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“Aigoo… I’m dying…”
Bang Jin-Hun sagged into the couch.
‘Why the hell was that so tiring?’
Even if live streaming took a lot out of the streamer, Bang Jin-Hun was a martial artist. Even non-martial artists could record nonstop for twenty-four hours straight, so it made no sense for Bang Jin-Hun to feel this exhausted.
‘At least, that’s what logic says, but…’
It felt like he had just finished a three-days-long intense training session. His body felt heavier than a ton of lead.
“T-Tae-Hun… How about a cup of… coffee…”
Bang Jin-Hun scanned his office to look for his disciple, only to clamp his mouth shut. He could see Cheon Tae-Hun sagging on the office’s desk.
‘Am I looking at a squid or a person?’
Cheon Tae-Hun sagging lifelessly like that reminded Bang Jin-Hun of a freshly killed squid on display. However, if Cheon Tae-Hun was left alone for a little bit longer, he might really switch his species to an actual octopus!
“Kkeuh-euuuh…”
Cheon Tae-Hun pushed himself off the desk like a stiff zombie. His joints noisily creaked to protest against the attempts to move his body.
“D-did you say… coffee, master?”
“No, don't worry about it, man,” Bang Jin-Hun muttered, then shook his head to dissuade his disciple. Even he had some semblance of morals left. Ordering a kid who was practically half-dead to brew some coffee seemed like a cruel joke. “Forget about coffee and come sit over here.”
Cheon Tae-Hun dragged his unmoving feet toward the couches and plopped down on one.
Bang Jin-Hun watched his disciple sag into the cushion, then sighed loudly. “Okay, so… We don’t have to do another livestream for a while, right?”
“Yes, sir,” said Cheon Tae-Hun. However, he decided to omit the follow-up sentence.
‘...As long as we don’t have to offer...
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