Cheat day

Menu development

I found the gym.

I’m so sleepy and tired that I don’t even know how I got here.

What is it? Why does your face look like a rag?

Cha Ji-chan looked at me and his eyes widened.

“What does it mean to be a burden to someone?”

“That’s right.” Rug.

I was torn between whether to get angry or not, but I didn’t have the energy for either, so I headed to the cabinet room.

“Is something wrong?”

“Don’t even mention it.” I’m dead tired.

Cha Ji-chan looked me over and then patted my back.

“Ow!”

“It doesn’t seem like he’s just being dramatic.” “Go inside and rest today.”

“You have to do what you have to do.”

“There’s no health without rest.” Exercising in this condition is harmful. You’re trying to be healthy, right?

I didn’t even have the strength to put my clothes back on, so I stood there blankly, leaning against the cabinet, and Cha Ji-chan stroked my chin.

“Go lie down over there.”

“Why?”

“I’ll touch you.”

“Uh?”

I came to my senses.

Hastily covering himself, Cha Ji-chan made a face as best he could.

“This guy is always causing trouble whenever he gets the chance.” He said he would give me a massage.

“Enough.” What about massages?

“Lie down.”

Since Chajichan spread out the towel for me, I pretended to give in and lay down.

I started pressing firmly on the middle of the boundary where the hair begins.

“This is Sinjeonghyeol.” Good for eye fatigue. “Touch me sometimes.”

“Ugh.”

The strength is so intense that it feels like my forehead is getting squished.

For a while, Chajichan, who had been applying pressure, began to press firmly in the middle of the line connecting the ends of both ears.

“This is Baihui point.” Good for headaches.

It hurts! “It hurts!”

“Because it hurts, it hurts.”

“What are you talking about!” 아악! Broken! “It’s going to break!”

Pressing the Sinjeong point and the Baekho point simultaneously made my head feel like it was shattering, but at some point, it felt like my mind was clearing up.

“Uh?”

See? It’ll be okay.

“Isn’t it that by hurting here, you prevented pain elsewhere?”

“Stop talking nonsense and take a deep breath.”

This time, I touched the back of my ear.

“Down here.” Isn’t it too stiff?

“Only the person touching it knows if it’s hard or soft; how would I know?”

“This is cervical vertebra 1.” The reason I can turn my neck is thanks to him, so I don’t have a disc.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just don’t know.” Anyway, since there’s no disk, it only works with the ligament. So, fatigue builds up easily.

Cha Ji-chan slowly rubbed the area known as the first cervical vertebra.

Ah. Ah!

“I didn’t put any effort into it.”

“It feels like they’re trying to rip my head off.”

“Don’t you trust me at all?”

If I said that, it seemed like they would break my neck, so I stayed quiet.

“Being sick means your body is that much worse off.” “Go to the hospital tomorrow and start with physical therapy.”

Cha Ji-chan moved his hand position slightly back.

“There’s a skull here.”

“Yeah.”

If you go a little lower, you can feel something like a tendon. Here.

It hurts. Don’t do it.

“I didn’t put any strength into it, dude.”

“I thought you might give it to me, so I mentioned it in advance.”

“This is the sternocleidomastoid muscle.” The reason people like us who spend a lot of time on the computer develop turtle necks is because of this muscle. “Usually, just touch it gently to release it.”

“Wow.”

This takes effect immediately.

I feel like my head is getting clearer, but Chajichan is pinching the sternocleidomastoid muscle little by little.

It slowly descends from under the chin to the collarbone, and it feels like the neck tendons are about to tear.

“Ugh.”

“Don’t put in so much effort.”

“Don’t you dare try to act tough.” “Aah!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

“Are you laughing?” Did you laugh?

“You’re funny, that’s why.” “Stay still.”

“Don’t lie.” You’re bothering me right now. Right.

“This guy always bullies me.” “Do you think there’s anyone else who thinks about you as much as I do?”

“My mom.”

“…….”

“Ah!”

Chajichan’s hand tightened.

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I woke up feeling refreshed for the first time in a while, wondering if the massage I received from Cha Ji-chan was effective.

“Let’s see.”

Today’s schedule has two items.

Hana decided to research lunchbox menus with Ju Ji-seung in the afternoon, and the two have an evening broadcast.

Originally, it was a day for discussing baekban and talking about food together, but since the baekban discussion became so popular, we stopped talking about food.

There are stories I definitely want to cover someday, so I’m just collecting materials for now.

First, I have things to do, so I should pause that for a moment.

Rest is important.

It was a bit shocking to fall asleep during yesterday’s broadcast.

After having a diabetes-friendly breakfast and taking a 30-minute walk, I sprawled out and watched YouTube as much as I could.

Before I knew it, time had flown by, and it was lunchtime.

I sent a text message to Muk Eun-ji saying I was going to Bucheon and then headed to the Banyasikgyeong studio.

“Isn’t he the diabetes uncle?”

While waiting for the subway, two boys who looked like middle school students were watching me and asked.

Goodness.

I always knew that one day I would meet my subscribers, but I never thought it would be today.

That’s right. “Shall I sign it for you?”

“No.”

“……Can’t you accept it?”

“Then please do it.”

I wonder if this is right.

The student wrote “side dish store” on the back of the notebook they took out. In the meantime, one guy said he wouldn’t accept it until the end.

“What is your name?”

“Why?”

“Why?” I don’t intend to write it down.

“It’s okay.” I’m going to sell this on Danggeun, so it won’t sell if I write my name.

