Genius Archer’s Streaming - Chapter 873

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The Genius Archer’s Streaming Season 4, Episode 004
2. A Young Man’s Comic (1)
Something felt off.
My mind was hazy.
For some reason, I kept thinking about the past.
It seemed like a bad omen.
‘Ugh.’
I struggled to lift my eyelids open.
It was indeed a hospital.
Juhyeok sat beside me, staring at his phone.
I couldn’t see anyone else.
How much time had passed?
Juhyeok’s clothes were different.
“Huh?”
Sensing some movement, Juhyeok sprang to his feet.
He immediately rushed off to find a nurse.
‘What? Why didn’t he say anything?’
From my perspective, his reaction seemed a bit absurd.
But in Juhyeok’s eyes, I wasn’t truly conscious at all.
I was simply opening my eyes slightly and moving a little.
“I think he’s waking up! This time for real!”
“Ah… yes. Let me check. Guardian, please wait a moment….”
Whoosh.
The nurse pulled back the curtain.
Our eyes met.
“Oh?”
She felt my eyes following her.
“Y-you really did wake up? I’ll get the doctor right away!”
After the nurse disappeared in a flurry.
Juhyeok approached and waved his fingers.
“Can you see? Huh?”
“….”
I wanted to speak.
But my mouth wouldn’t open properly.
Fear suddenly gripped me.
‘What?’
My body wouldn’t move as I willed it.
‘This can’t be.’
This was a bad memory for me.
I instinctively tried to move my right arm first.
There was no way he could speak with his mouth completely shut.
When I fell silent, Juhyeok grew anxious and pressed me further.
“You can’t see!? Tell me. Speak!”
I could see it.
The words just wouldn’t come out.
“What about this!?”
Juhyeok waved his fingers again.
“Can you see this?”
Whoosh, whoosh.
Watching Juhyeok’s fingers, I suddenly exhaled.
“Phew…!”
Finally, my lips moved.
“Why are you waving your middle finger.”
“Yes!”
Juhyeok’s provocation worked—I’d regained my voice.
‘Was I sleep paralyzed?’
Perhaps it wasn’t the aftermath of fainting but simply sleep paralysis.
“You could see it?”
“Yeah. Ahem.”
I cleared my throat with a cough.
“How’s your body?”
“…I’m not sure.”
“You suddenly collapsed and about a day has passed.”
“…A day?”
“Yeah. You suddenly fell over.”
“….”
That’s right.
“Ah. At the awards ceremony….”
I naturally ran my hand through my hair.
It felt like there might be a bump somewhere.
I remembered suddenly stumbling on stage.
There was definitely a loud thud.
“Your head didn’t hit anything.”
“Oh. Thank goodness.”
Just then, the doctor entered.
Along with a rather sarcastic tone of voice.
“Oh~ Thank goodness?”
Great.
The attending doctor was Hana Song.
“What!?”
“Ugh.”
As she thrust her face close and pressed me, I averted my gaze.
“Didn’t I tell you not to do that?”
Still, how did I even make it to the finals only to be told to stop?
“Sigh.”
Hana Song stepped back with an expression of resignation and asked.
“But at least you won, so doesn’t that feel satisfying?”
That’s right.
I had won the international championship.
It feels like such a distant memory.
Like flipping through a dusty album, memories from that time flicker past.
From the moment I first met Chiseung to stepping onto the podium.
I smile wryly and nod.
“Yes.”
Pfft.
The doctor chuckled dryly before launching into another lecture.
“Still, you pushed yourself too hard. You experienced overload. You know how computers automatically shut down when their temperature rises? That’s what happened to your brain nerves. If you’d hit your head wrong, you could have gotten a concussion. You should thank Sarang.”
“?”
“Yes. Choi Sa-rang. She caught you when you were falling. At least your head didn’t hit anything, so you’re fine now.”
I see.
Was Choi Sa-rang really that close?
It would have been difficult to catch me from that distance.
