Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Chapter 119 Dream Concert Ends

As soon as Victoria Song finished speaking, Lim Ji-hoon put his hand on Choi Jong-hoon's shoulder.

Choi Jong-hoon turned to look at him, his face still bearing that indifferent expression from before.

Choi Jong-hoon's gaze lingered on Lim Ji-hoon for two seconds, roughly assessing the other's identity.

He seems to be an actor, and the kind of actor who doesn't have any seniors to take care of him.

He doesn't work for any big company.

In Choi Jong-hoon's experience, there weren't many people who could threaten him in places like the backstage.

Moreover, the faces surrounding him today included two Chinese and one Korean-American—typical "outsiders."

In the South Korean entertainment industry, it's common for these kinds of people to have no recourse for their complaints.

Even if the matter escalates to the company level, SM Entertainment wouldn't risk offending FNC Entertainment for the sake of a few foreign members.

He'd done this more than once—a quick touch, a gentle rub, and what could the other person do but endure it?

In the original timeline of 2016, he and four other defendants gang-raped intoxicated women in Hongcheon and Daegu, Gangwon Province. Furthermore, they distributed illegally filmed videos through chat groups.

"Brother, do I know you?" Choi Jong-hoon tilted his head.

"I don't know him." Lin Zhixun's hand was still on his shoulder, not moving away. "But what you just did is something I can control even if I don't know you."

Choi Jong-hoon frowned.

People were coming and going in the backstage corridor. Several staff members pushed equipment boxes past, and some people glanced at them a couple of times but didn't stop.

"What's it to you?" Choi Jong-hoon chuckled. "I was just passing by her and accidentally bumped into her. What's it to you?"

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"Then apologize to her."

"I've already apologized."

"You call that an apology?" Lim Ji-hoon's hand slid down from Choi Jong-hoon's shoulder, grabbed his wrist, and pressed his thumb right on the protruding part of his wrist bone.

Choi Jong-hoon tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't.

He then took a closer look at Lin Zhixun, who was over 1.8 meters tall with broad shoulders.

"Let go." Choi Jong-hoon's tone changed; it was no longer the playful smile he had before.

Lin Zhixun didn't waste any words with him. He turned his hand and twisted Cui Zhongxun's arm behind his back.

The movements were small, but the angles were tricky.

Choi Jong-hoon's knees buckled, forcing him to bend over, his face nearly slamming against the wall. Pain shot through his wrist and shoulder, and he gasped.

"Are you crazy?!"

"Apologize."

"You fucking bastard!"

Lin Zhixun put in an extra bit of effort.

Choi Jong-hoon's voice changed tone, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Several people had stopped to watch in the backstage aisle, and some were whispering among themselves.

Victoria Song stood three steps away, opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

Choi Sulli was also stunned. She had known Lim Ji-hoon for so long, and this was the first time she had ever seen him make a move.

"One last time, I apologize."

Choi Jong-hoon was panting heavily, his face contorted with pain and humiliation.

He gritted his teeth, his lips moved a few times, as if he was organizing his thoughts, or as if he was enduring something.

"Hey, what's going on?"

A voice came from the end of the corridor.

Three men walked over quickly. The one in front wore a fisherman's hat, followed by two others in matching group uniforms. Lin Zhixun didn't recognize any of them, but judging from Choi Jong-hoon's reaction, they were probably his teammates.

"Jong-hoon hyung, what are you doing?" The boy in the fisherman's hat walked up and saw Choi Jong-hoon with his arm pinned down, his face darkening.

Lin Zhixun released his grip.

Choi Jong-hoon shook his wrist, which had been pinched until it was red, took two steps back, and stood behind his teammates.

"Who's this?" The fisherman in the hat looked at Lin Chih-hsun.

Choi Jong-hoon remained silent.

There's a reason he didn't say anything.

Once you explain why the conflict occurred, you have to make the whole story clear. Once it's clear, the incident can't be hidden anymore. It's one thing to be secretly flirtatious in front of your teammates, but it's quite another to have it exposed in public.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Choi Jong-hoon chuckled dryly. "I was just joking with this brother, it's nothing."

The fisherman in the hat was skeptical. He looked at Lin Zhixun and then at the group of people standing next to him. He seemed to understand what was going on, but he didn't ask any further questions.

"Let's go, it's time to wait."

Choi Jong-hoon followed his teammates out, and paused for a moment as he passed Lim Ji-hoon.

He didn't turn around, but the veins on his neck were taut.

remember.

Lin Chih-hsun certainly can't read minds, but this reaction is understandable even without mind reading.

He didn't care.

The FTIsland team disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the crowd dispersed, and the backstage area returned to its previous hustle and bustle.

"You—" Song Qian was the first to walk over, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"What could possibly happen to me? It's not like I was the one who got stabbed in the arm."

