribe, LOL, your word choice is hilarious.] [-That-] [What’s a bribe?] [Something like slipping in cash to make sure they take care of our kid well.] [Hmm… Everyone’s donating 100,000 won, but what’s with Byeoljji Mom…] [Oh ho.] [We shouldn’t discriminate based on amounts~] [Still, it’s a bit concerning, you know?] [By the way, who hasn’t donated yet?] [Daesik, Daesik…] [Daesik is irreplaceable, so it's okay if he doesn't. LOL] [Either way, whether he gives or not, he’ll act like a fool anyway. LOL] [For real, LOL] Finally, a donation of 150,000 won came crashing in. [O Daesik Mom has donated 150,000 won!]
– “Please let my Daesik escape from being the ghost of no titles.”

[??? : Please kill the one who murdered my daughter in 15 years.]
[For real, that’s a similar level.]
[150,000 won, OMG, Daesik’s room’s hangover is next level.]
[This person is the vice president.]
[This is a real living point, right? LOL]
[For real, LOL]
[Will we finally escape the no-title curse this time?]
[Ah, LOL, but the coach is Mollru. Can’t he win just once?]
[That’s a tough one, considering he got robbed by the roulette.]
[Daesik participates a lot, but somehow there are no results.]
[He performs well in practice, but the instant it’s the real deal, he starts flopping like a ghost…]
[That’s a coward issue.]
[Isn’t this basically the last dance?]
[No, no, every time they say it’s the last dance but keep coming to competitions, it seems like there’s at least 5 more years left.]
[But this time it’s ‘for real.’]

“You’re giving me a tough challenge here.”

Daesik, with substantial broadcast experience, had participated in many tournaments with streamers.

Before the EOW tournament, he had also participated in various AOS games, FPS games, and fighting games… but his best result was a runner-up. At worst, he was eliminated in the preliminaries.

Strangely enough, tournament results across both team and individual competitions always came out like that.

It’s as if some curse was on him so that he’d never win once—O Daesik, the unlucky guy destined to never win in his life.

And I needed to break that curse. That would not be an easy task.

But it was definitely worth a try. Especially since I was now taking money from these overzealous parents.

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“Hello.”
“Ah, the coach has arrived.”
“The coach is here!”
“It’s the coach, it’s the coach!”

[Wow, this is chaotic.]
[Why are they all chirping away?]
[It feels like I stepped into a girl’s high school.]
[How do you know the feeling of a girl’s school?]
[I served in the public service there, yes.]
[You would have been everyone’s boyfriend.]
[Hey, LOL, your boyfriend just passed by!]
[This is a PTSD moment…]
[At least it’s lively, LOL, don’t know how long it will last though.]
[You don’t have to worry about filling the audio.]

The atmosphere in the Discord room was much more lively than I had anticipated. I’d even say a bit noisy.

With four women in the team, it made sense. Including me, the coach, that makes five.

Come to think of it, Daesik was the only guy here. No wonder the viewers keep saying he’s in a harem party.

“Hello, Coach.”
“Yes, Daesik. It’s been a while.”
“I’ve been waiting.”

[Oh my, oh my!]
[Is Daesik waiting for Mollru? Is there something going on?]
[Are we opening the Moll-Daesik pairing?]
[Open what?]
[This raises reasonable suspicion.]
[Daesik, you rascal!!!! I believed in you!]
[Seems like he’s just tired of being alone in a crowd of energetic people.]
[For real, his voice sounds drained.]
[He sucked all the energy out of him, LOL]

Daesik’s voice had a hint of exhaustion. I remembered he was a bit shy. He’d always seemed to have trouble around women.

Despite having managed to get somewhat close to me, being in a situation with four women he hadn’t met before must have been exhausting.

“You’ve been waiting for the coach? What’s going on here? I like the vibes.”
“If it’s Mollru, as the representative of Mysoon, I’ll approve.”

Given how outgoing everyone seemed, that would surely amplify his tiredness—being represented by an overzealous couple is tough enough. I felt Daesik’s pain.

“What do you mean by ‘what’s going on’? It’s a player-coach relationship!”

Saying that, I redirected the players’ attention and continued with the overall progression.

“Today, we’re not really having a match or anything. We’ll just find out which champions you usually use and come up with a team name before wrapping things up.”
“Oh, we’ve already decided on our team name.”
“What is it?”
“Oh-ho General!” We named it after our ace, Daesik.
“Ah, that’s not great…”

From the back, Daesik’s lack of confidence was heard, but nobody paid attention.

“We’ve also decided on the nicknames. Something like 00 General Image. By the way, Daesik is ‘General O Daesik, the no-title general.'”
Cough.
“…Coach? Are you smiling right now?”

Suddenly, a sound escaped me, akin to air deflating out of a balloon. I heard Daesik’s bewildered voice, but I ignored it. It was just absurdly funny.

“So, the team name is Oh-ho General, and let’s find out your main picks first. Byeoljji, can you tell us which agents you usually enjoy using?”

Just then, Rariri, who had been talking, asked me a question.
“Coach, are we doing that thing again?”
“That thing? What do you mean?”
“The Hiddink strategy.”

During matches, using informal speech to allow quicker orders and narrow the distance among team members.

I had used this strategy in the previous tournament. It didn’t seem to be particularly effective. I mixed polite and informal speech myself during the match.

But for Rariri, it seemed to have left quite an impression if she brought it up.

“Do you want to use the Hiddink strategy?”
“Yes! It feels much less awkward than addressing each other formally.”
“Well, that may not be completely true… but if everyone agrees, we can go with that.”

The women readily agreed, and eventually, Daesik reluctantly consented, leading to a unanimous decision to use the Hiddink strategy.

Maybe Daesik didn’t really want to, but if he disliked it that much, he would have firmly refused. Considering the atmosphere was picking up some excitement.

Rariri, delighted that her suggestion was accepted, continued.
“Can I talk informally to Mollru too?”
“Me?”

[Wha-what?]
[Go!!!]
[What’s the connection between the Hiddink strategy and speaking informally to the coach? LOL]
[So, you just want to talk informally to Mollru under the pretense of using the Hiddink strategy.]
[Ah, LOL, have you seen the players speaking informally to Hiddink?]
[This girl just wanted to be friends with the coach…]
[Becoming friends with the manager is like taking a direct flight to success, LOL]
[Oh, she was a fox.]

Seeing the chatroom getting livelier than me, I continued.
“I can’t do that. I’m the coach, not a player.”
“Is that so?”

It would be unacceptable. I’m a coach, not someone to be addressed informally.

Hearing Rariri’s disappointed tone, I nodded firmly.

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