Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

On December 10, 2010, Girls' Generation won the Gold Disc Award for Album of the Year and the Popularity Award together with SHINee.

They became the triple crown winners, making them the most dazzling group at the awards ceremony.

"That's great, when will T-ara achieve this kind of success?"

Today, after filming wrapped up for "Dream High," Ham Eun-jung saw this news while giving dance lessons to Lim Ji-hoon.

Lin Zhixun glanced at it.

In the news, the nine people in the photo stood on the stage, shining brightly.

He comforted Ham Eun-jung, saying, "People's dreams never end, but people have limits."

Ham Eun-jung gave Lim Ji-hoon a strange look: "What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is—you have to be a complete idiot to win this award."

"Look at Girls' Generation, they only sleep three or four hours a day, and spend the remaining twenty hours rushing to meet their schedules. Your appetite is so big, one meal is enough for the whole group. You can get by if you don't act like a human being."

Before he could finish speaking, Ham Eun-jung punched him in the arm with a dull thud.

Lin Zhixun grimaced and rubbed his arm, wisely shutting his mouth, but the gloating smile in his eyes had not yet faded.

The second half of the rehearsal took place in a subtle silence.

Ham Eun-jung held up a clapper and counted "one, one, two, two, three, three, four, four," while Lin Chih-hsun, sweating profusely, tapped out the drumbeats in front of a mirror. The two were separated by a full-length mirror, and the atmosphere seemed peaceful.

Just as filming wrapped up, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the film set, as a large silver-gray food truck slowly backed into the parking lot.

The side of the car features an enlarged still from the movie "Moon Jae-shin," accompanied by the caption "Eat more, you rascal."

Lin Zhixun glanced out the rehearsal room window and blurted out, "This woman is really fast."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept past behind him.

Ham Eun-jung appeared in the parking lot at top speed, holding a coffee and cookies in her hand, with half a chocolate cookie still dangling from her lips.

"Is this your support truck?"

Ham Eun-jung looked up at the stills of Moon Jae-shin on the side of the car, then lowered her head and took a bite of a cookie.

"What drama did you film before? Your appearance is alright."

"Sungkyunkwan Scandal? Didn't you just have dinner?"

Ham Eun-jung casually took the newly opened iced Americano, drank half of it in one gulp, then picked up a full plate of stir-fried rice cakes and two scoops of ice cream, straddled the prop box next to her with her long legs, and set up her stance.

Lin Zhixun stood by the food cart, holding a hot Americano in his hand, watching her devour a plate of stir-fried rice cakes with a complicated expression, as if she hadn't just eaten dinner.

Bae Suzy arrived at some point, holding a small cup of hot cocoa, quietly looking at Lim Ji-hoon's photo on the support truck.

"What drama did you film before? Your appearance is alright."

Is the essence of humanity just a repeating machine? Why is it this line again!

Lin Zhixun helplessly repeated what he had just said:

"Sungkyunkwan Scandal"

After swallowing the food in her mouth, Ham Eun-jung took a moment to answer Lim Ji-hoon's question.

"That was just a warm-up, like warming up before dancing to prevent sprains."

"You should also warm up before eating."

As she spoke, she stuffed another piece of fried rice cake into her mouth and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Besides, you just cursed me, so I won't feel right if I don't eat more."

She then asked the food truck server for ice cream.

The ice cream was freshly taken out of the freezer, frozen solid. She chewed it in big bites, her teeth aching from the cold, but she still wouldn't stop.

Lin Zhixun was too lazy to argue with her, so he took his coffee and went to chat with Suzy.

When he turned around again, he found that the plate of stir-fried rice cakes in Ham Eun-jung's hand was almost empty, and there were two empty ice cream cups next to her.

"Don't you think you've eaten too much?" he couldn't help but ask.

I don't think so.

She spoke slowly and deliberately, then took a big gulp of iced Americano, swallowed the last cookie, and stood up to clap her hands.

"Okay, thank you for the treat. I feel much better now."

However, her bold words did not last long.

As the show ended, Lin Chih-hsun was helping to pack up the food cart when he suddenly heard a suppressed groan coming from the prop box.