"I mean—" Song Qian took a deep breath, "He has a lot of friends in the entertainment industry after all. If you do this, and he tries to find someone to help him afterwards—"

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"What if you call someone? Beat me up?" Lin Zhixun shook his wrist. "You think I'm afraid of being beaten?"

"Are you still blocking my access to resources? I'm not an idol or a singer."

Victoria Song was speechless.

What she wanted to talk about wasn't fighting, but rather the methods of revenge within the circle, but the person in front of her was clearly not the type she could persuade.

Liu Yiyun walked around from behind Song Qian and stood in front of Lin Zhixun.

She was still emotional from what had just happened, and her Chinese was halting as she said, "Thank you, thank you for earlier."

"You're welcome, it was nothing."

"It's not a simple matter," Liu Yiyun shook her head. "In this industry, most people choose to ignore it."

Lin Zhixun didn't respond to that. He didn't like being praised too much. A small favor was a small favor. If he hadn't been in that position, this matter would have had nothing to do with him. He just happened to see it and happened to be unable to stand it, that's all.

Choi Sulli squeezed through the crowd and patted him on the shoulder.

"So handsome."

"Um?

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"That move was so cool."

"Do you girls think fighting is cool? It's not very meaningful."

"Who said that! I was seriously praising you!" Choi Sulli exclaimed, "That last bit was really satisfying."

Park Sun-young nodded frantically beside her.

Krystal crossed her arms and after a long pause, blurted out, "I'll tell my sister later."

"No need," Lin Zhixun waved his hand, "It's just a trivial matter, there's no point in spreading it around."

"I'm not spreading rumors." Jung Soo-jung stared at him. "My sister knows a lot of people. If Choi Jong-hoon's side really does anything underhanded, my sister can put in a good word for him."

"Does your sister have that much influence?"

"One of SM's flagship companies, you tell me, isn't that a big deal?"

"Okay, I'll contact you if I really need anything."

Lin Chih-hsun gave a casual reply, not taking it too seriously.

He didn't think Choi Jong-hoon could threaten him, nor did he think that Jessica Jung, an idol, could help him in any way.

He said goodbye to f() and continued looking for people in the backstage area.

IU's dressing room was at the other end of the corridor. The door was ajar, and Lim Ji-hoon knocked on the door frame twice before peeking inside.

IU was sitting cross-legged on the sofa eating rice balls, while Bae Suzy next to her was holding a cup of hot cocoa. The two seemed to be competing to see who could eat more quietly.

"Hey, you're eating really well after the performance."

IU looked up and saw him, her eyes narrowing into crescents: "You're finally here! I thought you weren't coming!"

Bae Suzy also stood up: "Ji-hoon hyung is here."

"You're here, please have a seat." Lin Zhixun naturally sat down in the empty seat between the two of them, picked up a rice ball and took a bite.

IU glared at him: "That's mine!"

"You still have three left on your plate."

"I want to eat all four!"

Lin Zhixun had already picked up the second one with his other hand.

IU angrily shielded the plate behind her back, while Bae Suzy laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

While they were eating, Lim Ji-hoon casually asked, "Do you guys know Choi Jong-hoon from FTIsland?"

IU was a beat slow in eating the rice ball.

"Yes, we know each other. What's up?"

Do you understand him as a person?

IU thought for a moment, put down the rice ball, and patted the rice grains off her hands: "It's not exactly a good reputation in the industry."

"Tell me more about it."

"He's the kind of guy who likes to flirt with female idols and isn't very tactful." U carefully chose his words. "A female junior was once forced to drink by him at a party. Although nothing serious happened in the end, everyone would remind each other in private."

Bae Suzy lowered her head and stirred the cocoa in her cup: "We have similar rumors at JYP. Park Jin-young told the female trainees in private that if they run into him at a company party, they should be careful."

Lin Zhixun wrote down this information.

The system panel flashed briefly in the corner of my field of vision.

Choi Jong-hoon's morality score had already been scanned when he grabbed the other party's wrist.

【Choi Jong-hoon, a villain and lustful person | Luck score: 24%】

Such a person's good fortune is wasted.

IU chatted for a while about her recent schedule, saying that she will be making a comeback in June, that she has already finished recording her new song, and that the music video will be filmed in two days.

Bae Suzy added that after filming "Dream High" wrapped up, she accepted a variety show offer and was hesitating about whether to go.

Lin Zhixun listened half-heartedly, while the other half of his mind was on other things.

The backstage announcement came on.

"Attention all performing artists, the chorus segment will begin in ten minutes. Please assemble in the waiting area via passage A."

IU jumped up: "Oh my god, I haven't touched up my makeup yet!"

The dressing room instantly sprang into action, with stylists rushing in and Bae Suzy being pulled away to touch up her makeup.

Lin Zhixun tactfully withdrew.

