hotmtlnovel Chapter 117
Chapter 117
If it were the peak of high school senior year, the chances of doing something strange without a guardian around would be high.
It's the most energetic time in life, after all.
But since Lee Yeram wasn't the type to get into trouble, I wasn't overly worried.
I thought to myself, She’ll probably be fine—
‘Lee Yeram’s not the type to make reckless decisions.’
The college entrance exam was just around the corner, so she wasn’t foolish enough to do anything dumb.
With that thought in mind, I got off the plane.
Thud-thud-thud.
Maybe it was because I’d been on the plane for so long, but my body felt all stiff.
Although I had a layover in the middle, even considering that, I still felt extremely tired.
Next time, I thought, I should try to go somewhere closer for my trip. I grabbed my backpack and exited the airport.
“Alright, I’m off. I’ll contact everyone when I get home.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah.”
“Go get some rest soon.”
After saying my goodbyes, I headed home.
It was night, so maybe that’s why the neighborhood felt a little noisy. When I arrived home, I felt like something was off.
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
I quickly typed in the password for the front door and opened it—
“...Wow.”
The sight of the extremely dirty house caught my eyes.
If it had just been a little messy, I wouldn’t have said anything.
But when it was dirty to the point I could see it as soon as I walked in, I had no choice but to say something.
Not saying anything would’ve been weirder.
“Lee Yeram, stop pretending to sleep and wake up.”
I immediately woke her up, who was pretending to sleep.
A moment later,
“Hmm, what... Oppa, you’re back?”
Lee Yeram, shamelessly pretending to have just woken up.
“Yeram, if you don’t want to die, get up quickly and fold the blankets. Start cleaning.”
I wasn’t particularly a stickler for cleanliness, but this was way too much.
It was basically a pigsty.
Saying that,
“Ugh... It’s not that dirty.”
Yeram muttered as she started folding the blankets.
It seemed like she knew I was going to act like this.
Honestly, I wanted to say more, but... I decided to let it slide since she backed down so quickly and urged her on.
“Move quickly. I’m tired too.”
Personally, I wanted to lie down and sleep as soon as possible, so I was handling things quickly.
If I wasted time, I’d end up sleeping later than I wanted.
“Ugh, so annoying.”
Yeram grumbled to herself and took the blankets to the nearby laundromat.
Since we couldn’t wash blankets at home, we had been using the laundromat nearby for a while.
“If it’s too annoying, then what? Go quickly and wash it. I’ll clean the house.”
“...It’s annoying, but fine, I got it.”
“Hmm.”
After giving Yeram’s head a light tap, I began to clean the house.
Dust had piled up all over the place.
It looked like she hadn’t cleaned a single time while I was away.
‘Figured she wouldn’t clean... but she really didn’t.’
It was spam.
And it was incredibly aggressive spam.
At first, I was a little surprised, but I was able to calm down once I saw the nickname.
‘What, are they begging like they’re poor?’
Were they seriously protesting to get me to buy them a Cyberburger?
They probably had more money than I did.
I was dumbfounded as I left a comment.
ᄂKang Hoomin: If the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway
ᄂ:UncoverLondonSecret: What’s a Cyberburger?
ᄂ:UncoverLondonSecret: I haven’t made much money recently.
I left a somewhat formal reply—
ᄂKang Hoomin: Stop messing around and give us the Cyberburger, okay?
Hoomin was once again demanding a Cyberburger.
It seemed like he was really craving one.
“Hmm.”
Thinking about it, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.
Even though I needed to save money, the reason I started broadcasting in the first place was thanks to the people on the Ifrit Gallery.
‘Five should be fine, right?’
I figured five was okay.
So I made a post.
[Author: UncoverLondonSecret]
[Title: Cyberburger Giveaway]
[Content: Line up, I’ll be doing the drawing in five minutes.]
I wrote the post, left my phone out, and finished my shower.
‘How many comments will there be?’
I really hoped there wouldn’t be too many.
Wouldn’t it feel bad for the ones who didn’t win?
With that thought, I opened my phone to check the comments.
[Cyberburger Giveaway][104]
“...What is this.”
There were over a hundred comments.
There were never that many people active on the Ifrit Gallery.
It was always much fewer.
So I could reasonably guess.
‘They must have just spammed the comments.’
It was a little overwhelming.
How badly must they want a Cyberburger to go this far?
But there was nothing I could do.
‘I guess I’ll just pick.’
What else could I do?
I just had to pick.
It was too much trouble to differentiate between all the spam.
With that thought, I went to a random drawing website and selected the five winners for the Cyberburgers.
Whoosh—.
Out of the 104 commenters, only five were selected.
‘At least it looks like there’s no repeat winners.’
I thought to myself, relieved, and left the coupon numbers on the winners' profiles.
A little while later.
[Author: Kang Hoomin]
[Title: Three Cyberburgers!]
[Content: (Picture) This is it! Hahaha, you can’t cheat, there’s no rule against spamming, right?]
I could see someone without a shred of conscience.
I was dumbfounded as I left a comment.
LUncoverLondonSecret: You’ve got no conscience.