[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 306

【Dashing past, dashing past, dashing past again!!】

【Victory─! Han Ga-eul wins!!】

As Han Ga-eul swiftly overtakes the three leading runners and crosses the finish line, thunderous cheers erupt.

(Whoa!!)

(Our young lady is amazing!!)

【Ah!!! Han Ga-eul, you were too fast!】

【Indeed! What on earth just happened!】

The excited voices of the commentators burst out.

【There was a reason Han Ga-eul seemed so relaxed】

【Confidence, it’s confidence】

【Ah, that’s right. Her standing start from an unstable position was very impressive】

(Han Ga-eul! Han Ga-eul! Han Ga-eul!)

【The cheers are so intense!】

【Shall we interview Han Ga-eul’s cheering squad?】

Following the commentator’s words, the host moves to the cheering section with a cameraman in tow.

“Hello, Han Ga-eul just showed us an amazing comeback victory.”

─Whoa!!

The cheering squad waves placards with supportive messages.

From middle-aged folks who seem to have just come from work, still wearing aprons, to young people with very short hair sitting upright.

And finally, some rather intimidating-looking individuals who you can’t help but avoid eye contact with.

The people sitting in Han Ga-eul’s cheering section were very diverse.

“What do you think is Han Ga-eul’s best trait?”

“Our young lady doesn’t discriminate against anyone!”

【What a wonderful answer】

【It’s a heartwarming sight. If you don’t cherish your fans, you rarely see scenes like this】

“Then, does Han Ga-eul have any weaknesses?”

“Hmm… our young lady doesn’t discriminate against anyone.”

As a merchant responds to the host’s question, others nod in agreement.

“I, I see…”

[LOL the market shop owners know what’s up]

[This is hilarious LOL]

The screen switches again, capturing Han Ga-eul laughing and chatting with Lim Yoo-joon.

【Wow】

[Kya]

[Our Han boss is working hard as usual today]

[She’s seriously stunning]

[Is there a fan cafe for her?]

[LOL you know what’s good]

[Let’s keep it classy, shall we?]

[The room master is ours]

***

During the break while setting up for the next match.

“Having fun?”

“Excited!”

“Peep!”

As Baekseol wiggles her body, Danpung also wags his tail.

While chatting with the two, Lim Yoo-joon slowly approaches.

“Did the little girl come?”

“Nope.”

He seems to have something to say, repeatedly parting and closing his lips.

“Uh… you looked cool.”

“Huh? Oh, thanks.”

Although not entirely interested, from what I’ve heard, Lim Yoo-joon is the epitome of perfection.

His personal life is spotless, his behavior is impeccable, and he has a warm appearance and excellent singing skills.

It seems he thought he was a burden to the team because he couldn’t keep up in sports.

“Don’t be so down.”

“About what?”

“You’re good at juggling, aren’t you?”

Finally, Lim Yoo-joon chuckles and relaxes his stiff face.

“Oh my, what a world. Even Lim Yoo-joon has things he can’t do.”

“Should’ve added a few more balls at the market festival.”

“Haha.”

“Peep!”

As we laugh at Lim Yoo-joon’s words, Danpung tilts his head while looking ahead.

“Did you greet Baekseol back then?”

“I did.”

Lim Yoo-joon’s gaze turns to Danpung.

“This friend here is Danpung.”

“Awesome!”

*Boing boing.*

Maple, as if confirming her name, taps my shoulder with her tail.

“Nice to meet you, Maple.”

“Beep-beep, awesome!”

“She says she’s happy to meet you too.”

“Haha!”

Lim Yoo-joon suddenly bursts into laughter.

“Why?”

“No, seriously, are you a druid?”

“If you make friends, you’ll understand everything.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

While introducing Maple to Lim Yoo-joon, people start swarming in like crazy.

Even the host thinks it’s interview time and approaches with the cameraman.

“Oh, are we live right now?”

“Yes, we are.”

The host naturally extends the microphone.

