Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 104 Legs! All legs! (4k)

Liu Zimu stood at the entrance of the SourceMusic building and looked up at the building.

The place is small and doesn't have the grandeur of SM or YG.

Jin Qiutian stood next to him, her hands gripping the hem of her hoodie again.

She didn't tuck her head into her collar today, but her lips were pursed, and she seemed a little nervous.

"Oppa," the little girl's voice was a little unsteady, "you really don't know any of the seniors here?"

Liu Zimu thought to himself, "This company is one-fifth mine, but I haven't met their president yet."

If Park Hyun-woo were to go and make the introductions, it would look like a work inspection, which would be too pretentious.

"I don't know him." He told the truth, steeling himself and deciding to bite the bullet and go ahead. "Let's go in and ask."

Jin Qiutian's feet were rooted to the ground, her face full of anxiety: "Oppa, what if they won't let us in?"

"If they won't let you in, then figure out a way." Liu Ziming turned and glanced at her. "What's wrong? You had someone to help you the first two times, but now that you don't have anyone to help you, you can't even walk anymore?"

The lips of the golden autumn are sunken.

Liu Zhenghua stood to the side holding up a KT board that read, "Thank you for your hard work, seniors of GFRIEND! We'll treat you to coffee this autumn!"

He inexplicably interjected, "Autumn, are you stupid? Your fans online are all calling you Senior Autumn, what are you afraid of?"

These words were like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into the heart of autumn.

Jin Qiutian glared at him, took a deep breath, and stepped up the stairs.

She took two steps and then turned back, looking at Liu Zimu pitifully.

Liu Zimu ignored her and went inside.

The lobby wasn't large. The SourceMusic logo hung on the wall, next to a GFRIEND group poster, and a banner for their new album stood at the entrance.

Six girls stood in a row wearing plaid stage costumes; their legs were indeed very long.

The girl at the front desk looked to be in her mid-twenties, with bangs.

She heard someone come in, looked up, her gaze falling on the three people, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's the club president and Senior Aki!"

Then he moved to the coffee paper bags the three of them were carrying, his eyes filled with an indescribable sense of surprise.

"Autumn-senpai, are you here to dance with GFRIEND?" Her tone was incredibly enthusiastic.

Liu Zimu placed the coffee bag on the table and handed over a cup.

The first hurdle for salespeople when making cold calls is to win over the security guard or the receptionist.

"Excuse me, beautiful and lovely young lady, we're here to deliver coffee to GFRIEND. Could you please help us make contact?"

Jin Qiutian followed him in and stood behind him. She put down the coffee and, seeing Liu Zimu's enthusiasm, immediately lowered her head, staring at the tips of her shoes.

Liu Zhenghua carried the KT board on his back, stood a little further back, and began filming.

The receptionist started to suppress her laughter, picked up the landline on the table, dialed a few numbers, and whispered something into the microphone.

After hanging up, he said to Liu Zimu, "Wait a minute, I've already contacted their agent."

"By the way, can we...can we take a picture together?"

Jin Qiutian looked up, bewildered.

He glanced at Liu Zimu, then at the receptionist, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Come on, come on, how can you say no to such a pretty receptionist?" Liu Zimu picked up the little chick, Jin Qiutian.

After the photos were taken, a person came out quickly. He looked to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old and was probably the agent.

"It really is you two." He walked up to them, looked them up and down, and nodded. "Our club president just said you can go straight up. The kids just finished practicing and are resting."

Jin Qiutian twisted the hem of her hoodie with her fingers and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, senior."

The agent's lips twitched slightly, then he turned and pressed the elevator button: "Let's go, I'll take you up."

The elevator was very quiet when it went up.

Jin Qiutian stood next to Liu Zimu, staring blankly at the reflection on the elevator door.

Liu Zhenghua, carrying coffee and a KT board, huddled in a corner, trying his best to look like a human-shaped shelf.

The agent, standing at the front, suddenly spoke up: "President Liu?"

"Inside."

"Our company's staff have all watched those two videos of yours." His tone was relatively calm, but there was a suppressed smile playing on his lips. "That girl Ye-rin even asked me to contact President Liu to see if he could volunteer to film a dance video with them."

