Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Chapter 80 Looking forward to going to sea

Lin Zhixun practiced for another half hour when he heard noises downstairs.

Someone was talking to the social worker; their voice wasn't loud, but their tone was very polite.

Lin Zhixun stopped and listened for a while.

The footsteps came up the stairs, getting closer and closer.

A person appeared at the door of the activity room.

The woman, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with short hair and no makeup, wore a dark blue cotton coat and was carrying two large bags of snacks.

She looked visibly tired, as if she had traveled a long way.

"Hello." The woman nodded to Lim Ji-hoon and IU. "I'm the newly transferred acting director, my surname is Choi, Choi Eun-hee. The Social Work Bureau notified me to come and take over this afternoon."

She put the snack bag on the ground, squatted down, and looked at the children.

Xiuyan shrank back and hid behind IU.

Choi Eun-hee didn't reach out to touch her, but kept her distance and said softly, "It's okay, I won't touch you."

Then she stood up and explained to IU and Lim Ji-hoon, "I worked here in Incheon for six years before, but I was transferred to another branch for personal reasons. So this time, the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau transferred me back because I am more familiar with the work here."

Choi Eun-hee spoke sincerely and in a kind tone, but Lim Ji-hoon did not believe her completely.

Lin Zhixun looked at her and silently recited a sentence in his heart.

"System, use [Identification] on Choi Eun-hee."

【Choi Eun-hee | Kind Person & Guardian | Luck: 32%】

Good people.

Lin Zhixun's shoulders relaxed.

He himself didn't realize that his shoulders had been tense ever since he entered the courtyard.

"Dean Cui," Lin Zhixun said.

"Um?"

"Children...please."

Choi Eun-hee glanced at him and nodded.

"rest assured."

It was just two words, but Lin Zhixun believed them.

IU observed Lim Ji-hoon's changing expression. Although she didn't know why he suddenly relaxed, she could feel that the breath he had been holding in had finally dissipated.

"Let's go." IU patted her pants and stood up. "That scene is tomorrow."

Lin Zhixun put his guitar away and said goodbye to Cui Enxi.

The two came out of the Sunflower House before it got completely dark.

IU walked ahead, her phone tucked between her ear and shoulder, talking to her manager.

Lin Chih-hsun followed two steps behind, carrying the borrowed wooden guitar in his hand.

"Okay...okay, I got it. Be on set at 2 PM tomorrow...Alright, bye."

IU put her phone away, turned around, and walked backwards to face Lin Zhixun.

"The schedule for tomorrow has been confirmed. You need to be at the school gymnasium at 2 PM, and get your makeup done at 1:30 PM. The director said he's given you half an hour for a runway walk."

"What can you do in half an hour?"

"That'll keep you on edge for half an hour."

Lin Zhixun rolled his eyes.

IU suppressed a laugh and continued, "Oh, right, Representative Bae also mentioned something yesterday."

"What?"

"Out of 800 people, 300 are your fans."

Lin Zhixun paused for a moment.

"Am I a fan of his looks or his acting skills?"

"Neither," IU said happily at the thought, "It's your male fans, and the fans who ship you and Song Joong-ki."

Lim Ji-hoon: "..."

Three hundred fake fans.

"You don't look well," IU observed him.

"No, I'm thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"If I deliberately mess up my performance tomorrow, will those 300 fans unfollow me on the spot?"

IU burst out laughing, but quickly stopped herself afterward.

"No, fans have a very strong filter. Even if you hiccup on stage, they'll still think you're cute."

"What should I perform tomorrow for them to be willing to unfollow me?"

"If you kiss another girl on the spot, the CP fans might leave."

"Great idea, all we need now is a female lead."

"Where would you lack leading ladies? You and Suzy aren't..."

IU thought about it but didn't say anything, since she couldn't explain how she knew about it.

"What's between me and Suzy?"

IU shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

The two walked to the intersection, where IU's van was parked in front of the convenience store.

The driver was waiting in the car. When he saw IU coming over, he rolled down the window and greeted her.

IU opened the car door, stepped on it with one foot, and then looked back at Lin Zhixun.

"Practice it a couple more times when you get home tonight, but don't practice too late. You need to get up early to put on makeup tomorrow."

"Okay, Mom."

IU's cheeks puffed out slightly.

"Can't you be serious for once?"

"I've always been perfectly normal."

IU snorted, got into the car, and said to the driver:

"Let's go."

"Yes."

The driver wiped away a cold sweat, pretending not to have heard the conversation, and muttered to himself:

The Korean entertainment industry is really ruthless. If my daughter ever says she wants to be an idol, I'll break her legs.

……

That night, Lin Chih-hsun returned to his dormitory, placed his guitar against the bed, and sat on the floor to start practicing.

I practiced "Dream High" three times, and I had no problems each time.

The pitch is accurate, the rhythm is steady, and the breath control is sufficient.

But he always felt something was missing.

The "emotion" that IU mentioned was found at the welfare home this afternoon.

But that was because of anger.

But "Dream High" isn't about anger; it's an uplifting, courageous, and inspiring song.

What can he find when facing eight hundred strangers tomorrow?

……

the next day.

A high school gymnasium in Incheon.

When Lin Zhixun arrived, a long line had already formed outside the stadium.

With 800 fans, extras, and staff, the entrance to the stadium looked like a concert ticket gate.

Representative Pei was waiting for him at the door of the dressing room. When he saw him coming, she looked him up and down.

"nervous?"

"I'm not nervous."

"Your eyes are dark."

"I've been possessed by a deity."

Representative Pei was taken aback. "What god has dark circles under their eyes and can still sing for you?"

G-Dragon.

"He has dark circles under his eyes? And what kind of god is he?"

"He has dark circles under his eyes, that's why he wears such heavy smoky makeup. Also, he's Du Haitao's god. Representative Pei, I'm only telling you this, so don't spread it around."

"...Who is Du Haitao? And I would never spread such lies about you. Hurry up and get your makeup done, the show is about to start."

The makeup artist gave Lin Zhixun a simple makeover, and his school uniform was already hanging on the hanger.

White shirt, dark blue suit jacket, red tie.

Standard South Korean high school uniform.

Lin Zhixun changed his clothes and glanced at himself in the mirror.

He admitted that the person in the mirror was indeed handsome.

But what's the use of being handsome? Being handsome can't make him sing.

Lin Chih-hsun came out of the dressing room and walked along the corridor toward the stadium.

As they drew closer, the voices grew louder.

Lin Chih-hsun stopped at the side entrance of the stadium.

You can see what's inside through the crack in the door.

All 800 seats were fully occupied.