I pull out my phone and check the broadcast—chat is still buzzing like crazy.

“Hey guys, can you see me?”

[Room Master: Hi lol]

[This isn’t a personal stream, lol]

“Oh, right. Everyone, can you see me clearly?”

I wave at the camera, and the chat explodes at lightning speed.

I’ve never seen this level of energy, even in personal streams.

[Yes, we can see you!]

[Your eyes are so pretty!]

[Lol, get lost, this is our turf]

“Wow, such nice words.”

[You’re losing]

“Let’s go check it out.”

[Random keyboard smashing~]

[LOLOLOL]

While reading the viewers’ chats, someone cautiously approaches.

“Uh, hi there.”

“Who are you?”

“Huh? I’m on the same team…”

“Oh.”

It’s the girl who ran as the second runner.

I had mentally erased her because she kept avoiding eye contact since we first met.

“I’m Jang Yul-hee from D.D.”

The girl introduces herself with a polite bow.

“I’m Han Ga-eul. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah! Yes!”

“But what does D.D. stand for?”

“It’s short for Candy Melody! That’s what fans call us.”

She brightens up and steps closer, closing the distance like she wasn’t shy at all.

“Your skin is so nice!”

“Uh… is it?”

“Yes! It’s so smooth. Do you use a booster?”

“Booster? Like an XP booster?”

The only booster I know is the XP booster from games.

[LOLOLOLOLOLOL]

[Ga-eul, what are you even talking about?]

“Haha. You must like games, huh?”

“Yup.”

I’m not sure when or how the conversation got this close.

“I have to wear heavy makeup because of the lighting, so my skin got worse. What oil do you use?”

“Oil? Like cooking oil?”

[T_T]

[T_T_T]

The only oil I know is cooking oil.

“Wow… your lips are so pretty. Did you put on lip lacquer?”

“Lacquer is cellulose paint; you can’t put that on your lips. My lips are naturally this color, so I didn’t put anything on them.”

[T_T_T_T_T]

[T_T]

I glance at my phone, and the chat is flooded with crying emojis.

“Hey, did someone die? Stop crying.”

[When Han Ga-eul was born, she told her mom, “Don’t cry.”]

[LOLOLOLOLOLOL]

[She’s just a goddess…]

Meanwhile, she keeps leaning in, getting so close our noses might touch.

*Boing!*

“Ah! Sorry. The scent was so nice, I couldn’t help it…”

Maple’s tail taps the cheek of the girl who introduced herself as Jang Yul-hee, and she jumps back in surprise.

“Awesome!”

“Why, Maple?”

“Beep-beep! Beep!”

Thump-thump!

Maple wags its tail and taps my cheek with its front paws.

“Got it.”

“Beep!”

As I stroke Maple, it slumps down.

People who had been keeping their distance slowly approach, seeing this scene.

“Hey, can we say hi to Baekseol and Maple too?”

People divided into four teams—yellow, green, blue, and red clothes—all gather around.

“Sure.”

As I reach out to someone who has approached, Baekseol and Maple scurry over.

“Wow, wow…! A rabbit and a squirrel are on my hand.”

The woman holding Baekseol and Maple carefully turns her body toward the camera without moving her arms.

“So cute…”

“Yeah!”

“Beep!”

Wherever they go, these two steal the spotlight like popular celebrities.

Being a sociable rabbit, there doesn’t seem to be any discomfort. The only concern was Maple, but it seems to be fine too.

“Girls talking, so thrilling.”

[LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL]

[Phew, that was close.]

Meanwhile, a staff member wearing a hat approaches.

“Hello.”

“Yep, hello.”

I bow my head slightly in greeting, and they smile warmly.

“Is this your first time participating, Ga-eul?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

[Oh my, Hwa-sang, answer properly LOL]

[LOL LOL the room master is cute]

The staff opens a large bag they’re carrying and pulls out a measuring tape.

“You don’t know your archery draw length, right?”

“No, what’s that?”