Ham Eun-jung was curled up next to the prop box, one hand covering her stomach and the other hand holding onto a clothes rack full of props and costumes. Her face was paler than the lighting on set.

"...Shiho."

Lin Zhixun walked over and bent down to look at her.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Her brows were furrowed, her lips were pressed tightly together, and the beads of sweat on her forehead glistened slightly in the cold wind.

"stomachache."

She gritted her teeth and spat out a sentence, her voice hoarse as if squeezed out from between her teeth.

"How could your stomach not hurt after eating so much ice cream? Even Girls' Generation had to squat when they had an upset stomach."

He knelt down and raised his hand to check her temperature on her forehead.

I didn't have a fever, but my palms were covered in cold sweat.

He took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, then looked up and spotted Soo-ji in the crowd.

He asked her to help find the crew's usual medicines, including those that could stop diarrhea, soothe the stomach, and aid digestion.

Suzy glanced at Ham Eun-jung, asked nothing, and got up to run to the film set's medical station.

Ham Eun-jung gritted her teeth, buried her face in her knees, and her muffled voice squeezed out from between her legs:

"It's all your fault for cursing me."

Lin Zhixun squatted down next to her without moving, shielding her from the draft coming from the ginkgo tree, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Is this my fault too?"

"If it's not your fault, who else is it? If it weren't for you, would I have gotten angry and eaten so much?"

"You eat quite a lot even when you're not angry."

"You're making me angry again."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm a rebellious disciple."

Ham Eun-jung lifted her face from her knees and glared at him.

Those eyes were misty with tears from the abdominal pain, but their lethality remained undiminished.

"What kind of traitor are you? You're defying the heavens! You cursed me to not get a gold record and even cursed me to have a stomachache."

"You caused your stomachache by what you ate, don't try to shift the blame."

"That's because you made me eat it."

"You'll eat it just because I made you eat it?"

She buried her face in her knees, her voice muffled, but with a familiar arrogance compared to before:

"When T-ara surpasses Girls' Generation one day, the first thing I'll say in my speech is that Lin Chih-hsun said I couldn't be a decent human being, and then you'll see how the media writes about you."

"That's called free publicity, thank you."

This is the scene that Bae Suzy saw when she ran back carrying the medicine bag.

Ham Eun-jung, wrapped in Lin Zhixun's coat, squatted next to the prop box, her face as white as paper, still arguing with people.

Lin Chih-hsun squatted down next to her to shield her from the wind. The two of them chatted back and forth, while a group of staff members pretended to pack up equipment but were actually secretly observing the situation.

"I've brought the antidiarrheal medicine, stomach medicine, and heat packs."

Suzy composed herself, put on a professional fake smile, and walked over.

She opened the medicine bag, squatted down in front of Ham Eun-jung, and deftly opened a pack of hand warmers and stuffed it into Ham Eun-jung's hand that was rubbing her stomach.

He then unscrewed the thermos and handed it to her, saying, "Warm water, take your medicine first."

Ham Eun-jung took the pills obediently and swallowed them. Then she held the heat packs in her hands and pressed them against her stomach, looking like a cat curled up next to a radiator.

A gust of wind blew in from the set, and she shrank even deeper into Lin Chih-hsun's jacket.

Bae Yong-joon strolled over at some point, carrying a hot coffee he had taken from the support food truck.

He stood a few steps away, surveying Ham Eun-jung's "defeated" state, then glanced at the food truck on the wall that read "Eat More, You're So Arrogant," and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Who wrote the tagline for this support truck? It's really fitting for the occasion."

"A friend of mine, someone outside the entertainment industry," Lin Chih-hsun replied.

Bae Yong-joon nodded, took a sip of coffee, and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and said:

"Go back and drink some hot water. Tomorrow's rehearsal will be postponed by an hour."

It's unclear whether it was said to Ham Eun-jung, to Lim Ji-hoon, or to both of them.

Ham Eun-jung peeked out from her coat collar, watching Representative Bae walk away, then lowered her voice and said to Lim Ji-hoon:

"It's over, my image in Representative Pei's eyes is completely ruined."

What image do you have in his mind?

"At least he wasn't squatting next to the prop box clutching his stomach."

"Then I'll change the prop box. What do you like to squat next to while clutching your stomach?"