Gender Swap: The Introvert's Broadcast-Chapter 97: Sweating with my sister’s friend
It wasn’t rare for Rije to drop by the stream, but this was the first time she entered with such high praise.
Even during our one-on-one match before, I don’t recall being complimented to this extent.
However, I fought the urge to let my lips curl into a smile and responded in a deliberately indifferent tone.
“I’ve always been good, haven’t I?”
I could say it with confidence.
After all, I wasn’t just any average laner—I had beaten Rije herself.
That alone gave me every reason to speak with confidence.
[Hmm]
[🗡️OmnipotentCthulhu: I'll admit it for this round.]
[You really did play well this time.]
[Try to keep it up next round, hmm?]
[Just seven more wins to hit Challenger now.]
[Kang Hoomin: Gwen’s kind of boring to watch.]
[Kang Hoomin: Do Yone next round.]
[He begged for Gwen and now wants Yone, LOL.]
With that, I started preparing to end the stream.
I was reaching my physical limit.
Ever since I came to this gender-swapped world, I felt like my stamina had dropped.
‘Maybe it’s because I don’t exercise enough.’
Not that I was ever big on working out before.
With that thought, I opened my mouth to speak.
“Well, we saw Rije, so that’s it for today’s stream.”
I made the announcement simply.
There was no need to drag it out.
When I decide to end the stream, there’s nothing the viewers can do about it anyway.
[🗡️OmnipotentCthulhu:?]
[Why are you leaving already?]
[Get Challenger before you go! Get Challenger! Get Challenger! Get Challenger! Get Challenger!]
[Leaving without hitting Challenger... sigh.]
[Kang Hoomin: Okay, okay. Rest up.]
[Hwanhee: You’ve streamed long enough for today.]
To my surprise, there wasn’t much pushback.
They must be used to seeing streams end like this on FTube.
Grateful for that, I wrapped up the stream.
[The stream has ended!]
As the notification popped up, the chat window in the corner disappeared.
“Ugh...”
My body felt incredibly heavy.
Was it because I’d been streaming so intensely lately?
To keep this up, I’d need to build some stamina.
At this rate, I might collapse mid-stream.
“Hm.”
As I pondered what to do, an idea came to mind.
Exercise.
‘It’ll improve my health and build some muscle—sounds good to me.’
Personally, it seemed like a great idea.
My body was fine as it was, but getting healthier couldn’t hurt.
And I definitely needed more stamina.
Resolving to act on it, I drifted off to sleep.
Screech—
I woke to the sound of construction outside.
Carefully, I lifted my eyelids and checked the time.
[1:32 PM]
A perfect time to get things done.
Since I was already up, I decided to check out a nearby gym.
I wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about fitness, but it seemed better to see the equipment firsthand.
I threw on some matching clothes and headed to the closest gym.
“It’s so close.”
Even if the facilities weren’t great, I’d still register since it was nearby.
The further the gym, the less likely I’d want to go.
Closer was definitely better.
Creak—
With that thought, I opened the gym door.
“Welcome! How can I help you today?”
A woman with an impressively fit physique greeted me.
Her muscular build suggested she was a trainer.
I politely greeted her back.
“I’d like to sign up. Can I get some information?”
“Of course! Please have a seat here.”
“Thank you.”
The trainer promptly guided me to a seat upon hearing I was a potential customer.
As I sat and let my mind wander, she quickly printed out the gym’s information and handed it to me.
“Do you offer personal training?”
“No.”
There was no way I’d pay for personal training.
Not because I was worried about weird advances from women or anything like that.
I just... couldn’t afford it.
Honestly, even signing up for the gym was a significant expense.
I was doing it purely for the sake of improving my stamina.
“So, would you like to sign up for three months, six months, or a year?”
“Three months, please.”
Signing up for a year might lead to procrastination, so it was better to start short-term.
After quickly completing the registration, I changed into workout clothes.