Liu Zimu smiled and said, "We get a lot of inquiries from entertainment companies, but our senior Qiu Tian is such a shy person. We're reluctant to use her face. Sigh! What a worry!"

Jin Qiu blushed and tugged at Liu Zimu's clothes: "Oppa, stop talking, don't be annoying..."

"Then shall I leave?" Liu Zimu made a move to press the elevator button.

Jin Qiutian quickly grabbed him and lifted his pitiful little dog face.

Liu Zhenghua laughed: "Autumn, I've recorded this."

The agent couldn't help but laugh and say, "You two have such a good relationship!"

The elevator arrived, and the doors opened.

The corridor was fairly bright, with various photos of GFRIEND on the walls: performance stages, practice rooms, backstage behind-the-scenes footage, and their youthful appearance when they first debuted.

The agent led them to the door of a practice room, knocked twice, and pushed the door open, saying, "Kids, your coffee is here."

Liu Zimu's first reaction upon stepping through the door was...

It's legs! All legs!

The practice room wasn't particularly large.

Six people were sprawled out on the sofa and the floor. Some were sitting cross-legged on the sofa drinking sports drinks, some were leaning against the wall scrolling through their phones, some were stretching on the floor, and one was squatting in the corner eating a banana, his cheeks bulging and trembling.

Jin Shaoqing was the team leader, and the sofa was full. She sat on the armrest, and her legs caught Liu Zimu's eye a few more times.

Ding Enfei squatted in the corner, clutching half a banana in her hand and with a piece still in her mouth, staring wide-eyed at the doorway.

Liu Zimu stood at the door carrying a coffee bag and spotted her immediately, feeling as if he had entered a kindergarten for tall female celebrities.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! Kawaii!"

Everyone was speechless.

Ding Enfei blushed slightly and quickly hid the banana behind her back.

Jin Qiutian huddled behind Liu Zimu, so ashamed that she almost buried her head in her chest.

My oppa really has no manners at all; how can he praise someone like that?

Are you a pervert?

Liu Zhenghua suppressed a laugh, leaned the KT board against the door as he came in, and after a few polite inquiries, set up the camera and began filming.

After a few polite exchanges between the two groups, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Liu Zimu didn't try to liven things up; he just watched.

Jin Shaoqing took a breath, walked up to Jin Qiutian, and tilted her head to look her up and down.

Jin Qiutian felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze, her face turning red from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.

After watching Jin Qiutian, Jin Shaoqing turned to look at Liu Zimu's hoodie.

Her gaze lingered on the large characters on his chest for two seconds before shifting to his face, and she twitched her lips: "President-nim, why did you blur your face in the second episode of that video?"

Liu Zimu sighed: "Because he's too handsome, I'm afraid the audience won't be able to resist."

The lounge was silent for a fraction of a second.

Zheng Yilin then started grinning widely.

She knew this was a common trick used in variety shows, but she still burst out laughing.

Choi Yuna chimed in, "President-nim, you're really shameless."

Liu Zimu remained unfazed: "Am I not handsome? You are all very beautiful!"

Then he placed the coffee bag on the coffee table: "We have iced Americano, latte, and hot cocoa. Help yourselves."

The six people didn't act immediately; instead, they were a little embarrassed because Liu Zimu was really straightforward in praising people.

Jin Shaoqing looked at Jin Qiutian and suddenly reached out to cup her face: "She looks exactly like the one in the video, so cute, except she's a bit thinner and smaller in person than in the video."

Jin Qiutian, being short, looked rather petite next to the leg team leader. With her face cupped, she couldn't move and could only mumble, "Thank you, Senior Shaoqing."

Jin Shaoqing released her grip, turned around, and called out to her teammates, "Kids, since they're already here, come over and take good care of our guests."

Then they surrounded Jin Qiutian.

Zheng Yilin squatted down and cupped Jin Qiutian's face in her hands, examining it from all angles, clicking her tongue in amazement: "This skin, these eyes, this nose, Qiutian, you'll definitely be very beautiful in the future."

Jin Qiutian's face was kneaded into various shapes in her palm. Before she could finish calling him "senior," Zheng Yilin had already let go of her hand and turned to look at Liu Zimu.