He walked towards passage A.

In the corridor, artists from all walks of life were filing out of their different dressing rooms.

The waiting area was already packed with people, with twenty groups of performers, dancers, and a live band, forming a dense, dark mass.

Lin Zhixun stood in the corner and scanned the crowd.

Choi Jong-hoon and the FTIsland members squeezed together near the stage entrance. He had changed into a black jacket, his previously brown hair was styled again, and he looked energetic. He was even chatting and laughing with a girl group member next to him.

Good luck is definitely written all over his face. Since his debut, FTIsland has had a smooth run, with a constant stream of variety show invitations and a stable fanbase. The reason why people like Choi Jong-hoon are so fearless is partly because they are too lucky. They have done so many unethical things and never gotten into trouble.

Let's collect some interest first.

Lin Zhixun brought up the system panel.

[Seizing Fortune]

[The target's luck has been successfully seized; their recent fortune has been stripped away.]

The chorus began.

All the artists surged onto the stage from the aisle, the lights shone down, and the screams from the audience were deafening.

Lin Chih-hsun did not go on stage.

Of course, he shouldn't have gone on stage either.

He stood in the shadows on the side of the stage, watching the figure in the black jacket walk onto the stage.

Choi Jong-hoon's third step onto the stage landed on a loose cable with his left foot.

He leaned forward for a moment, stumbled half a step, and almost fell on the stage, but his teammates quickly pulled him up.

Laughter from thousands of spectators echoed simultaneously from every corner of the venue.

Choi Jong-hoon's face turned bright red.

The grand chorus on stage officially began.

The song reaches the chorus.

All the artists held microphones and sang together, creating a lively atmosphere.

Choi Jong-hoon stood in the second row, near the side. He had regained his composure, his mouth moving in sync with the lyrics, and his body swaying slightly to the beat.

Then one of the spotlights above his head exploded.

With a "snap," the light suddenly went out, and debris fell to the ground.

A few shards of glass landed on Choi Jong-hoon's shoulder, causing him to flinch and take two steps to the side.

The on-site director shouted something into his in-ear monitor, and the lighting technician immediately switched the lighting position.

A commotion broke out in the audience, and someone in the front row screamed.

Choi Jong-hoon touched his hair and shoulders, his expression not looking good.

The shards didn't hurt anyone, but there was a white mark on the shoulder of his suit jacket.

After the grand finale, the artists began to leave. The backstage corridor instantly became crowded, with agents, stylists, and security guards all mixed together, resembling a bustling market.

Lin Chih-hsun leaned against the wall and waited for the crowd to pass.

"elder brother!"

IU's voice broke through the crowd. Her face was radiant from her makeup, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat. She squeezed past two staff members and stood panting in front of Lim Ji-hoon.

"Did you see that?"

"What do you see?"

"Choi Jong-hoon! That overhead light on stage exploded! It was just two or three meters away from me, it scared me to death!"

"I saw it."

"Is he having a bad day? First he almost tripped and fell, then the light exploded. He's so unlucky."

Lin Zhixun hummed in response.

IU tilted her head and looked at him: "Why aren't you reacting at all?"

"How should I react? Clap and cheer?"

"No, it's just—don't you think it's pretty creepy?"

"Light bulbs have a lifespan; it just happened to reach it."

IU gave a hesitant "Oh." Bae Suzy caught up from behind and grabbed IU's arm: "Ji-eun, your manager is calling you. The car is waiting at Exit C."

The two girls were urged to leave by their agent.

Lin Zhixun stood in the corridor for a while, then took out his phone to check the time. 9:40 PM.

He didn't come here for a formal job; he was just here to join in the fun and meet a few people.

I've seen everyone I needed to see, it's time to go.

He walked towards Exit C.

As I pushed open the security door, I was filled with the sounds of arguing from the end of the corridor.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was quite clear in the semi-open corridor.

"I told you guys were responsible for today. I came here to perform, and then the light bulb suddenly fell down."

That was Choi Jong-hoon's voice.

"Mr. Cui, we check the lighting equipment before every performance, and it was fine during the rehearsal this afternoon."

"If it were fine, it wouldn't have exploded. What's the difference between you checking and not checking? My coat is torn; do you know how much this coat cost?"

"Jung-hoon, forget it, let's go." the manager said.

"Why should we let it go?" Choi Jong-hoon was unusually short-tempered today, probably because he had embarrassed himself twice before. He was like a lit firecracker. "What if a shard cuts my face? I make a living with my looks. Can you afford to pay for it?"

Then came a furious outburst at the staff.

Lin Zhixun ignored him and left.

The next day, Choi Jong-hoon made the headlines.

It wasn't because the light bulb broke that the South Korean people felt sorry for him.

Instead, after the performance, he was verbally abusing the staff when someone recorded the conversation and uploaded it online.