"Hey! This is Yuri here! Welcome back to our Yuri show! Yuri will yuri with Yuri! Everyone says YURI!" I say as I put my hands on both of my cheeks creating a cute little pose.

(Uhg! I hate this stupid pose!) I scream in my head.

My name is "Takahashi Haruka" a normal middle school as it can get. However, if anything to go by then the fact that I am an internet idol would probably be quite interesting. It started 2 years ago when I was just a spoilt little girl.

"Mama, can I get this one, please!" I said pointing at the picture on the screen excitedly.

It was the new Opad that just came out that week. Funnily enough, I said it while pointing at the last model screen. At the time, I was just a child who didn't know what money is worth. While I wouldn't say I am stupid but the only thing on my mind at the time was how to have fun. It's a weird phenomenon, I would say. Children can be the smartest while being the stupidest at the same time. They will do anything to earn what they want despite not knowing it's worth. Of course, that included me. I was born in An upper-middle family. My father is an owner of a small company while my mother is his secretary-cum-housewife. Being born in such a wonderful house, my younger self grown up to be a spoilt brat is almost unavoidable. The incident where I asked new Opad on the perfectly good old one is just one of many examples. However, that incident didn't end with just an earful talk with my parents, but it has changed my life since.

"I hate this! If you don't get me this one, fine! I will get it myself!" I screamed, like a spoilt brat that I was, and stomped off the room.

That was the start of my internet-idol career. Stomping out of that room with my heart full of childish ambition, I tried to find a job a part-time job. Without knowing any law or anything logical in that matter, I gave up 20 minutes in and went back to watching Foutube. However, like fate, I found a video of a kid, around my age, playing with toys on the website. The video didn't hit or anything, but it still kept my hope up.

"Let's do this!" I shouted in excitement and took out some toys from the cabinet.

Setting up my camera, I prepared my favourite toy. Without knowledge of photography, The lighting was extremely bad, but I didn't know at the time. The first one, I took out was a long-purple toy that can vibrate with a switch. Sometimes, I like riding on it, but I like it the most by poking it to myself. That is, of cause, a toy car (you pervert). The car-size is about half of my body and its length is 1/3 of my height. It is a perfect toy for a kid and would probably be quite expensive. After playing it for a while, I stopped the camera and posted it online. As one would expect, the view is 0 nonetheless a comment. Still, I moved on and continued to post a video every day. Until one day, my first comment has been posted on my video.

"Mama, I finally get it, my first comment! I will surely buy that Opad!" I announced even though I haven't read it yet.

Naturally, My mother was sceptical. I didn't have consecutive fame of being truthful or anything, so she just lets it pass as me being delusional. Getting that she wasn't interested, I got back to my room and read the comment. "Hey, why don't you put on some make-up to hide that ugly face.". It's a prank comment. Without needing to say, my mind is devastated. I'm aware of my look and body which both are normal borderline bad. My face has a few pimples here and there, my eyelash is a bit too thin, while my height is short and my breast is that of an A-cup. Not to say that my feature is ugly or anything but I would prefer a better one. After reading the comment, again and again, I went into a depression which, like a normal child, healed in 3 days. However, there was the idea that stuck with me after that.

(I should wear some makeup.) I thought to myself before rushing to my mother room.

" Mama! Can you teach me how to do makeup?" I requested while explaining why and for what.

Still, my mother wasn't convinced but she is in the mood of saying "why not?". Given mother mood is on the fragile line, I followed her word diligently. The result was stunning, I would say. Like magic, My face looked bright and shiny. A few pimples on my face had disappeared, my eyebrow was just the right thickness and size while The paled lip was remade into a pink and glossy one. Even my skin tone changed. The paled snow-like skin shifted into a one with a few shadows to show my cheekbone.

(This is the look, I longed for) I reckoned to myself.

With more confidence than ever, I posted my video. The video didn't really hit like I thought it would be but for me, 20 views are still a good number compared to the older one. Seeing the light at the end of a tunnel, I continued doing my silly video while trying to improve the production and diversity. Before long, the channel grew to have an average view of in the thousands. Like fueling my ambition oil, Some small company had contacted me to review or play their products. Luckily enough, my parents were the ones who talked, and I didn't fall into some random scam. However, this success still wasn't enough to fill the cost of Opad. Though the video gave me some cash, it wasn't profitable. The cost of production and toys normally ate 90℅ of my income nevertheless the small expendable stuff which was needed for the video.

(I need to do something) This thought has been stuck with me since the channel reach its peak point. After 3 months of video posting, the viewer has reached its peak. The highest I had got is 2639 views and had been steadily defined at the time.

" Mama! Can you help me?" Like other kids, I asked my parents for advice. Thou a bit embarrassing, It's still the most useful.