"President-nim, you're not going to knock us over today, are you?"

Liu Zimu ignored her: "You've been talking for so long, have you decided which song to dance to?"

Jin Shaoqing picked up her phone, swiped twice, and turned the screen towards the captain's seat: "MeGustasTu, Qiu Tian said she's been dancing to this song for the past two days."

Liu Zimu glanced at Jin Qiutian.

Jin Qiutian quickly nodded.

As the intro began, the six members spontaneously tied support ribbons around their heads.

Jin Shaoqing made a gesture, and the group dispersed.

Kim Qiu-cheol stood at the front, Jung Ye-rin on the right, Jung Eun-bi on the left, and Choi Yuna and Kim Ye-won at the back. There was one spot missing, so Hwang Eun-bi filled it.

Liu Zimu retreated to the corner, crossed his arms, and leaned against the wall.

He didn't move.

Jin Qiutian's gaze drifted in his direction for a moment, then returned to his.

During that not-too-difficult chorus, Jin Shaoqing glanced at the corner of the wall out of the corner of her eye as she turned around.

Liu Zimu was still leaning against that wall, like a sculpture.

Zheng Yilin saw it in the mirror and her lips twitched slightly.

As autumn approached, things became a little rushed, and the dance began to break down.

Cui Yuna frowned, also somewhat dissatisfied with Liu Zimu's attitude, why wasn't he leaving the field?

Jin Shaoqing took a deep breath, turned to face Liu Zimu, and put her hands on her hips: "President-nim, are you just standing there like a mascot? You're already here, shouldn't you cooperate with us?"

Liu Zimu shifted his gaze downwards and shook his head, saying, "I don't know this song. Let me watch you dance it first."

"You don't know how?" Jin Shaoqing raised an eyebrow. "I've seen your videos, don't pretend."

Hwang Eun-bi chuckled, and Jung Ye-rin had already started rolling up her sleeves.

Jin Qiutian was speechless, as her oppa kept staring at other people's legs.

Her face turned red with embarrassment.

Ding Enfei, however, didn't notice and had already run over, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him back.

The little girl was weak, her face turned red, and after pulling her for a couple of steps, she couldn't drag her anymore, so she turned around and shouted for help.

Cui Yuna actually came over to help; the two of them, one on each side, helped Liu Zimu to sit in front of the mirror.

Jin Qiu stood there with her head down, her shoes tracing circles on the floor. "Oppa, are you forcing me to continue being a little Korean traitor so I can easily complain?"

"President-nim, we won't laugh at you." Kim So-jung stood in the middle, her tone almost commanding. "We're not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

Liu Zimu chuckled and took a deep breath.

Liu Zhenghua, standing to the side with a camera, gave him an OK sign.

The music started playing again.

Jin Qiutian stood next to Ding Enfei, while Liu Zimu stood in Jin Shaoqing's place.

At the beginning of the video, no one else noticed because Liu Zimu wasn't being silly this time.

In the first few stages, there weren't any special movements; he just stood there and danced to the rhythm.

Jin Shaoqing glanced at him in the mirror, then glanced at him again, raising her eyebrows.

At the end of the first quarter, during a repositioning and formation change, Liu Zimu suddenly moved.

He took a step to the right, and the arc of his outstretched arm was completely different from what she had seen in the video.

It wasn't the kind of cringeworthy comedy like last time, nor was it a comedic attempt to hide its flaws later on; it was a genuine sense of dance.

Ding Enfei was working on her own part when she caught a glimpse of Liu Zimu's actions out of the corner of her eye, and she froze.

Zheng Yilin stood opposite her, her eyes wide, her mouth opening and closing.

"Hey, isn't that a pretty good jump?" Kim Ye-won muttered to himself.

In the second chorus, Liu Zimu walked to the front and took a move that wasn't originally his position.

Jin Shaoqing subconsciously gave him half a step, and Liu Zimu took advantage of this gap to complete the entire movement.

Even the way he tossed his hair was perfect, even though he didn't have long hair to toss.

Zheng Yilin choked on her saliva and coughed so hard she bent over.

Jin Qiutian stood there, stunned, staring at Liu Zimu's retreating figure.

She's been dancing at the company for a year; what level of skill hasn't she seen?

