Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 327

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 2 Episode 47
17. The Pool Party (2)
If you asked most of the filming crew who they were excited to shoot today,
95 out of 100 would answer like this.
“Miho.”
“Obviously Miho.”
“Yeah. Miho.”
What about the remaining 5?
“I’m rooting for Almond! I’m a fan!”
They were individual fans who expected Almond.
In other words, from an objective standpoint, the crew naturally had no choice but to place great expectations on Miho for this shoot.
Just as everyone had high hopes for Almond during the Nantae match, the crew naturally found themselves anticipating Miho’s performance in the shoot.
“Wow… did Miho activate some kind of halo passive?”
“This is insane.”
“Even a goddess would be captivated.”
Miho, who appeared with her sapphire hair flowing, proved that the crew’s expectations were far from misplaced.
It wasn’t merely because of her external beauty—her gait, her posture while standing at attention, everything embodied the presence of a true professional model.
“Whatever we place next to her will become an advertisement.”
“If it’s Miho right now, our director might even be able to salvage that car diffuser he lost money on.”
Whatever she wore, whatever she held—it seemed like a perfect advertisement would materialize instantly.
However, Almond, who appeared next, was no less impressive.
“Wow, but what about Almond’s blonde hair?”
“He’s genuinely cool.”
“Oh… cute.”
There was none of that polished professional atmosphere, nor did he seem like he’d instantly become an advertisement.
He was undeniably an amateur when it came to filming.
Yet precisely because he was unrefined, he radiated a freshness that only the unpolished could emit.
The crisp fragrance of a spring flower just beginning to bloom.
Such a scent seemed to envelop Almond’s presence. He merely listened intently to the director’s instructions, holding a hint of nervousness.
Yet even that awkward demeanor looked as refreshing as the protagonist of a teen movie.
“Almond’s proportions are insane too.”
“What’s with those shoulders?”
“He’s not even that tall, but I thought I was short.”
Among the fairies (?) chattering away, a slightly larger fairy flew over and shouted sharply.
“What are you doing! Get to your positions!”
“Oh, yes. Understood!”
And so the pool party concept photo shoot began.

* * *
Splash. Splash.
All the Balloon Stars members were enthusiastically playing beach volleyball.
In this game, Balloon Gum was serving as the volleyball.
At first, it seemed like the ball bounced a few times and they were exchanging it well with each other.
“Ow! Almond! Pass it so I can actually receive it!”
Takoyaki, sprawled on the ground, let out a whimper.
He was on Miho’s team, which made it even harder for him.
“Why, why are you being so serious about this, hyung!”
Strawberry Shooter, who was on the same team as me, also panicked and tried to stop me.
They had no idea.
I was simply working hard because I thought the Director would view me favorably if I just did my best.
Miho didn’t lose her concept even in this chaos, giggling as she received the ball.
“Ahahaha! Oh, oppa, take it easy! Kyahahaha!”
She even remembered to say things that seemed to be holding me back in the middle.
After all, the audio wouldn’t be recorded anyway.
But it seemed that sound didn’t reach my ears either. The incredible spikes continued relentlessly.
Boom!
Whoosh!

* * *
“Wow… what, what is that.”
After filming for a while, Hong-cha paused to catch her breath and stared blankly at the opposite side.
“Wow… right? Unnie. Almond’s abs are… what.”
“Oh, no. That’s not it. Why is he so good at volleyball?”
With a sound almost like gunfire, Balloon Gum was being shot through the air, and other streamers gathered around.
“Is that… Gum hyung?”
He came out wearing a tube—it was Danmuji.
Among his skins, only the Explosion Maniac had a swimming pool party, so he was cosplaying in the “Fashion Explosion Maniac of the Swimming Pool” skin.
“Pfft! Hey. What’s that you’re wearing?”
“Wow. Danmuji. Your fashion is killing it! Isn’t this a Tom Brownie swimsuit!?”
Hong-cha and Lemon each made a comment seeing his outfit.
“This is originally the concept.”
Danmuji spoke confidently, but averted his gaze while lowering his goggles. Even those goggles gleamed with luxury brand logos.
“So even covering everything in luxury brands doesn’t fix some things.”
“Exactly. It’s practically developing-nation fashion.”
Hong-cha giggled, alternating her gaze between me and him.
“No. That’s why. This is the concept, I’m telling you? Unnie?”
Danmuji repeated the same thing in succession, but Hong-cha and Lemon didn’t listen at all.
“Unnie. But I think Almond’s outfit looks better.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
Danmuji glanced at me once, then objected in exasperation.
“No. He barely wears any clothes at all!?”
But he was ignored nonetheless.
He gave up and simply dove underwater with his goggles on, disappearing from sight.
Yet even that escaped Hong-cha’s notice.
She merely turned to Lemon and made this vow.
“Lemon. Let’s do this properly. That photo book is mine!”
“Hyah!”
The two of them psyched themselves up to win the photo book and returned to their respective shooting locations.