“She suddenly rushed out and caught you. It’s almost like she knew before you even stumbled.”
Juhyeok explains further.
“She rushed out?”
“Yeah. She suddenly ran, I’m telling you. Just for a brief moment though.”
I was startled too. I didn’t know she could still move like that. Well, it was only about one or two seconds.”
I absently smooth my hair once more.
‘That was close.’
Did she know beforehand?
That I might collapse.
“Anyway. You got your championship, so rest in the capsule for a month without fail and recover your condition. No. Exceptions.”
Thud.
Hana Song struck the nearby desk to emphasize her point.
“And! Don’t even dream about going pro! If you actually do that, I’m filing a complaint with the association.”
She delivered her final words as a threat, then checked the IV line and left again.
According to the nurse, all necessary measures had already been taken, so I just needed to rest.
‘Going pro…’
I gaze up at the ceiling for a moment.
Moments from the international championship flicker past like old film.
Just yesterday, we were still competing in the finals.
Yet it feels like something from a distant past.
‘It was never supposed to happen anyway.’
I had never seriously considered going professional.
Sanghyeon repeated this to himself.

* * *
The next day.
A hiatus notice appeared on Almond’s channel.
[I’ll take a break and return soon.]
Though the hiatus had no set end date, the fans understood. They had all witnessed him collapse during the live broadcast.
There’s nothing I can do about it.
Sigh… Take good care of yourself.
-We can’t lose Almond! We can’t lose Almond!
-Health comes first…
I literally watched you collapse live back then, it was such a shock.
-You’re okay though, right?
-We can wait. We watched the entire national championship anyway.
Almond’s hiatus and the conclusion of the national championship.
Because of this, Juhyeok finally enjoyed a leisurely morning.
“Yawn.”
After waking up, he hastily prepared some coffee and bread scraps, then sat at the table.
And as always, he pulled up the news on his phone.
The portal’s news section was filled with stories about Joseon’s victory in the national championship.
It would probably stay that way for another two or three days.
[National Championship “Our Ancestors Helped Us” – How Did Joseon Become a Strong Team?]
[Joseon Better Than Japan, China, and Rome? Proven Before the World]
[National Championship Victory. Presidential Mention]
.
.
.
There were quite a few impressive articles from headline to content.
But the last article caught Juhyeok’s eye the most.
[The Sprint of a National Championship Team Straight Out of a Shonen Manga]
Could there be a more fitting description?
Even for Juhyeok, who wasn’t a player, those moments felt like something from a manga.
How much more must it have been for the players themselves?
It seemed they wouldn’t be able to escape this exhilaration for quite some time.
Living immersed in this feeling for a while longer would be wonderful.
Of course, reality wasn’t quite so forgiving.
Ding ding ding.
“Ah, yes. Hello. Evening Wide. We had you on before, yes. But Almond isn’t feeling well right now. Yes… We’ll consider it for now.”
Ding ding.
“Yes. Hello? Ah… A sunbae’s team? Of course we can do it. I… I’m not sure if you saw the news, but Almond’s health is currently… Ah, right. We did it with Lilzandi. That’s fixed now? Hmm. Well, if you can work with our schedule…”
Ding ding ding.
“Ah, yes. NuQuiz… Ah, I know. Yes. Nice to meet you. I’m not sure if you know, but Almond’s health is currently… Ah. I see. Yes, yes. If you can just match the timing…”
Ding ding.
Juhyeok’s phone rang incessantly like it was on fire.
Keywords like international championship victory, national prestige, underdog uprising, and miracles were elements coveted by all the major broadcast networks.
The only problem was that the person in question was currently hospitalized.
‘I need to hold onto all of these somehow.’
As a manager, Juhyeok had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away.
The broadcasters calling generally already knew about Almond’s condition anyway.
‘I’ll put off the top-tier ones and handle the lower-tier ones.’
He ranked the incoming program proposals by tier.