“Since everyone’s body structure is different, the length of the arrows and the tension when drawing vary. That’s why we need to measure it.”

“Ah, I see.”

“We’ll measure it in various ways to find the most suitable draw length for you.”

“Oho. Please take good care of me.”

They exude an expert vibe, as if they’ve been working in this field for a long time.

“Let’s measure your wingspan first. Please stretch your arms out to the sides.”

“Sure.”

The staff approaches with the measuring tape and measures from fingertip to fingertip.

“164 cm. Usually, wingspan is similar to your height. How tall are you?”

“My height? What is it?”

“Huh?”

“Uh… I’ve never really measured it.”

[LOL LOL LOL LOL]

[Last time I saw, you were short.]

[Room master is short?]

[I went when they were doing bread volunteering, but the proportions were so good it didn’t feel short.]

[Legs are long and slender.]

The staff, tilting their head, stretches the measuring tape again.

“Please step lightly on the end of the measuring tape.”

“Sure.”

The staff pulls the tape up and gently presses my head with their palm.

“Hmm, it’s not exact because of the tape, but it’s about 162 cm.”

“Oh, I see. Thank you.”

[LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL]

[On screen, you seem around mid-160s, but your proportions must be really good.]

[Hobbit vibes.]

“Snap.”

[Look at the aftermath LOL LOL LOL]

The staff pulls out a large bow from the bag.

Then, they attach a square piece of paper to an arrow and hand it to me.

“Can you pull this all the way back?”

“Sure.”

As I draw the bowstring and arrow, the paper on the arrow gets caught on the handle and pushes back.

[You’ve never shot before? Your posture is good.]

[Seriously good.]

“Done.”

The staff takes the paper from the arrow and the back part of the arrow.

After measuring the length, he nods his head.

“Length isn’t something that’s precise down to the millimeter, you know. This much is enough, and if you plan to do more as a hobby, you can adjust it little by little.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The staff member notes down the measurements they just took on their mobile phone.

“But the string is too flimsy.”

“Flimsy?”

“Yes. I wish the tension was stronger. Maybe four or five times more?”

“The recurve bow you just pulled was about 20 pounds. Since it’s a show with celebrities, the target is only about 15 meters away, so the tension is low. And if it were four times stronger, even adult men would struggle.”

“Pounds…?”

“Gasp…!”

The staff member, making eye contact, quickly steps back.

[LOL]

[Disgust mode ON]

[This girl just flashed her eyes, I saw it]

“Why, why, why are you…?”

“From now on, please express it in kilograms or newtons.”

“Uh… well, yes. Got it.”

***

【We’ve reached the dreaded 2 meters and 70 centimeters. It’s taller than one floor of an apartment building.】

【Just getting this far is amazing!】

【True. What’s even more amazing is that the next runner is Han Ga-eul.】

The broadcast screen captures a girl with shiny peach-colored hair.

“Let’s play!”

“Baekseol, do you want to try the vault?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, let’s go, Pposiraegi!”

The small white rabbit on Han Ga-eul’s head jumps down and starts running toward the vault.

Clip-clop.

【Ah, what’s this? Baekseol suddenly starts running.】

The cameraman, who had been focusing on Han Ga-eul, quickly moves to capture the rabbit.

【She’s running, Baekseol!】

【So brave!】

[LOL, so cute]

[She’s faster than Lim Yoo-joon]

Countless viewers’ eyes are drawn to the rabbit running with its short legs.

【Ahhh! She jumped!!】

The rabbit, taking a running start, easily lands on the vault.

At the same time, applause starts to echo.

─Clap clap clap clap!

“Exciting!”

***

───

[Random gibberish]

Today, the room master is working hard.

[Breathing exercises in progress]

[User]: Hard work, thumbs up

ㄴ[User]: It’s fine

[User]: Saving the ozone layer, thumbs up

ㄴ[User]: It’s fine

[User]: Why is our room master so busy?

ㄴ[User]: LOL, for real

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