I Became a Malicious Streamer

I got my license when I was 19. There wasn’t any special reason behind it. I didn’t really have a desire to drive or buy a car.

So I thought it would be useful someday. I figured it was better to get it early. After the college entrance exam at 19, I found myself with free time and thought, “Why not do this?” and got my license.

I passed the written and practical tests on my first try, but I think I failed the road test twice.

The reason I took the road test twice wasn’t that I couldn’t drive, but simply because I couldn’t memorize the routes. I was supposed to go one block further and make a U-turn, but every street looked identical, so I got confused and immediately made a U-turn, leading to my disqualification.

Also, the area where I took my driving test wasn’t familiar to me. There weren’t any suitable places around my house, so I went to the closest one, but it wasn’t familiar either. Memorizing four driving routes was quite a headache.

Still, I passed the second test without any issues. No, it wasn’t just without issues; I passed with pretty good skills. The instructor sitting next to me even said I could drive out on the road right away.

In short, I couldn’t remember the routes well, but I could confidently say that my driving skills were excellent. After all, I even showed my driving skills on a broadcast. It was something I did impulsively while drinking, and it was just a game, but my driving skills were real.

My not-so-long accident-free record supported that claim.

That’s why I let my guard down.

“With my experience, getting a license is easy. It’s just a driving test,” I thought. Honestly, wouldn’t anyone think that way?

“You’ve failed. If you want to retake the test, please inquire at the front desk.”

The instructor’s words were rather formal.

Yes, I failed. Not on the road test, though. It was the practical test I failed first.

Seeing my gloomy expression, the instructor added, “It seems you’re lacking in leg strength. You need to press down harder on the clutch or accelerator compared to a regular car, but you’re not doing that well.”

He hit the nail on the head. I hadn’t always been like this. What had caused it?

The problem was my changed body. It wasn’t that my vision had gotten worse or that I needed to use more arm strength to turn the wheel; that wasn’t an issue.

The problem was with the pedals. The cars at the aging driving test center were already stiff and worn out. Some wouldn’t even respond unless you pressed hard enough, and the truck I ended up with was exactly that case.

My weak physique combined with that situation created the worst synergy.

“Do you really need a type 1 license? These days, a type 2 is just fine. There’s no real reason for a woman to get a type 1 license… Oh wait, sorry! I shouldn’t say that these days. My bad, just forget what I said.”

“It’s alright.”

The older instructor awkwardly apologized. Considering the notorious reputation of many driving instructors online, he was quite gentlemanly.

There was some truth in what he said. Honestly, there was no reason for me to get a type 1 license. It’s not like I would be driving a truck; I would only be driving a regular car.

The reason I wanted to get a license was so I could drive my own car. I felt I was going out more these days, and having a car would be convenient. It was becoming tedious to either ride in Si-young’s car or take a taxi. Moreover, taxi fares had also skyrocketed recently. So, I figured since I had some money, why not get a car?

The reason for wanting the type 1 license was simple—I had already gotten one in my past life. It didn’t feel particularly difficult to obtain.

But when compared to a type 2 license, did I truly notice a big difference in daily life? I’d say not really… Unless your job specifically requires a type 1 license, it’s not often needed.

There were those who believed that type 1 was superior to type 2 and that a true driver must have a type 1 license. This is what you call type 1 pride. However, I wasn’t part of that group.

Wait, thinking about it like this, there really was no reason to get a type 1 license. Nodding along, I subconsciously agreed with the instructor, who looked pleased that I took his words so seriously.

Dragging my stiff legs, I went to the front desk to register again—this time for a type 2 license.

No need to retake the written test, I just had to start with the practical test I’d failed. Just as luck would have it, there was an available time slot, and I breezed through it.

The result? Passed. A satisfying achievement.

However, the next day, during the road test, I spectacularly failed.

“Points deduction, failure.”