Then adjusted his approach accordingly.
“Ah, hello. Yes, that’s right. But… would other players appearing be possible?”
To the lower-tier broadcasters who were in more of a hurry, he proposed appearances by other athletes besides Almond.
Since activities under the international championship title fell within Juhyeok’s purview.
This would also count toward his management revenue anyway.
“Yes. Featuring fresh faces looks good too, doesn’t it?”
“Of course. The archer unit works too. Yes.”
“Sarang… probably won’t be possible. Yes. She won’t appear anywhere. Hee-cheol works. That’s right. The Supreme Commander. Yes.”
He skillfully called back the people who had originally phoned to recruit Almond and proposed other cast members instead.
Of course, this could be quite a difficult request…
‘Being in the dominant position sure makes things easy!’
The response was quite different from when he used to communicate with major networks before.
-Well, let us run it by our meeting. Could we possibly get Almond separately later… is that not possible?
-Ah, I see. We’re fine with it. Yes, yes.
-Hee-cheol is also under your management? We’re fine with it. Yes.
Back when he first appeared on Evening Wide, even though he was in the position of receiving offers, he felt hesitant about asking for anything.
That wasn’t the case anymore. They understood the situation well on their own.
For them, bringing Almond would be ideal, but if they could at least attach the title of the currently hot international championship, they’d break even.
So they didn’t refuse to feature other athletes either.
After finishing his calls satisfactorily, Juhyeok.
“Wow. What the…”
He checked his email for a moment.
He was startled.
“I thought it was spam.”
Broadcast proposals were extremely rare compared to advertising offers.
[Hello? This is the promotional team for the fashion brand Amumu Shinsa….]
[Hello! This is the beauty brand Nature Democratic….]
[Greetings. This is the promotional team for ‘The God of Marriage,’ the decision-maker for men in their 30s….]
.
.
.
Juhyeok’s inbox could host an advertising expo.
Some had already sent storyboards.
Some wrote desperate appeals.
Generally, you could take these with a grain of salt as fabrications.
“This is serious.”
Juhyeok stuffs bread into his mouth and thinks.
This leisurely morning would be the last.
Unlike manga, reality didn’t end with a single “The End” after victory.
“Why am I in an office drama instead of a boys’ manga… Is it because I’m a young man?”
After the boys’ story ended.
The young man Juhyeok’s story was just beginning.

* * *
A few days later.
Sanghyeon was discharged from the hospital.
“No capsule games. Really, don’t do it.”
“Yes.”
“Come to the hospital every week.”
“Yes.”
He agreed not to play capsule games for a month, but other activities and exercise were entirely possible.
Back home, Sanghyeon sat in front of his computer first thing.
‘As long as I don’t play capsule games, it’s fine.’
He’d been lying in bed all day, boredom reaching its peak.
He quickly set up a broadcast.
Even if he couldn’t do gaming streams, he could manage a communication broadcast.
“What? You’re streaming?”
“Yeah. I’ll do some casual talk about what I’ve been up to, and I need to show off the MVP I got.”
….
Watching Sanghyeon speak so casually about needing to show off as if it were just work, Juhyeok was momentarily stunned, but he nodded.
“Sure. Well… don’t overdo it with the communication broadcast. You just got discharged today.”
“Okie~”
A personal broadcast after such a long time.
As Sanghyeon touched the personal broadcast setup, he felt as though he’d returned home.
It was a warm feeling.
Ever since I watched Balloon Gum alone while drinking with Maekju, Tribby had become like home to me.
‘How many viewers will come in?’
This was my first broadcast since the national championship, so it would probably be huge.
Before the national championship, the maximum was 40,000 viewers, but after that, during major issues, it reached 70,000 or even 90,000.
‘Could it exceed 100,000?’
Since this was a broadcast after winning the championship, it was possible.
With such thoughts, I opened Tribby.
“Huh…?”
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
[Tribby Korea Service Termination Notice]

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