Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Lin Zhixun took a sip of the beer can, which was covered in Korean writing.

This was the first time he had ever drunk alcohol in his life.

In the original owner's memories, he had never drunk it.

His father forbade him from drinking alcohol, saying it would affect his brain and be bad for his studies.

"I wonder how much alcohol this body can handle?"

In his past life, he worked in Japan and developed a high alcohol tolerance.

Lin Chih-hsun drank his wine like a curious child, sip by sip.

They didn't speak up on their own initiative.

He knew that the one drinking alone would take the initiative to speak.

All he needs to do is listen.

Suzy finally spoke.

"That news about Park Hye-sang these past few days..."

"It makes me afraid every moment."

Will I follow in her footsteps?

"My manager told me that Park Hye-sang committed suicide because of depression, and told me not to overthink it."

Suzy's fingers tightened.

The beer bottle made a slight dent when squeezed.

"But I just can't believe it."

"Last year it was Jang Ja-yeon, this year it's Park Hye-sang, what about next year?"

Bae Suzy smiled.

The laughter revealed a tendency toward self-destruction.

"How is Bae Suzy doing?"

She took a big gulp of wine and then casually tossed the empty can aside.

The empty can made a crisp metallic clanging sound on the floor, which made Lin Zhixun's heart skip a beat.

"Perhaps... after I become a hit in a certain drama, I will be noticed by a chaebol, and then my agent will personally send me to the chaebol's bed."

"Perhaps... I won't be able to make a single drama popular, and in order to recoup the investment in me, the company will make me sleep with chaebols."

"I only became an idol to ease the burden on my family..."

"Is this job just about putting on a fake smile for fans and having money fall from the sky?"

After saying those words, Bae Suzy reached for the next can of beer.

Lin Zhixun didn't know what to say to comfort him.

In these situations, only you can make peace with yourself.

Otherwise, it won't matter whether others advise you to continue being an idol or not.

But Lin Zhixun knew that when a woman is sad, you should cheer her up.

Lin Zhixun spoke up.

"Wait for me a moment."

He stood up, took out his phone, pressed a few buttons, and placed it on the bedside table.

I connected to a portable speaker via Bluetooth.

That was lent to him by the props team for practicing his lines.

A light, upbeat drumbeat emanated from the speaker. It wasn't dance music, but rather a jazz tune often played by street performers, with a playful rhythm and a touch of dark humor.

Lin Chih-hsun suddenly switched to the energetic tone of an idol promoting a song:

"Hey! Bae Suzy, tonight's special guest, look over here! Lim Ji-hoon's exclusive performance is about to begin!"

Bae Suzy, in a daze, put down the bottle and peered through the hole into Lim Ji-hoon's room.

She saw it.

Lin Chih-hsun took a deep breath, clenched his fists and raised them to his chest, then suddenly opened his arms wide, like a gymnast taking his place on stage.

This is the preparatory section for the ninth set of national middle school broadcast gymnastics, "Dancing Youth".

Stepping, stretching, chest expansion, torso rotation—each movement precise and rhythmic, as if a metronome had come to life.

"What you're seeing now is my trump card, the ninth set of national middle school broadcast gymnastics—'Dancing Youth'!"

"In South Korea, this set of gymnastics is considered equivalent to an intangible cultural heritage."

After he finished his last deep breath of cool-down exercises and slowly lowered his hands from his chest, a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"What is he doing?" Bae Suzy wondered.

She was probably dreaming; she had absolutely no idea what this man was doing.

After Lin Zhixun finished his radio calisthenics.

He seamlessly transitioned, singing a cappella...

"Aha! Listen boy——my first love story——"

It's "Gee".

Girls' Generation's "Gee," which won nine number one awards and was played everywhere.

Lin Chih-hsun's voice wasn't unpleasant, but he deliberately raised each note by half an octave, making it sound like a tearful confession or a cat whose tail had been caught in a door.

As he sang, he added a set of dance moves to his routine.

It's actually a body-twisting exercise adapted from radio calisthenics. You put your hands on your hips, turn your body to the left and right, and sing "Gee Gee Gee Gee baby baby".

He spread his hands out towards the hole in the wall, tilted his head, and imitated Kim Tae-yeon's signature expression in the music video.

Tilting his head, blinking, and making a heart shape with his fingers.

It's only 30% as cute as the original, but its confidence is 200% as strong.

"Pfft—" Bae Suzy was amused by this scene.

She has completely replaced Kim Tae-yeon's face in this song's music video with Lin Zhixun's face.

After Lin Chih-hsun finished singing the "Gee Gee Gee Gee" part.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground, his knees hitting the ground first, and then his whole body lay face down on the floor.

With limbs outstretched and face buried in arms, he remained motionless.

Bae Suzy was startled.

"Hey—senpai, are you alright?!"

Bae Suzy reached out to touch Lim Ji-hoon's body, but they were too far apart to reach each other.

Just as Bae Suzy was considering whether to open an even bigger hole and break in.

Lin Zhixun is alive.

Lin Chih-hsun suddenly raised his head, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, like someone pulled from the bottom of the water taking their first breath of air.

"This is a performance depicting someone who has drowned and come ashore," Bae Suzy suddenly realized.

It's not that she's particularly smart, but rather that her performance was truly brilliant.

It was so impressive that even without water, she could understand what Lin Zhixun was doing.

After emerging from the "water," Lin Chih-hsun immediately began the next segment of his performance.

He grabbed a piece of clothing from the bed and started swinging it around.

"Use the nunchucks! Heh heh ha hee!"

"Use the nunchucks! Heh heh ha hee!"

Bae Suzy doesn't understand Chinese, but she can tell that Lim Ji-hoon is performing nunchaku.

As she looked at the figure, she suddenly felt a peace she had never known before.

He might be the real idol in the hearts of his fans.

Even if there is only one person in the audience.

Idols will also do their best to perform for the fans in the audience.

Lin Chih-hsun is still performing.

He pulled the worn-out deck of cards out of his pocket and shuffled it clumsily a couple of times.

He flipped the playing cards between his fingers, and although several cards fell out, he still managed to collect them in his palm.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now comes the moment of witnessing a miracle. This is the banana milk carton that Ham Eun-jung drank from!"

He picked up the banana milk carton from the bedside table and held it up to the wall to show it off.

Then he tossed the playing cards into the air and quickly made a fancy crossed hand gesture.

The playing cards clattered to the ground, scattering everywhere, while the banana milk carton remained in his left hand.

He switched the banana milk carton to his right hand, twirled his left hand in the air, and then quickly covered his right hand with it.

"Performance a success!"

"How was my magic trick, 'Transforming Ham Eun-jung's Banana Milk Carton'?"

no answer.

Lin Zhixun looked into the hole and saw that Xiuzhi's head was placed on the hole, as if it were embedded in the wall.

A happy smile played on his lips.

Lin Zhixun breathed a sigh of relief.

He gave it his all, even belting out Chinese songs.

Finally, the woman's tears were stopped.