Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

The rain in Itaewon hasn't stopped yet.

The black van screeched to a halt at the entrance to the back alley. Sulli grabbed Yoona's wrist, looking like a high school girl who had just snagged a limited-edition item, too lazy to even properly hold up her umbrella.

Yoona was dragged along by her until she staggered, her face filled with utter despair.

"Hey, Choi Jin-ri, are you inspecting your territory, or are you preparing to storm in and ransack the place?"

"They're pretty much the same." Choi Sulli pushed her sunglasses up her head, her tone sounding quite serious. "Oppa asked me to look after my sister, so of course I have to act like a boss lady."

Im Yoon-ah's eyelids twitched as she listened.

The way she said "boss lady" came out of her mouth was so natural.

Security guard Lao Li was already waiting by the back door of the bar.

As soon as he saw Choi Sulli, he immediately understood and opened the door, even turning slightly to the side to give this "boss lady" the respect she deserved.

"Miss Shirley is in a private room on the second floor."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Choi Sulli waved with a smile, then picked up her afternoon tea bag and trotted inside in her little leather boots.

Lin Yoona followed behind and glanced silently at security guard Lao Li.

The other person's expression was very calm.

It was so calm that it felt like every day, a female celebrity would come to this bar with desserts to check up on underage girls.

She suddenly realized that she still knew too little.

The door to the private room on the second floor was ajar.

The room was lit by a warm yellow light. A math test paper was spread out on the table, with half a box of fried chicken and a can of cola next to it.

Liu Zhimin was wearing a white T-shirt that was clearly two sizes too big, her long black hair was a bit messy, and there was a bit of fried chicken crumb on the corner of her mouth. She was frowning and struggling with a function problem.

His expression didn't look like he was doing a problem; it looked more like he was plotting how to assassinate the teacher who set the problem.

The moment the door was pushed open, the little girl immediately looked up.

Seeing two glamorous seniors standing at the door, she visibly stiffened for a moment, and the next second she instinctively gripped the remaining half of the fried chicken tightly.

"Who are you?" She shrank back, as wary as a stray cat guarding its food.

He hadn't put down the fried chicken in his hand yet.

Choi Sulli stared at her for two seconds, then her eyes lit up.

"Daiba!! So cute."

Ryu Jimin: "..."

What a dangerous statement! Im Yoona, standing at the door, almost burst out laughing.

Sulli wasn't shy at all; she plopped down next to Yoo Jimin and placed the expensive afternoon tea bag she was holding on the table.

"I'm the bar owner's girlfriend."

She thought for a moment and then added, "You can also call her the boss's wife and sister-in-law."

Liu Zhimin's face fell, completely bewildered. "Sister-in-law?"

"Hmm." Choi Sulli smiled, her eyes crinkling, and casually took out an outrageously exquisite dessert box from the paper bag. "Here, your sister-in-law brought you a cake."

"I don't want it." Liu Zhimin was incredibly stubborn, just like Choi Sulli before her confession, but her eyes had already drifted to the box.

Creamy chestnut tart, strawberry mille-feuille, and a row of beautifully colored macarons.

Each one exudes a sinful scent that is irresistible to minors.

Sulli ignored her refusal and shoved the small fork into her hand.

"You have to take it even if you don't want it."

"You got caught in the rain last night and were struggling with math problems today, so you need to replenish your sugar levels."

Liu Zhimin, holding the fork helplessly, was still arguing, "I'm not a child."

"Yes, yes, you're not a child."

Choi Sulli opened the strawberry mille-feuille, scooped out a large spoonful, and held it to her lips, her tone incredibly doting, "So, mature adult Yoo Jimin-ssi, can you open your mouth yourself?"

Liu Zhimin stared at the spoonful of cake, her defenses only lasting three seconds.

She took a small bite, and her eyes lit up the next second.

Yoona finally couldn't help but laugh, leaning against the doorframe. "Truth, your ability to be so outgoing is truly a gift from someone."

"No way." Choi Sulli wasn't embarrassed at all, and even took a tissue to wipe Yoo Jimin's mouth. "I'm clearly a naturally gifted athlete."

Liu Zhimin blushed as her face was wiped and immediately turned her head away.

"I can wipe it myself."

"Okay, cool and gentle Master Zhimin."

"Don't call me that!"

A few minutes later, the high-calorie sugar officially broke through Liu Zhimin's defenses.

The little girl, who was originally covered in thorns, is now sitting on the sofa with a box of macarons in her arms, her mouth stuffed full, and even her eyes are much more lively.

Sulli sat to her left, and Yoona sat to her right.

