I Dumped Her Not Knowing That She Was My Favorite - Chapter 189



189. Farther.

Unlike when we were both unemployed, we have now become people who cherish weekends like any other couple.

Doah continued to broadcast in the evenings, but I began to live a life no different from that of a salaryman who goes to work on weekdays.

“Oppa! Hurry!”

Doa beckons me to come.

I hurried her steps and walked over to sit next to her.

Perhaps because it was the weekend, there were quite a few people in the PC room.

As expected, there seemed to be many middle and high school students and couples out on dates like us.

“What? “The game isn’t even over yet.”

“Come quickly and teach me.”

They tell you to give advice, but if Bronze was skilled enough to understand the advice, wouldn’t he be Bronze?

“Enemies may appear in the bush here, so be careful.”

“Okay.”

I answered “Okay,” But Doa continued to move in a straight line.

It was an action that made me wonder if there was really anything more honest than that.

As I expected, the enemies were all riding in the atmosphere, and Doa’s character was hit by the opponent’s skill all over her body and died.

“Hmph.”

Perhaps embarrassed, she made her cute snort and looked up at me.

“Sit next to me. Let’s do it together.”

“No. “The weather is nice today, let’s go outside.”

“Oppa, don’t you want to play games?”

“Rather, I find you even more admirable for playing games with slander even after broadcasting.”

The PC room date wasn’t bad, but today wasn’t a bad day.

“Then just do this and leave. Do you think I’ll finish soon?”

“If you die in the same way one more time, I guess you’ll be out, right?”

“Uh huh. “No bad words.”

But unlike her ban, my words came true like a prophet, and Doa was once again in danger of being demoted.

“…I don’t do it.”

Doa is sticking out her mouth because she couldn’t do it herself.

“Then why do you play this disease-like game?”

When I held out her hand as a signal for her to get up, Doa slowly raised her body toward me.

“Ah. “I had a clue that something would go well today.”

“You always say that when you broadcast.”

“There are days when I actually do well.”

“There are not many.”

As we climbed the stairs and started fighting, what was waiting for us was hot weather.

“Ugh… The weather is nice, but it’s too hot.”

The asphalt seemed to be boiling.

But there was a reason why we came here today.

“You said you would come.”

“That’s true.”

“Have you seen what you want to see? So?”

“No! “I left it behind to go with my brother.”

I arrived at the subway station, holding back my sweat.

“Yay!”

Numerous notes were already filling up the space.

“Hey. Is this Wolcle? “Is this an idol?”

As we approached the electronic display board, we carefully looked at the notes one by one.

[Happy birthday, Sister Mu-ring! I love you&&&&&&&&]

[Humuring! The best!]

[I love you. It’s a lot of fun~ I’ll support you forever~]

“We also write down. Hurry.”

“Me too…?”

I don’t have much to say.

“A. You’ve seen Muring a few times, too. “You can at least leave a happy birthday message.”

“I see…”

Doah handed me a post-it note from inside the bag, stuck it to the wall, and wrote a letter in her unique, precise handwriting.

“What did you write?”

“Re-recording fairy, I always love you~”

The term “Re-recording” Is no longer a common thing.

In fact, at the time of her summer records, I had no choice but to leave her behind and let her record.

I almost felt like a student taking supplementary classes.

Nevertheless, she worked hard to listen to my requests as much as she could until the end.

“Mooring is planning to come next week, take a proof photo, read the whole thing, and then go.”

“Oh. “They said you’re not here yet?”

“Yes. “When it all piles up, she said she wants to come and take a look at it all at once.”

“Then I guess I should use it properly too.”

I opened the cap of the ballpoint pen, hesitated for a moment, and left her a message for her.

[I had a hard time recording. I wish you only good things in the future! Closer Fighting! Happy birthday~^^]

…This will do, right?

Doa, who was reading my writing from the corner of her eye, suddenly poked my waist with her index finger.

“…Why?”

“…I don’t like that grinning sign.”

“Hey. “I didn’t even laugh, this is just an emoticon, so what are you doing?”

“I didn’t bring an eraser, so I’ll let you know, but you know you won’t do that next time, right?”

I raised my hands and expressed my intention to surrender.