* * *
After all the shooting wrapped up.
The chief director called everyone together.
It wasn’t visible at our first gathering, but even though it was composed mainly of teams that had advanced to the finals in the Nantae tournament, there were quite a few people present.
“Well. Everyone has worked hard.”
When the director began clapping, everyone followed suit with applause and cheers.
“The world’s gotten better these days, so the shooting wrapped up quickly. If this quality of shoot had happened back then, we would’ve had to scout locations, charter planes, and it would’ve been a whole mess.”
As the director started reminiscing, one of the staff members poked him in the ribs.
“Ah, oh my. Ahem. Well then, let’s take some time to review and evaluate the cuts you all worked hard to film. This evaluation scene will also be used as content. Please keep that in mind.”
It seemed this evaluation scene would be broadcast as well.
“The shooting directors here will each say a few words.”
The director returned to his seat, and a woman popped out from behind, adding:
“Ah! Everyone! The team selected as first place will receive a physique photo book! You know that, right?”
“Yes~”
The streamers answered in unison, like students on a school trip.
“Please feel free to sit and watch along the beach!”
The large seashells placed along the beach turned out to be sofas.
I took a seat on a green-glowing seashell.
“Oh. Sir.”
An unfamiliar voice came from beside me.
“We meet again.”
“Ah. Gichan.”
It was Mosol.
It was our first time seeing each other since we’d met at the after-party gathering and had drinks together.
But only I could see him.
“Ah. Your eyes….”
Mosol couldn’t see.
His eyes were completely wrapped up.
“Ah. That’s a monk concept.”
“Ah….”
I understand it’s a concept, but what’s the point of keeping my eyes covered this whole time?
“How did you know it was me?”
Mosol answered in a lowered voice.
“Through ‘aura,’ of course.”
Mosol even assumed the combat stance of a Monk.
His expression looked quite serious.
“Expand your senses.”
He even recites the Monk’s dialogue.
“Ah… right.”
Almond answered that way and turned his eyes back to the screen.
“The first team is Red Carpets!”
Photos of Red Carpets, which Hong-cha and Lemon belonged to, appeared on the screen.
“Wow, Lemon is cute.”
“The water gun fight looks fun.”
“That’s hilarious.”
Red Carpets’ concept was a water gun fight.
As befitted a team centered around ADCs, the concept seemed to be chosen accordingly.
Hong-cha consistently shot water guns at her teammates with an angry expression.
Lemon rode on top of her head and pestered her.
“Hong-cha’s fiery personality comes through well. And Lemon’s expression is absolutely perfect.”
“I agree. She really looks like a mischievous brat who’d annoy people.”
Laughter passed through at the Directors’ playful remarks.
Then they moved on to the next team’s photos.
“Next! Green Tea Bagging!”
Green Tea Bagging’s concept was hitting and taking hits while wearing gloves.
“We expressed our team’s fractured teamwork!”
Greentea raised her hand confidently and shouted.
A burst of laughter passed through at those words.
“Huh, ahahaha!”
“Pickle got hit again?!”
“Even though Pickle is getting hit, Greentea looks like she’s the one in pain.”
From the previous Nant match.
There had already been a broadcast clip that became a hot topic of Greentea beating Pickle to death, and this concept seemed to be taken from there.
Especially Pickle’s remark, “It’s not a mistake, it must be a Bandit,” is a famous quote still circulated to this day.
“Punchline King Pickle….”
“That’s hilarious.”
“Why are the gloves so cute!”
The concept of hand-to-hand combat in water seemed fun, and the reaction was good.
It was definitely fresher than Red Carpets’ water gun fight.
“Playing glove combat on water is quite entertaining.”
“Pickle’s striking power feels excellent. I’d like to participate as well.”
“You expressed very well how teamwork fell apart and ruined the results.”