She has seen all kinds of people: strong, weak, talented, and hardworking.

But Liu Zimu, who turned the first dance into a funny video and then turned the original into a replica the second time, was someone she had never seen before.

He pretended not to know the answer the first two times; it was really, really awful.

The music wasn't off, but everyone stopped.

Jung Ye-rin spoke first: "President Oppa, you're lying to us, aren't you dancing very professionally?"

Liu Zimu took a step back to the corner: "It was just a lucky guess, it was the angle, it's not my true skill level."

Jung Ye-rin rushed towards him, then realized she was too close and took a step back, stretching out her arms. Her tone was slightly coquettish: "President Oppa, do you know how long I practiced this turn? You watched it once and you got it? You're telling me you just guessed?"

"Yerin, you're so cute, but I'm really confused."

"Hmph~~~ Say it again?"

Liu Zimu shut up.

Ding Enfei and Jin Shaoqing stood next to Jin Qiutian and tilted their heads to look at her.

Jin Qiutian was still staring at Liu Zimu's back, her face tense, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"Autumn, was your boss a trainee before?" Jin Shaoqing asked in a low voice.

Jin Qiutian shook her head, her voice a little weak: "He's just someone who owns a coffee shop, really."

She herself was becoming somewhat insecure.

Watching Zheng Yilin and the others bombard Liu Zimu with questions, she only knew that her oppa was going to get a beating when he got back.

They danced together for the last time, and Jin Shaoqing led the applause. Zheng Yilin clapped the loudest, and her palms turned red from clapping.

She walked up to Liu Zimu and reached out to give him a high five. Liu Zimu hesitated for a moment, then touched her hand.

Zheng Yilin didn't let go, holding his hand and looking at it over and over: "These hands are so big. And this sense of rhythm, this timing."

"President Oppa, you're amazing."

Liu Zimu withdrew his hand.

When taking a group photo, Jin Qiutian was pushed to the center position, and a group of people squeezed together.

Zheng Yilin stood next to Liu Zimu, making a peace sign with her hand, but her gaze was mostly fixed on Liu Zimu's profile.

It wasn't that she had any romantic feelings for Liu Zimu; she just found him very interesting.

Not only can I dance well with them, but I can also make them laugh out loud.

Liu Zhenghua shouted "One, two, three," and Zheng Yilin shouted "President Oppa is so handsome."

After the photo was taken, everyone looked at her.

She remained calm and composed, saying frankly, "What's wrong? I'll tell you the truth."

After saying goodbye, Jin Qiutian followed behind him, staring at his back.

Liu Zhenghua went to drive the car, Liu Zimu's newly bought minivan.

He and Jin Qiutian stood by the roadside waiting.

Liu Zimu pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt, looked up at the sky for a while, and his neck became a little stiff.

Sigh! I'm getting old, and I'm really lacking in exercise.

I don't know how Bae Joo-hyun, this yandere of the same age, is so amazing.

Jin Qiutian finally spoke up: "Oppa, you dance so well, why did you deliberately make it look like that at the beginning?"

Liu Zimu didn't answer, but looked away and glanced at her: "Let's take a walk."

After saying that, he walked towards the car first.

Jin Qiutian didn't move, standing still, staring at Liu Zimu's back.

The back of the hoodie features four glowing fluorescent characters: "Shiguang Coffee".

He even stretched lazily, looking like an old man taking a stroll.

But this very old man had just performed a dance in front of her that made her feel utterly ashamed.

She looked down at her hands, her ten fingers bearing some calluses from practice.

We really need to keep working hard.

Liu Zhenghua's car arrived, and Liu Zimu had already opened the car door. He turned to look at her and said, "Get in the car. What are you standing there for? It's cold outside."

Jin Qiutian responded and jogged over.

I opened the car door and sat in the back seat. As I closed the door, I glanced at the spot where I had just been standing; it was empty.

The car's heater hadn't come on yet, and Jin Qiutian huddled in the back seat, her hands inside her hoodie pockets.

She touched the autographed card that Bae Joo-fa had given her when they were at SM Entertainment. There was a line of small writing on the back.

She didn't take it out to look at it.

But she knew what was written on it.

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