“So what are you going to do next?”

Still, we were in downtown Seoul, so it was a shame to go home like this.

“Umm… Do you want some coffee?”

“That’s okay.”

“Or an arcade?”

Doa, who is an arcade fanatic, still seems to often go alone when I am not at home.

“That’s it. “Do that when you get home.”

“This. “Even if I asked you to go, you wouldn’t go.”

“You’re going during the day. Kim Do-ah.”

I’m not home, so how can I go with you?

In the end, our destination was a pretty cafe that had the feel of a personal gram.

“Oppa. Look here.”

Doa points the camera at me, asking me to take a picture.

Normally, I would have been reluctant, but today we both came out quite dressed up, so I thought it would be a good day to take pictures.

“V~”

The image of the two of us captured in the liquid crystal display.

Doa must have liked the picture, so she held the phone with both hands and kept looking at it.

“Why? “Not so good?”

I think I came out pretty.

“No. “But your face is too small.”

“…What are you saying to my mom?”

“No no no no! When did I do that to your mother? “I just thought it was cool because your face was so small.”

As soon as the story about her parents came out, Doah was horrified and immediately retracted her statement.

“So what should I do?”

“Take a picture like this.”

Doa, who had been standing in front of me for a while, stood at a distance and tried to match the size of her face with mine.

No. Even Doa’s head isn’t that big.

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“Hey. “If you go back like that, you look very unfriendly.”

“Hearts are connected.”

Doa whispers sweet lies in Luca’s unique voice.

“Ah. “Hurry up and take a picture like this.”

“I can’t survive.”

There was no way for me to defeat Doa.

I reluctantly took a photo with a slightly bizarre composition, and Doa seemed to like it and smiled brightly.

“Umm~ Of course, ice tea when it’s hot.”

Doa eagerly drank the drink, which was the worst value for money, as if it was delicious.

“But the iced tea is too sweet.”

“They say my brother is an uncle.”

“Are you dating him?”

“If you’re this cool, it’s possible.”

You idiot like Kim Do-ah.

“Do you have any special plans for next week?”

“Umm… Ah. There it is! “We decided to go on that entertainment talk show!”

“Oh… Everything?”

“Okay. Ah. “You know this is a real secret, so you can never tell it anywhere, right?”

“Doah, don’t you have too much faith in me?”

And if you always say it’s a secret and tell me every little detail, is it really a secret?

Now, I felt like it would be boring if it wasn’t labeled as secret.

“Oppa. “I remember everything clearly, right?”

“What?”

“You already told me about the schedule for Leah’s merger with your teacher! That’s right, it was leaked to the community in advance, so we played a mafia game among ourselves!”

Because it was a relatively recent incident, I kept my mouth shut.

Ah. See what I say to that guy again.

“Oh… That’s right… I will never tell the teacher.”

“No one else can.”

“Someone else.”

“…Yoonje oppa or something.”

I just put it there because I can’t think of anyone.

“So you filmed an entertainment talk show? “You’re leaving now?”

“Filming next week and broadcast over the airwaves the week after that.”

…Airwave?

“Yes! “It’s a Metaverse special!”

The whole world is just a closure.

When I thought about Luca-tan appearing on TV, I felt happy but also dizzy.

“Uh… I see.”

“I guess it’s a program you know, right? “Do you know this?”

Doa takes out her cell phone and plays a video for me.

“Huh? “I know this.”

“Right! “I’m leaving this!”

No. It was a show hosted by a really famous MC, and I felt very strange when he told me he was leaving.

“It’s good to go out, but how do I proceed?”

“Ah… Of course, they won’t do it offline, but they will install a large monitor on the set where we can appear.”

It must feel like a beam projector. Then.

“I feel nervous.”

“That’s right. “I’m really nervous, but somehow my heart is pounding.”

“Hey. I succeeded. “I saw it even when there were only 50 viewers on the show.”

“I see. I can’t quite believe it either. “You’re always surprised every time your manager comes with news, right?”

“If I keep doing this, won’t I really become a star overseas?”

“I hope so. Birubodu gaja~”

What made her fantasy-like wish come true?

Their last album.

It was an album produced by the Bitdam producer team that I belong to.