"Ara~ Ara~ what do you need, my little sweetly~" My mother answered. Form I have heard, after having me her personality changed 180° and become suddenly mature. In the past, my mother used to be an alcoholic, which was how my parents by way, She normally stayed up all night watching drama while half-sleep when working. However, since my birth, her alcoholic problem disappeared and became a functioning adult. Amusingly, my father is the opposite. He used to be a work addict, but now he spent half of his days pestering me. Still, both of them is very good with financial-related stuff and there wasn't an any better choice at the time.

"So, what do need help with?" My father, like usual, bucked into the conversation.

"Um! Actually! Actually! I need to create a fan base, but I don't know how!" Remembering just how silly my dialect was, I want to die.

My parents, not wanting to disappoint me, had a thought for a while.

"How about your dialect?" My father spoke out. He isn't the best mind out there but still reminds me of what I have crossover.

"What are you talking about? Are you gonna let's random stranger hear that cute little voice? Are you serious?" My Mother questioned the father with a chilling voice.

Though not noticed at the time, I have a talent to change my pitch at will. Noticing this earlier than me, They tried to put me into a singing class, but I didn't thrive there. I had no interest in singing nor liked to be heard. Seeing me being unpleasant, They stopped the class and took me out right away.

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"s-sor-ry about that, honey." My father apologised while making made a terrified face but mother was having none of it and pulled his ear, along with his body, into the bedroom. I didn't what happened after that but I could hear a horrifying scream in the bedroom.

(My dialect, huh?) Being left alone in the room, I had a bit of thought. What I needed was to have some uniqueness to differentiate from others. While my dialect alone could be a selling point but sensing that wasn't enough, I tried to think of some more but failed.

(I should get some sleep.) Seeing the light was out, I snuggled into my bed. "Fua~~" A moan of pressure escaped my mouth. As usual, I picked up my Opad to watch some videos before sleep. Then like destiny, One comment had been sent right before I went into a deep slumber. I always, for no reason, liked to check every comment on every video and even read the same one once or twice. This time like typical me, I unlocked the Opad and checked the comment. "The childishness is killing me" it was written. If It was another time, I would just ignore them. However, this time is different.

(Childish...) The comment strikes me like lightning. I felt a bit down but like last time it stuck in my mind.

For hours, I kept thinking and thinking again. I, similar to other kids, didn't want to be called childish but this time I found gold.

"Childish...dialect...." I spoke softly before I succumbed to my drowsiness.

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"I am here to declare that, Yuri, the most beautiful girl in the world, will start a live video every day at 6 p.m.! So, come to watch, Ok!?" I announced in front of the camera. Couldn't hide my embarrassment, My face blushed from the start until the end of the recording.

After much consideration, I preferred to create a new channel named "Yuri's show". There were quite a lot of reasons for me to have a new channel, but the most important was that My new format was too different from the last. In this new channel, I selected to do live steam while getting new ideas from the comments. My choice wasn't just randomized but my childishness and dialect couldn't be traced into a script without acting. I wouldn't say that I couldn't act, but I wasn't the best at it. However, If it wasn't scripted, I could be childish naturally while I could listen to their opinion in real-time. With much anticipation, I posted the new video into the channel and went back to sleep.

However, I couldn't. (Bing* Bing* Bing* Bing*) hundreds of comments were received that night, I was a bit annoyed that I could sleep, but It couldn't suppress my joy of being popular. " This is quite cute" "Yeah sure" "Hey, Is this girl single?" "STEP ON ME!" (I want to touch her thigh...ahem* never mind).Even though a lot of comments was positive. However, some were... I would say perverted. Still, I needed some sleep before the big day. So, I shut down my Opad and got some sleep.

"Um...could you hear, Yuri?" I asked timidly while trying to make sure the camera was focused on me.

"Yes, Yuri-chan" "Is she a "-chan"? " "Yes, I could hear your cute voice." A few comments were written in the comment bar.

For personal information protection, I decided to formulate a fake name. While I could keep my calm for the first few seconds but when the comments come in, my temperature increased 10 fold.

"ThAnK Y-oU. No, I didn't ask for your help, idiot! Eh..No sorry." It was one of my bad personally but when I was really embarrassed, I will turn into an arrogant child.

Unexpectedly, the comments stopped coming and the whole chats room became quiet.

(Oh..no!) Hundreds of Alam bells chimed in my head. I turned into panic mode and moved my hand randomly.

"I'm sorry~ Did Yuri make you hurt~?" I sobbingly said. A bit of tear started swelling up in my eyes, My body turned into freezing temperature. However, some comments started to come up.

"Hey guy, this is..." " I knew..." "I can't believe it..."