“……Huh?”

That’s right. Mister, please let me do it too.

“Hey, why are you copying me?”

“뭐! How about it!

“Hey, did you guys subscribe to me?”

“Yes.”

I don’t know. I came because this kid said they know you.

“This guy is hilarious.”

It’s nice that you think it’s funny, but something about the way it’s expressed bothers me.

What’s your nickname? Take out your phone.

“Me?” 71 pigs.

“What?”

The guy logged into YouTube and showed that he subscribed to my channel.

I get that you subscribed, but the nickname is shocking.

I thought he was born in 1971 and was calling him “hyungnim” on the show, but I never imagined he was a kid under 17.

“Why is your ID like this?”

“If you write it like this, people will call you ‘brother’.”

“What?”

“You did the same thing, didn’t you?”

I’m at a loss for words.

I never lost to anyone in a conversation, but to think it would happen in front of a middle schooler.

“It’s me, Park Jae-min.”

“But?”

Name. Please write it down quickly.

“Not giving it.” You said you would take it and sell it.”

I tore the signed page, crumpled it, and then returned the notebook and pen.

Ah. It’s a joke. Please write it down quickly.

“Why should I trust you?”

“I sent a 5,000 won super chat last month.”

“Then I have to do it.”

I took the notebook back and wrote my name on it.

“Oh, it’s not Jammin, it’s Jaemin.”

“No.” You’re a brat.

The guy who was with us is snickering at Jae-min. In the end, I wrote the name down again.

“Excuse me, but where are you going?”

“You don’t have to know.”

“Can we follow you?”

No. Go home.

“I guess I have nowhere to go.”

“Doesn’t it seem like that?”

I can hear everything they’re saying, but they don’t seem to care and just giggle among themselves.

“Why doesn’t the uncle YouTuber have a car?”

“I’m poor.”

“Why?” Uncle, you make a lot of money, don’t you?

“How much do you earn?”

If I keep talking to these guys, I’ll be drained. If you try to ignore it, they continue their strange conversation while waiting for the subway.

“This guy makes around a billion won a month.”

“Wow.”

“Last time I was watching a live stream, someone said that in the chat.”

“Sir, is this for real?”

“Who says that?” “If I earned 1 billion won a month, would I take the subway?”

“But sir, do you really have diabetes?”

“What is diabetes?”

They don’t know how to continue a conversation. How messed up is it that the topic changes with every sentence?

Why. “Who says I have diabetes as a joke?”

Yes. They say you can’t eat things like chicken if you have diabetes.

You can eat it. It’s because my health has been getting worse.

It’s just that blood sugar levels rise a bit, and cardiovascular diseases become more serious.

“Are you really close with the porter, sir?” I’m looking for a porter.

The guy who was browsing my channel asked.

“No.” This guy said he has no friends.

“Really?” Why?

My mental state is shaken.

“Jammin.” Hey, whoever you are. “Could you please leave me alone for a bit? I’m a bit tired.”

“What is ‘someone’?”

“I don’t know your name.”

“But why won’t you sign for me?”

“You didn’t give me 5,000 won.”

Someone looked at their friend Park Jaemin and then looked up at me.

“Sir, but you’re really tall.”

“What on earth do you want to say!”

“Heeheeheeheehee.”

“Hehehehe.”

I raised my voice a little, and they laughed, saying it’s good.

I thought maybe he just wanted to chat, so I bought a pack of Delimanjoo and brought it over. He said thank you, bowed, and went back.

Being a celebrity is this hard.

* * *

Is that so?”

When I brought up the story about the kids I met on the subway, the monk took out his smartphone and played a video.

The little brat learned some weird lines from somewhere and unleashed cruel verbal abuse.

“Really?” Mikael, didn’t we agree to keep that under wraps?

“I forgot.”

As Joo Ji-seung asked for confirmation, Choi Michael smiled and entered the editing room.

This company doesn’t seem to be a proper place either.

“Anyway, the menu.” “Did you find out anything?”

Yes. Lately, while buying and eating various things, I’ve done some research. Overall, there are many low-sodium, low-sugar concepts.

“How does it taste?”

“It’s edible, but it’s a bit hard to keep eating.” Even if it’s a delicious healthy meal, I eventually get tired of it after eating it for a while.

“Most diets are probably like that.”

Joo Ji-seung stroked his chin.

“Actually, 90% of the taste of food is seasoning.”

Since a low-sodium diet is good for health, there tends to be a tendency not to use enough salt, which affects the taste of the food.

“So, what should we do?” Is there a substitute for salt too?

It was a video uploaded to the Heart Sutra, and the children rushed towards the monk in a group.

– Are you the uncle who is Gungye?

– Yes, I am Gungye.

– Are you the uncle who grants wishes?

– But why do you look so young?

– Are you standing, uncle?

– Where is your hair?

“Ahem. Well, I didn’t show it to brag.

“Actually, low salt isn’t really that beneficial.”

“Hmm?”

“It might be beneficial in terms of marketing, but it’s detrimental to health and taste.”

“……Are you saying it will harm my health?”

Joo Ji-seung nodded firmly.

I remember the old video where they dipped pork belly in cola, coated it in butter and Cheetos powder, and deep-fried it.

“Hyung, we can’t do this as a variety show.” It really has to be a healthy diet food, you know?

“Really.” Sodium is sufficient. No, you can eat a bit more.

“This guy is not a monk, he’s like a devil.”

“Not a monk.”

It seems like it’s the devil.