The person who donated might have done it without realizing.
Maybe they accidentally turned on the donation system, entered the amount, and coincidentally sent a donation with a moaning sound.
But even if it was a mistake, I couldn’t forgive it.

“Even if it was a mistake, you’re getting a permanent ban.”

[🗡️JeonjiJotneunKurtul: Whoa.]
[But honestly, donations like that should be avoided.]
[It’s legendary how you manage to piss someone off from the start, donating that way to someone who’s just excited about going abroad.]
[These idiots get excited and keep crossing the line, hahaha.]
[They really love crossing the line, don’t they.]
[Han Ho-min: If you're gonna cross the line, at least do it in an interesting way. What’s the point of doing it like that?]
[Coming to London with people who aren’t family is a huge decision for a guy, really want to kill that guy.]

When I quickly glanced at the chat, thankfully, there were some viewers who were defending me.
It seemed the manager had done a good job with the training.
Or maybe it was after I revealed my face.
Either way, it was a good thing, so I calmed myself down.

“Well then, let’s head to the accommodation quickly.”

We weren’t going to stay at the airport all day, so it was better to go to the accommodation first.
We had to unpack before we could do anything.
I thought that and guided the others out of the airport.

Then Harin spoke up.

“Wait a second, does anyone know the way here?”

It was a simple question, but no one answered.
Well, no one knew.
Except for me, everyone had traveled abroad before, but no one had been to London.
As everyone hesitated for a moment, Rize appeared from behind.

“Ah, I’ve been looking for you. Follow me, I’ll guide you to the accommodation.”

I saw her holding her phone, so it seemed like she had been looking for us while watching the broadcast.

“Weren’t you supposed to be with your team?”
“Ah, I’ve got enough seniority. I can take a little break.”

It was kind of funny hearing a 2003-born person complain about seniority, but I let it slide.
In the pro-gaming world, I guess that kind of thing is possible.

“Good thing you showed up. We couldn’t even find our way here.”
“I don’t know it well, but our team manager will help. She’s an expert in these things.”

I was glad that Rize was helping us, so we followed the person Rize called the ‘manager.’

‘Now that I think about it, I should’ve asked Rize who booked this for us.’

The noise from the donation earlier seemed to have clouded my judgment for a moment.
I was just relieved Rize found us and we got into the bus.

Clunk clunk-

We rode the bus through the bumpy roads.
Of course, the broadcast was still on.

“We’re on our way to London now... It does look cool.”

London was really impressive.
The difference between seeing it on YouTube and seeing it in person was huge.

[🗡️JeonjiJotneunKurtul: London’s buildings are definitely cool.]
[🗡️JeonjiJotneunKurtul: It’s just the weather that sucks.]
[Watching soccer, the weather looks terrible.]
[The weather is always terrible there.]
[Is it raining there right now?]
[Doesn’t sound like it’s raining from here.]

“It’s not raining.”
“If it rains and music plays~”

“Sarok, please be quiet.”
“Why would you say that when this song is playing?”

I knew that song was an old one.
The melody felt like something from back in the day.
And above all, singing on the bus was just inconsiderate.
Anyway.

“So when does the match start? We need to watch the match.”
“It should start in two days. I don’t really know the schedule myself.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
How could someone not know the schedule for the league they’re competing in?
A pro gamer should memorize the schedule, right?

“How can you not know that as a pro?”
“Well, other people handle that. I don’t really need to. All I need to do is destroy the enemy top lane.”

When I heard Rize’s answer, it somehow made sense.
A pro gamer just needs to be good at the game.
I couldn’t argue with that, so I let it go.
Then—

Ding!

My phone vibrated.
Since the phone I was using for the broadcast was Mangming’s, it was fine for personal messages to come through.

‘Who’s texting me?’

I didn’t think anyone would be texting me.
I unlocked my phone and checked who had sent a message.