After the directors’ brief evaluations.
The screen transitions to the next team.
“Wow~”
“Wow…”
“That’s insane.”
This team, greeted by Miho’s radiant smile from the very first frame, was the Balloon Stars.
Hong-cha already had Greentea in a headlock, and Mosol stood up abruptly as if to better feel the “wave.”
Following that, a photo of Strawberry Shooter’s incredible spike appeared.
The audience let out a sigh of relief for some reason.
“Oh, she didn’t wear anything strange…”
“I was about to watch this in constant tension.”
It was relief that Strawberry Shooter was wearing normal clothes.
Next came a photo of Almond.
On the splashing water, he receives the ball with a serious expression.
“Pfft, why so serious?!”
“What’s with that expression!”
Hahahaha.
The men laughed at his unnecessarily grave demeanor, while the women simply stood slack-jawed.
“Wow…”
Even Hong-cha released the headlock and lost focus.
“I’d buy that if merchandise comes out.”
Certainly, at the start of filming, he had said he would win the championship.
Meanwhile, the photos continued to pass by, and the directors’ evaluations followed.
“First of all, Almond and Miho have model-level visuals. The screen really pops.”
“You can definitely see how important models are in filming. But I wonder if the concept could have been more entertaining…”
“The visuals are truly spectacular. I also find it a shame the concept was just simple beach volleyball. Something more playful would have been…”
“Hmm? But Balloon Gum barely has any screen time?”
One of the directors judging tilt their head in puzzlement.
“That’s true.”
All the directors look at each other, thinking “now that you mention it, that’s right.” Their expressions aren’t particularly pleased.
One person’s screen time is far too low. This means the shoot cannot fulfill its role as a team photoshoot.
But then…
“Oh!”
Someone raises their hand enthusiastically.
“That’s Balloon Gum!??”
The beach volleyball bouncing back and forth energetically.
That had been Balloon Gum.
“…?”
The directors stared blankly for a moment, then burst into laughter without anyone leading the way.
“Wait, so you’ve been getting hit by Balloon Gum this whole time?!”
“This is hilarious.”
“I mean, even if it’s Iron Ball.”
Puhahahaha.
Laughter rippled through the audience seats.
“Ah. This is fun.”
The directors changed their earlier assessment.
“Shall we see the next one?
Finally, a dark horse team emerged.
“Now, Team Soloizebaek.”
The team Mosol belonged to. It was Soloizebaek.
They had brought a concept more audacious than any other team.
“What, what is that?”
“An execution?!”
What first captured everyone’s attention was Mosol.
Mosol hung from a cross with a solemn expression.
By his demeanor, he looked like he was about to be burned at the stake, but below him was a splashing ocean.
And all his teammates were shooting water balloons and water guns at him.
Mosol maintained an anguished expression, while his teammates looked absolutely thrilled.
“What… what’s the concept?”
When one of the directors asked in confusion, Nogari, the Jungler of Mosol’s team, answered as if he’d been waiting for the question.
“The sacrifice of the noble Mosol.”
“Our team is one that Mosol carries. We’re expressing that.”
Everyone burst out laughing at what Soju added from the side.
“Plus, Mosol has a somewhat… sacred image, doesn’t he?”
“Right. A man of chastity. Sacred.”
“Yes. We’re expressing that. A noble boy fighting against the temptations of the world!”
The directors openly convulsed with laughter.
With this, the photo viewing of all teams came to an end.
“Well. That was great. You all had excellent ideas. Each team had someone who made a sacrifice. Balloon Gum and Mosol….”
The directors stood up from their seats, wrapping up their remarks.
Now they had to decide which team’s merchandise to produce.
“After a brief discussion. We’ll announce the results.”

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