“Wait, why?” I asked with an aggrieved tone to a different instructor than the previous day. I was genuinely frustrated. Then he said nonchalantly:

“You didn’t put it in neutral at the red light, you didn’t turn on your left indicator when starting, and you didn’t turn on your right indicator when arriving. Those three reasons are all there is to it, but since you didn’t shift to neutral at all, it resulted in a lot of deductions.”

I just blinked dumbfounded, taking it all in. Honestly, that was something I had never considered. Who actually stops and shifts to neutral while driving? You just press the brake, right? This habit became glaringly evident during the test.

“You drive really well, and among your peers, you drove the most smoothly… I wish I could pass you, but rules are rules.”

There was no way I could argue against him. Ultimately, it was my fault for not properly understanding the regulations.

“It’s unfortunate; I hope you pass next time.”

“Yeah…”

Thus, I had to register for my second road test again, which I’d believed I wouldn’t have to go through again.

*

“So you took the test twice?”

“Yeah, the driving schedule is fully booked until two days later, so I took it three days later.”

Ji-yeon turned her head to look at her sister, who was driving and talking to her.

Hey, I got a car! I’ll come pick you up!

Ji-eun appeared out of nowhere with such sudden news. She said she had gotten a new car and came to pick Ji-yeon up from school. After hopping into the passenger seat, she hurriedly began to explain the circumstances of getting her license.

Ji-yeon didn’t know the details about her sister’s license acquisition process. As a minor, it was too early a topic for her to be interested in, and she was way too busy with her studies to focus on anything else.

Nevertheless, her sister’s story was engaging enough to pique her interest. Even if the conversation topic wasn’t inherently fascinating, it was still captivating. Ji-yeon understood the reason well. It was her sister talking, after all.

Swoosh—

As those thoughts crossed her mind, Ji-eun smoothly maneuvered the steering wheel and turned her left arm. Despite the car going quite fast, she kept her other hand firmly holding Ji-yeon’s hand.

With Ji-eun’s steady hand movement, the car’s body rotated. The car elegantly carved the curve and smoothly entered an alley.

Even Ji-yeon, who knew nothing about cars or driving, could see that her sister was quite at ease. From the very first moment she grabbed the wheel with one hand, she didn’t look like someone who had just recently obtained her license.

Recently, Ji-eun had been showing Ji-yeon sides of herself she didn’t know, and this was yet another undiscovered part of her sister. Did she have an interest in such things? Maybe she did. Even family don’t share everything. Besides, they hadn’t spent significant time apart in recent times.

Ji-yeon thought about it, yet she couldn’t help but wonder if this was really the same sister who had always been too scared to ride roller coasters and such, causing her to tilt her head in confusion.

Then it happened.

BANG—!

“Yikes!”

Suddenly her body lurched forward, and Ji-eun’s hand squeezed Ji-yeon’s tightly.

“What the hell! Who drives like that?”

Ji-eun’s expletive escaped loudly. This outburst was unfamiliar, as Ji-eun had never used foul language in front of her sister before. Let alone display such anger.

Ji-eun shot a glare at the car in front of her and quickly turned her head to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Um, y-yeah…”

“Thank goodness. That surprised you, didn’t it?”

Her gaze shifted from the angry glare directed at the car to a kinder, softer gaze directed at Ji-yeon. Meeting those eyes made Ji-yeon involuntarily tremble and respond.

Ji-eun then gently brushed Ji-yeon’s cheek and returned her attention to the road.

“Really, there are so many drivers who drive like idiots…”

Just listening to her, Ji-yeon began to think she sounded like someone who had been driving for years. She had only recently gotten her license and hadn’t driven much yet.

However, Ji-yeon inwardly found her sister’s demeanor somewhat refreshing. No, it was good. She simply thought it was nice.

What difference did it make? Regardless of how she appeared.

As she touched her slightly flushed cheek, Ji-yeon continued to gaze intently at the driver in the passenger seat.

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