Korean entertainment: I can steal the luck of celebrities with bad records.

On the subway, Lin Puzhi, who had just come out of the "Oh My Lady" film set, was communicating with the system.

"System, why haven't I felt any improvement in my luck with [Luck Stealing]?"

[This system is completely honest and reliable; the host's luck will significantly increase during the [Luck Seizure] period.]

"But I don't feel like I'm having any good luck. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket and try my luck," Lin Puzhi thought to himself.

Just as Lin Puzhi was lost in thought, someone sent him a new message on Cyworld. Lin Puzhi took out his phone and saw that it was from Choi Sulli.

[Peach: In the car, my manager kept glaring at me ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3]

[Peach: I'm probably going to get a scolding when I get back]

[Lin Puzhi: Why?]

[Peach: Because she saw that I added you as a contact.]

[Peach: She said I'm an idol now, so I can't just add random men's Cyworld accounts.]

[Lin Puzhi: So, are you planning to delete me?]

Peach: Of course not!

Peach: [Image]

The picture shows a small white dog with wide, round eyes and its mouth tightly closed, accompanied by the caption "I won't say anything."

Lin Puzhi laughed out loud.

[Lin Puzhi: The subway has arrived. Let's talk again when I get back.]

【Peach: (≧∀≦)ゞ】

He put his phone away, walked out of the subway station, and stepped into the biting December wind.

It's snowing outside.

Tiny snowflakes landed on his hair and down jacket, quickly melting into water stains. He hunched his shoulders and walked towards his rented room.

My phone vibrated again.

It's still a peach.

[Peach: Oh right, I forgot to mention earlier]

[Peach: You looked even more handsome on the runway today than Choi Siwon!]

【Peach: ◝(⑅•ᴗ•⑅)◜..°♡】

Lin Puzhi stood on the snowy street, looking down at the message.

He recalled the two shallow dimples on Peach's face when they met today, her cheeks red from the cold, and the way she rubbed her fingers together when she asked, "Are you nervous?"

I also remember her standing on the catwalk, wearing a wedding dress, looking helpless.

And all the things he knew.

Those things he saw in the news from his previous life.

Those things he hadn't had time to stop.

Lin Puzhi: Thank you.

[Lin Puzhi: Next time we meet, I'll treat you to hot cocoa]

[Peach: Really?!]

[Peach: It's a promise!]

【Peach: ~\(≥▽≤)/~】

Lin Puzhi turned off his phone and continued walking forward.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, but he no longer felt cold.

……

December 25th, Christmas Day.

Lin Puzhi was woken up by a message notification from Cyworld.

He groggily reached for his phone, the bright light from the screen making him squint.

[Peach: Merry Christmas!!!]

Peach: [Image]

It was a crooked Christmas tree, decorated with colorful paper strips and cheap sequins, looking like an impromptu setup in a practice room. A white toy poodle with a red bow around its neck crouched under the tree, glaring reluctantly at the camera.

Lin Puzhi smiled.

He glanced at the time; it was 7:12 AM.

Does this girl not need to sleep?

[Lin Puzhi: Merry Christmas. So early?]

[Peach: I had practice today, so I got up at six o'clock (´•︵•`)]

[Peach: What about you? What are your plans for today?]

Lin Puzhi thought for a moment and then typed a reply.

[Lin Puzhi: Going to the orphanage, as planned beforehand.]

[Peach: Wow...]

[Peach: Do you go there often?]

Lin Puzhi: Occasionally. Doing good deeds accumulates good karma.

[Peach: kkkkk Do actors also need to accumulate good karma?]

Peach: Then I should do more good deeds too.

[Peach: Let's try to get more first place rankings next year!]

Lin Puzhi looked at the message and remained silent for a few seconds.

He thought about the girl's final fate and wanted to say something, but his finger hovered above the screen, hesitant to drop it.

In the end, he only typed two words.

Lin Puzhi: Keep it up!

【Peach: └(￣￣└)(┘￣￣)┘】

[Peach: I won't bother you anymore, I'm going to practice dancing.]

Lin Puzhi closed Taozi's chat page and found that He Zhuxi had also sent a message.

[Spring Bear: Merry Christmas!]

[Spring Bear: How about coming to Murakami today? The store has launched some new products for Christmas, why don't you come and try them and give your opinion?]

It was exactly midnight last night, and Lin Puzhi was already asleep at that time.

[Lin Puzhi: Merry Christmas to you too!]

[Lin Puzhi: Are you a taste tester, or are you trying to recruit me as a free volunteer? The store is packed with people on Christmas.]

[Lin Puzhi: I'll go later; there aren't many people during the day.]

No reply to the message; the nocturnal animals were all catching up on sleep this morning.

He got out of bed, quickly washed up, put on a thick sweatshirt and down jacket, and pushed open the door to his rented room.

Outside is Seoul at Christmas.

The snow from last night has stopped, and the snow on the roadside has been shoveled to the sides, forming gray mounds. There are Santa Claus stickers on the glass door of the convenience store, and Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" is playing from the stereo.

A classic Christmas song is like Andy Lau's "Gong Xi Fa Cai" being played everywhere during Chinese New Year.

I had previously made plans with Dean Choi and Jang Nara to help decorate the Christmas party at "Starlight House" for Christmas, and Jang Nara was also going to teach the children how to bake cookies.

Lin Puzhi felt it was a bit risky to teach a group of children under ten years old how to bake cookies.

Lin Puzhi walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to JB District.

There weren't many people on the streets. Christmas is a public holiday in South Korea, and most people stay home with their families or go on dates with their partners. Perhaps only "outsiders" like him would go to an orphanage on such a day.

There are also outliers like Jang Nara.

A bus slowly pulled up, its electronic screen displaying the name of the final stop.

Just as Lin Puzhi was about to get into the car, a small figure suddenly hugged his leg and called out in a soft, sweet voice:

"elder brother!"

It was a little girl.

She was wearing a red duffle coat and a white woolen hat with a fluffy pom-pom on top.

Lin Puzhi's steps to board the bus were forced to stop.

He knelt down, looked into the little girl's eyes, and said gently:

"Little friend, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your brother."

The girl had big, dark eyes, like two obsidian stones that had been washed with water.

She firmly stated, "No! You are my brother, you are my Christmas present from Santa Claus!"

Just then, the bus doors opened in front of him.

The driver glanced at them and asked, "Want to get in?"

Lin Puzhi looked at the little girl, then at the bus.

"Excuse me."

Lin Puzhi apologized to the bus driver and said he would not get on the bus.

"Little friend," Lin Puzhi continued, "why are you here all alone? Where are your parents? What are their names?"

The little girl looked at him and blinked.

Then she said something that left Lin Puzhi stunned.

"My parents were sleeping at home, and I sneaked out by taking a bus."

"My father's name is Lim Jung-soo, and my mother's name is Lee Mi-yang."