Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

This was the last time the original owner saw her mother.

That day, the original owner's mother came home after playing mahjong and said to Lin Puzhi, who was still in the third grade:

"Son, Mom could have won yesterday. I had three 'South' tiles in my hand, hoping someone else would play the last one so I could get a kong and win even more. But I kept drawing tiles and no one played it."

"The more I played, the more confused I became, and in the end, others won the hand."

"For a moment, Mom finally realized! I could have won long ago, but I was too greedy. For the sake of one card, I lost the whole game."

The original owner of this body simply scratched his head in confusion; he didn't understand it even before Lin Puzhi transmigrated.

But Lin Puzhi understood what the original owner's mother had said.

The original owner's mother met the original owner's father by chance while traveling and following celebrities in South Korea.

The two fell in love at first sight and, despite opposition from both sets of parents, got together.

They settled in Seocho-gu, Seoul.

But after the hormones and rebellious feelings dissipated, the flaws that both sides originally found endearing became the reason for their daily arguments.

The original owner's mother came from a wealthy family and never had to worry about making a living from birth; she cherished freedom and romance.

She had the life most people could only dream of, but she gave it all up for love.

In the end, she discovered:

To win at life, you have to give up some things.

Clinging to everything will only lead to defeat.

Lin Puzhi is now facing just such a problem.

Ha Joo-hee didn't say anything. She put the cleaned cups back on the shelf, one after another, neatly arranged.

Jang Nara picked up her latte and took another sip. The milk foam had completely dissolved, and the coffee had become a bit lighter in color.

The tail of the winter melon slowly swept across the coffee machine handle, back and forth.

A popular question online: If Dilraba Dilmurat and Gulnazar were both pursuing you, who would you choose?

You might spend ten minutes typing and analyzing for a long time, but in real life, none of them will pursue you.

But Lin Puzhi is different today. Whoever he chooses today will probably unlock a special CG tonight.

After all, in cliché stories, once the strong defeat the powerful enemy and win the heart of the beauty, another exhilarating battle will follow that night.

So who will Lin Puzhi choose?

I choose C.

Lin Puzhi picked up the winter melon from the bar.

Winter Melon was sleeping when it was suddenly picked up. Its four legs kicked twice in the air, and its tail bristled like a feather duster.

It turned its head and glared at Lin Puzhi with a look that said, "You'd better be in trouble."

"Wow! Donggua, you have such smooth fur today, Zhuxi. What brand of hair conditioner are you using?" Lin Puzhi asked, pretending to be interested.

Ha Joo-hee did not respond.

Lin Puzhi then turned his head and began to look through Jang Nara's shopping bag.

"Wow! Nara, what good stuff is in your shopping bag? Do you have any snacks or something? Let me try some..."

Before Lin Puzhi could finish speaking, his fingers touched a soft fabric.

He instinctively pulled it out from under the plastic bag.

Pink, with lace trim, and scented.

The air in the coffee shop felt like it had been sucked out.

Winter Melon Cat opened one eye, Ha Joo-hee's hand, which was wiping a cup, was suspended in mid-air, and Jang Nara's latte cup was at her lips.

Three minutes later.

Lin Puzhi stood at a distance, holding a winter melon.

He was forbidden from approaching the bar.

Jang Nara: "Shameless!"

Ha Joo-hee: "Vulgar!"

Jang Nara: "Pervert!"

Ha Joo-hee: "Disgusting!"

The two looked at each other for a moment, then simultaneously looked away.

At that moment, they seemed to be in perfect sync, like best friends of many years.

Just as Lin Puzhi was about to use his silver tongue to argue his point, Zhang Nara's phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and her brow twitched slightly.

She answered the phone, her voice very low.

"Feed—um, in Seoul—now?—Okay, I got it."

She hung up the phone, stood by the bar, and didn't leave immediately.

He tapped the phone screen twice with his finger, then looked up with an indescribable expression on his face.

"My dad," she said.

Lin Puzhi looked at her.

"He's in Shenyang. He set up a small theater and asked me to go there and perform a skit." Jang Nara put her phone in her pocket. "A chance for a comeback."

"What skit?"

"The book 'Learning Chinese' tells the story of a foreigner who makes a lot of funny mistakes because his Chinese isn't very good." Her lips curved slightly. "For example, when a foreigner is having a conversation in not-so-fluent Chinese, he might mispronounce words or misunderstand the meaning."

"When are you leaving?"

"My flight is tonight."

The coffee shop fell silent for a moment.

"That's good," Lin Puzhi said.

"Mm," Jang Nara said.

She stood by the bar, motionless.

Ha Joo-hee picked up the empty latte cup from the bar, put it in the sink, and turned on the tap.

The sound of flowing water filled the entire coffee shop.

Jang Nara listened to the sound of water and suddenly smiled.

"You know what? My dad came up with the name of this skit. He said, 'You've been filming in China for so long, but your Chinese is still halting. Why not write this process into a skit so the audience can laugh at you and you won't feel embarrassed anymore.'"

"You agreed?"

"I agree," Jang Nara said. "It's better to be laughed at than to be forgotten."

She tightened her scarf, walked towards the door, and the wind chimes rang.

Jang Nara is gone; she didn't get the answer she wanted today.

Only Lin Puzhi and He Zhuxi remained in the coffee shop.

The tap was still running. He Zhuxi fished the coffee cup out of the sink and turned it upside down on the drain rack.

The coffee stains on the cup have been rinsed away, leaving only a very faint watermark.

"She's gone," Ha Joo-hee said.

"Um."

Your rambling today was truly awful.

"I know."

Lin Puzhi looked at her.

Ha Joo-hee turned off the tap, turned around, and leaned against the bar.

Lin Puzhi looked down at the winter melon in his arms.

Winter Melon was fast asleep, its tail draped over his wrist, breathing evenly, its belly rising and falling.

"I can choose winter melon."

"Winter melon is just a cat."

"Why not cats? Are you discriminating against cats? I'm going to report you to the animal protection association."

Ha Joo-hee looked at him for a few seconds, then said, "I just said, your ramblings today were really awful."

"You are not a cat. A cat's world is small and simple."

Lin Puzhi did not speak again.

He opened the system panel.

[Current balance of good deeds: 367 points.]

[The backlash has ended after 67 minutes. We wish the host good health and all the best.]

Winter Melon rolled over in Lin Puzhi's arms, exposing its belly, lying on its back with its four paws in the air and its tail dangling slowly in the air.

Lin Puzhi looked down at it. The winter melon's belly was light orange, rising and falling with its breath like a small piece of sand being blown by the wind.

I can't choose a cat just because I'm not a cat.

I am not the original owner's mother, so why can't I choose to have it all?

She couldn't draw four "South" cards because of bad luck, but would I?

I'm a man with a system.

It's the skill [Strong Luck]...

Even if I, Lin Puzhi, die, never get another role, and never use this skill again!