The three people were separated by fried chicken, dessert, and that pitiful math test paper.

Age difference, status difference, and the generation gap between a senior girl group member and a junior high school student are completely insignificant in the face of cream and sugar.

"So he really forced you to do math problems?" Choi Sulli asked in shock.

Liu Zhimin nodded vigorously, still chewing on a macaron.

"He's just a cold-blooded, sharp-tongued old man."

"I was already in such a terrible state last night, and he still had the security guard put the test paper on the table, saying he would write two pages after eating fried chicken."

"Two pages! Is this something a human being could do?"

Sulli slammed her hand on the table, her expression one of utter indignation. "That's outrageous!"

Yoona looked at her silently. "Your boyfriend is being called a tyrant, how come you're still happy?"

Sulli got more and more excited as she spoke: "Let me tell you, he's a real bully at home too."

"For example?" Liu Zhimin immediately leaned closer.

"For example, he would tell me what to do with ice cream, not let me eat too much spicy rice cake late at night, and he would also..."

At this point, Choi Sulli suddenly revealed a meaningful smile.

Im Yoona's eyelids twitched, and she immediately coughed violently. "Cough!"

Both of them were looking at her at the same time.

With a blank expression, Lim Yoona picked up the math test paper and placed it directly in the center of the table.

"Alright, that's all for the underage channel."

She picked up her pen and abruptly changed the subject, "Let's look at this function problem now."

Liu Zhimin's face fell. Cui Xueli also slumped onto the table.

"Unnie, you're so cruel."

"I'm saving you all." Lim Yoona tapped the test paper with her pen. "Especially you, Choi Jin-ri."

"What's wrong with me?"

"Your expression just now was dangerous."

Choi Sulli blinked, feigning innocence.

Liu Zhimin looked at this and then at that, and suddenly felt as if she had missed some adult secret.

Before she could speak, Yoona had already shoved the pen into her hand.

"Let's find the domain first."

Ryu Jimin: "..."

What a ruthless older sister.

the other side.

In his private villa in Munich, Li Jixun had just returned home after finishing intensive recovery training at the training base.

Before he could even take off his coat, the security guard pushed in a huge international package.

The package originated from Seoul.

The sender had written a very arrogant name.

Boss Cui's wife.

Li Chixun's lips twitched as he looked at those four words.

This girl is really getting better and better at creating drama for herself.

Thomas Muller, who happened to be there to freeload, peeked out from the kitchen with an unwashed carrot in his hand.

"Leon, what's this?"

"A package sent from South Korea."

Muller immediately became interested. "The heart-shaped blind box from that mysterious Korean girlfriend?"

"Can you please stop being so excited, like a gossip reporter?"

"cannot."

Müller had already come over and squatted down next to the box, his expression even more serious than when he was dismantling the Champions League trophy.

Li Chixun ignored him and used a knife to cut the tape.

When the box was opened, there was a pink sticky note on top.

[Oppa, this is a territory marker I added to my home in Munich. Don't you dare dislike it!]

Li Chixun raised an eyebrow.

The next second, Muller pulled out a pair of pink plush slippers from inside.

The slippers also have two exaggerated peach smiley faces printed on the front.

They're incredibly arrogant and unreasonable.

Müller was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Leon! You're finished!"

"You're about to go from Bayern Munich's right-wing killer to a pink-obsessed maniac completely controlled by your girlfriend!"

"I'm definitely going to tell everyone in the locker room tomorrow!"

Li Chixun took the slippers expressionlessly. Before Muller could finish laughing, the slippers were already smeared on his face.

"Shut up."

Muller covered his face and took two steps back, laughing even louder. "Is this an attack of love?"

"This is a pre-dinner warning." Lee Chi-hoon tossed the slippers into his arms, revealing a very kind smile. "You're not allowed to wear shoes in my house tonight."

Muller was stunned.

Lee Chi-hoon pointed to the pair of pink slippers.

"You have to put it on."

"Otherwise, get out and starve now."

Muller looked down at the peach-shaped slippers in his hand, then at the beef soup that had just started simmering in the kitchen.

Between his male pride and dinner, he hesitated for less than a second.

"Actually, pink suits German men quite well too." He put on his slippers with a serious expression.

Li Chixun almost lost his composure.

There was also a new album by Girls' Generation in the box, with the cover featuring the signatures and lip prints of all the members.

There was a small card written by Lim Yoona tucked in next to it.

Thank you for the hospitality and help; this album is a token of everyone's appreciation. Please don't let Muller spread rumors.

Muller had already moved closer, staring intently at the lip print.