‘Might as well test the facilities while I’m here.’
Cracking my stiff joints, I approached a simple piece of equipment—a treadmill.
It seemed easy enough; all I had to do was run.
Just as I was about to step on it—
“Hm? Jihoo oppa?”
Someone called out to me.
Wait, that wasn’t Yeram’s voice.
Who would call me by that name around here?
I turned toward the voice—
“...Who are you?”
It was a woman I didn’t recognize at all.
I’d never seen her in my life.
Was she someone I drunkenly spoke to?
As my mind spun with confusion, the woman spoke with a tone of mild disappointment.
“Oppa, we met at the café with Yeram, remember? That’s kind of hurtful...”
“Oh.”
I racked my brain and finally recalled.
She was the café worker who seemed closest to Yeram.
To meet her here of all places...
Her name was—
“Damini, long time no see! Sorry for not recognizing you.”
“It’s Dabini, not Damini.”
“Oh.”
I wanted to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment.
Not remembering the face—or even the name—of my little sister’s friend...
It was a failure of basic human decency.
“...I’m really sorry. I’m terrible with names.”
“It’s fine. I’m not exactly memorable.”
“I don’t think that’s true at all.”
“Then promise to remember me next time?”
“Of course.”
I decided I’d greet her first next time.
Still, I had a question.
“Dabin, why are you at the gym? Don’t you have school today?”
“...It’s the weekend.”
“...Living with no distinction between weekdays and weekends has confused me. Sorry.”
“No worries. By the way, oppa, what brings you here?”
“Working out. I feel like my stamina’s been low lately.”
Though I’d considered exercising before, I’d never actually gone to a gym until now.
Maybe the recent drop in stamina pushed me over the edge.
“Did you sign up for personal training?”
“No, I didn’t feel the need.”
There was no way I’d admit it was because I couldn’t afford it.
I didn’t want Yeram to be treated like she came from a poor family.
While I mulled over these thoughts, Dabin made an offer.
“Want me to show you some exercises? I’ve been into fitness for a while and can teach you.”
She flexed her muscles as she spoke.
Her build wasn’t overly muscular but toned enough to look strong and healthy.
‘...No reason to say no.’
There was no reason to decline.
It wasn’t like Yeram’s friend had any ulterior motives.
“Sure, let’s set a schedule. I can’t come every day.”
“Got it.”
With that, we exchanged contact information.
A moment later—
“Alright, I’ll start with the basics.”
And so, my PT began.
A week passed since I started training with Dabin.
There were noticeable changes.
For one, I felt healthier overall.
Though the first few days were excruciating, now I could sense my stamina improving.
‘Am I imagining it?’
Maybe, but the important thing was that I felt stronger.
Feeling grateful, I sent Dabin a message.
[Me: Dabin.]
[Dabin: Yes?]
[Me: My stamina has really improved.]
[Me: I think I can push harder next time.]
[Dabin: Hmm...]
[Dabin: Let’s see tomorrow.]
[Dabin: Let’s work up a sweat tomorrow evening.]
[Me: Got it. See you then.]
With that, I closed the chat and checked my rank.
[Grandmaster 765 LP]
765 points.
Only 35 points away from Challenger.
After a rollercoaster of winning and losing streaks, I’d finally reached this point.
Two more wins, and I’d hit Challenger.
“Phew... This is nerve-wracking.”
And those two games would be played on stream.
Feeling the nerves settle in, I cautiously started my broadcast.
[The stream has started!]
Shortly after, Yeram called out to me.
“Oppa, can I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to buy a textbook.”
“Sure.”
I handed her my phone, unlocking it without hesitation.
I never skimp on textbooks—it’s not worth compromising education for money.
With that thought, I turned on the mic.
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“Alright, let’s hit Challenger.”
It was finally time.
Time to strip Kang Hoomin of his smugness.
Excitement building, I queued for the next match.