"""""" NATURAL TSUNDERE LOLLI HAS APPEARED!!!""""""

In an instant, The barren comment bar boomed into a lively one. Some tried to play a joke while others asked me questions.

"Eh... You guys aren't going to hate me?" Still, having a bit of tear left, I spoke in a soft voice.

"Why would we?" " Just now was cute" "Yuri is the cutest" " Can you be my wifu?" "Step on me" Ignoring the last few, Look like I was still safe. The feeling of happiness rise in me, unlike before, my mind was clear and I started my first ever live stream.

"Then, Yuri will be meeting Onii-chan and Onee-chan, next time! BYE~BYE~" After 3 hours, the steam came to an end. Like travelling in a time machine, time flew like no other. In the steam, We chose, what we will call each other while They will call me "Yuri-chan", I will call them " Onii-chan and Onee-chan"

(Ah...I forgot about the time) Before I knew it, While I was mesmerised by experience to the point I forgot to eat dinner.

"Mama, Papa sorry, I am late!" With my concerns, I rushed down to the diner hall. It's one of the family traditions, That we will always eat at the same time, no matter what others are doing.

"Ara~Ara~, Sweetly don't fall, Ok?" Hearing my voice, Mother was a bit worried.

"Ah sorry, I'm late. How are guys doing?" Reaching the chair, I asked my parents?

"No No, We can wait for you but How was it? Does it go well? Are you harassed? Don't tell me, they did th-"

"Dear, please calm down~. Drink some water, If you don't want to be Waterboard"My mother stopped father with her hand while giggling but her eyes weren't at all.

" So, how was it?" Curious about it herself, she interviewed me.

"Yeah Yeah, It went extremely well. Onii-chan and Onee-chan were super kinds to me!" I replied while muckling in on the sausage.

"I see I see, But if anyone is being rude to you, please tell me." My mother responded while nodding. Though she acted concerning about me, She was trying to calm herself from worrying.

"I will! Oh about that, there was someone who kept telling me to step on them. Should, I step on him?" To reassure my mother, I tried to give an example. However, I, at the time, was extremely stupid.

"Huh!?" Form shocked, Father dropped his spoon. The same went for my mother.

"Haruka, we need a long long talk." That time, I had finally understood that the most horrifying existence was just right in front of me.

(Uh...I'm tired) I sentiment to myself. Now, I was on a bed. After a long talk and steaming, The time for bed had finally come and I rushed into it like money finding a banana. The steaming went well as expected, however, It was just the start. The real fight was that I could keep my fanbase while expanding it. I kept on thinking until the deep slumber came near.

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"Takahashi! Takahashi! Wake up!" A loud shout was heard by my side.

"Uh..." I reacted to the sound with annoyance and pushed it away. Then a strong impact was felt on my back.

"Ouch!!" I responded to the pain.

"Takahashi, please stay outside the classroom and meet me after class" Finally wake up, I found my English teacher extremely pissed right in front of me. She demanded, That I, with my parents, needed to talk with her after school. To tell the truth, That wasn't the first time. It had been 3 months since I started steaming. The channel grew to be one of many popular channels, and I expanded into other platforms and websites. The donations came in numerous thousand. The followers kept widening into a million. However, the reality was, I couldn't catch up with the class while I spent almost all my energy on live-steaming. Without saying, My 6th-grade self couldn't do the final exam. However, I still had my saved up the mark and passed that year into my desired school. Which at the time, I thought It would be fine but the impact finally hit me. One day while the server was down, I overheard my parents arguing. My father wanted to change me into a functioning adult while my mother wanted me to follow my dream.

At the time I realised, I lost to myself. "I want to be more popular." was the only thing, I thought of. Without caring about others, I indulgenced myself into a selfish brat that would do anything to get what I wanted. Without knowing, I lost all of my friends and was left alone. I didn't have anyone to talk to nor even one to see.

(I haven't grown up at all.)I had started my 1st year-middle life with that thought. Trying to put back my grade, I lowered the steaming time and spent more time studying. However, A terms gap from others made me couldn't follow the class. My grade didn't improve much and stayed on an average scale, unlike a straight-A before. My mentality grew up over time and when puberty hit. My mind went into constant panic mode. While I wanted to continue steaming, my other self wanted to stop and go back to studying. In 2 years, I didn't learn anything except steaming. I still couldn't take care of myself nevertheless others. However, stop or lower live-streaming was too much potential waste.

(I need someone.) I needed someone who can guide me. I desired to be spoilt, unlike my parents, without disgust of them. That is what I wanted.

Before long, The 2nd year started and my wish somehow finally is granted.

" Takahashi-san, you look a bit tired from, Spanish class. Do you need any helps?" Is said and my life has changed, yet again.