"Leon, I think your life is really dangerous."

"How so?"

"Your girlfriend is asserting her dominance, and her predecessors are expanding their diplomatic influence."

Muller stroked his chin, his tone deep, "You're already surrounded by K-pop girl groups."

Lee Ji-hoon carefully put the album away and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, you'll be doing the dishes tonight."

Why?

"Because you know too much."

It was late at night in Munich, while it was a rainy afternoon in Seoul.

Lee Chi-hoon answered the video call from Leon's bar right on time.

The moment the screen lit up, he saw an absurd yet harmonious scene.

The originally cool and aloof little stray cat, Yoo Jimin, had two pink bows forcibly tied around her head by Choi Sulli. Her left hand was pressed against Im Yoona, and her right hand was holding Choi Sulli's hand.

Three people were sitting around a bar table, eating a steaming bowl of Korean beef hot pot.

There was an unfinished math test paper on the table.

Li Chixun fell silent.

"Yoo Jimin."

"What?" the little girl asked, still chewing on a piece of beef.

"You look like a villainous kitten kidnapped to a princess party."

Liu Zhimin immediately rolled her eyes. Little Peach also rolled her eyes and joined in the fun.

After hesitating for a moment, Yoona, true to form, gave him a beautiful eye roll.

Three consecutive eye rolls.

Lee Chi-hoon leaned back on the sofa and chuckled helplessly.

"Not bad, not bad, now they've all learned to form alliances."

"We are now a victims' alliance," Choi Sulli said, pointing at the screen with her chopsticks, "specifically to resist your tyranny."

Liu Zhimin nodded immediately. "That's right, resisting the tyrant who forces minors to do math homework."

Yoona then added slowly, "And there are dangerous men who casually mess up other people's lives."

Lee Ji-hoon raised an eyebrow. "Yoona-ssi, you didn't say that when you ate my cooking."

Lin Yoona paused, her ears turning slightly red.

Sulli immediately covered her mouth and chuckled.

Although Liu Zhimin didn't know exactly what had happened, she was clever and immediately joined in the commotion.

"Oh—Yoona unnie has been caught red-handed."

"Oh, you little rascal, eat your meat properly."

The voice just fell.

The wind chimes at the back door of the bar suddenly started ringing rapidly.

"Ring ring—"

The next second, a comical yet solid thud came from the foyer.

*Bang!* The three girls on the screen turned around at the same time.

Sulli was the first to stand up. "What was that sound?"

Yoona also stood up, while Yoo Jimin, with a piece of beef still in her mouth, looked wary.

The camera was shaken slightly by Peach.

Through the screen, Lee Chi-hoon saw a delivery girl wearing a yellow raincoat that was clearly two sizes too big and a safety helmet, lying on the lobby floor with the scrambled rice cakes she was delivering.

She fell quite awkwardly, rain dripping down her raincoat, but she held the fried rice cakes in the plastic bag tightly to her chest.

"I'm so sorry!"

The girl hurriedly got up, her voice carrying a slight foreign accent.

"The doorway was too slippery; I didn't slip and fall in on purpose!"

Sulli and Yoona quickly went over to help her.

Liu Zhimin also put down her chopsticks, muttering under her breath, "That's so stupid..."

After helping her remove her dripping helmet, a delicate yet naturally naive face was revealed.

The girl's eyes were slightly red, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold, yet she kept bowing.

"I'm really sorry, I'll pay for the floorboards by the door."

"No need, no need." Im Yoona quickly helped her up. "Don't bow anymore, or your helmet will fall off."

Choi Sulli stared at her, her eyes lighting up again.

"Daaaah, another cute little sister has arrived! Oppa, did you see that? Now I have three little sisters!"

Li Chixun's brow twitched slightly as he watched the chaotic scene on the other side of the screen.

Just then, the electronic voice that had been quiet in my mind for only two days suddenly popped up again, accompanied by a familiar electrical sound.

[Contact with an unusual special bond has been detected]

[Chain Agility Skill: Deadly Rhythm (Pending Activation)]

Li Chixun closed his eyes.

Good, he knew it.

This damn system is no longer installed at all.

What FIFA football? It should just be renamed Peninsula Girls' Club Shelter.

On the other side of the screen, Choi Sulli was supporting the girl in the yellow raincoat, Yoo Jimin was watching warily with a hot pot ladle in her hand, and Im Yoona was handing her tissues while comforting her.

Lee Chi-hoon pinched the bridge of his nose, looking at the drenched, clumsy Shiba Inu that kept bowing and apologizing, with tears welling up in its eyes, and finally let out a helpless sigh.