[Ye-ram: Oppa]
[Ye-ram: Oppa]
[Ye-ram: Oppa]
[Ye-ram: Why haven’t you checked your messages?]
[Ye-ram: You need to check it right now—]
[Ye-ram: Seriously, why aren’t you checking?]
[Ye-ram: Ugh…]

“Ah.”

When I checked the message time, I realized Ye-ram had messaged me earlier, but I hadn’t noticed.
We had planned to contact each other when we arrived in London.
Feeling sorry, I quickly typed a reply.

[Me: Wow, seriously]
[Me: I didn’t even notice.]
[Me: Sorry, haha.]
[Me: I’ll contact you when I get to the accommodation.]

I couldn’t call right now since the broadcast was still on.
I couldn’t control everything, after all.
I thought about that as I continued to ride the bus.

Clink-

“Ah, we’ve arrived. You can get off here.”

“Okay.”

Following Rize and the manager’s lead, we got off the bus and walked a bit.

“This is the accommodation. It was arranged by the gaming company, so there should be a lot of pro gamers inside.”
“If I see them, I’ll get their autographs.”

I had seen that Ye-ram seemed to really enjoy watching pro games, so it’d be nice to get autographs from some of the famous players.
I thought about asking Mangming to get them for me.
With that thought in mind, we received a simple explanation about the accommodation on the first floor and began unpacking our things.

“Ah, finally here…”

The accommodation was pretty nice.
It wasn’t super luxurious, but it was a good enough environment for us to do what we needed.
We weren’t going to be staying here long, anyway.
I lay down on the bed, feeling content as I stared at the ceiling.

“It’s a bit lonely with the room all to myself.”

[🗡️JeonjiJotneunKurtul: Haha.]
[🗡️JeonjiJotneunKurtul: It is a bit lonely.]
[But you can’t share the room with anyone else.]
[Dama and Harin doing a collab, hehehe...]
[That sounds hot.]
[Han Ho-min: I’m going to write fanfic right now, haha.]
[Fanfic is definitely a thing.]
[Is it okay to write fanfic with Dama and another guy? I think Dama would look best with Gong.]
[Temporary ban issued!]

[What the heck is gay fanfic..]
[Spoken opinion) Gay fanfic is also kind of annoying..]

While I was talking nonsense with the viewers like that.

Tururur-.

My phone rang.

It must have been Lee Ye-ram who got a call.

“My younger brother called, so I’ll have to hand over the camera to someone else and come over.”

As a side note, Harin, Mang-ming, and Sarok all share the same room.
Of course, it’s much bigger than the room I was assigned to.

Knock.

I knocked on the door next door and after a while.

Squeak-!

The door opened and a familiar face appeared inside.
But without a top on.

“...Well, no matter how comfortable I am, this is a bit..”

Mang-ming wasn’t wearing any clothes except for his pants.
So even his underwear.
Maybe because he was with other women, he was naked.

“Ah… ”

Mangming realized that and hurriedly went into his room, quickly got dressed, and came out.

“..Why did you come here.”

It was clear that Mangming was at fault, but his tone made it seem like he was the one who did something wrong.

It seemed like he was embarrassed.
That’s why he made a joke to make the situation easier.

“Don’t be so flustered, there was nothing to see anyway. By the way, take this camera with me. I have to call my younger sibling.”

He was serious.
There was nothing to see.
Of course, since I’m a man, I almost reacted a little, but I barely held it back.
After saying that, a moment later.

“Fuck…”

Boom-!

Mangming slammed the door hard and went in, looking like he was going to cry.

“Um…”

Was this my fault?
They were the ones who exposed their chests first.
Thinking that it was unfair, he went into his room and answered the phone.

“Hello?”
- Oh, oppa. I heard you arrived at the room. “...Aren’t you sleeping?”
-I just got home from school.
“Tseuup, where are you talking back to.”

You shouldn’t talk back to your heavenly brother.

Hmm, that’s right.

While thinking that, I was continuing the call.

Knock knock-.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Who are you?”

I asked who it was, but there was no answer.

… It seemed like it was a familiar face.