Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 106: How Four Women Ruined an Entire Show (5K)

It was 6:50 p.m. that day in Gangnam District, Seoul.

The wind outside the KakaoM building was biting cold, but like other companies, it did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm of the fans.

A dozen or so fans crowded outside the cordon, holding up support signs and craning their necks to peer inside.

The security personnel lazily scanned the group of fans.

A minivan was parked on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Liu Zimu climbed out first.

The black hoodie had the words "Shiguang Coffee" glowing in the evening light on the back, and the words "Golden Autumn is the Best" written on the front.

Jin Qiutian followed him out, her head tied with a ribbon from the second season of "The President's Distant Enemy," and her hoodie brim still pulled low.

Liu Zhenghua was the last to get out of the car, with a camera slung over his shoulder and a KT board in his hand. The board read, "[IU sunbaenim, thank you for your hard work! Jin Qiu Chui will treat you to coffee!]"

He now appears calm and composed.

The fan group at the entrance immediately went wild.

"It's the president and Aki-senpai!"

"That outfit, hahaha, it's that same one again!"

"Aki-senpai is so cute."

"The president is quite handsome, it's just that outfit, hahaha..."

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The sound of mobile phone shutters clicking filled the air.

In the golden autumn, she lowered her head even further, and the base of her neck began to turn red.

She took two steps at a time, pressed herself against Liu Ziming's back, and pinched the hem of his hoodie with such force that it felt like she was tearing the fabric.

"Oppa." Her lips didn't move, but the voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, "Can I change my clothes? Ji-eun unnie is my idol."

"No, I've asked several times and the answer is always no!"

Jin Qiutian fell silent, staring down at her sneakers.

Liu Zimu took out his phone, found Li Zhi'en's number, and dialed it.

It rang three or four times before the other end answered.

"Ji-eun, we've arrived. Could you arrange for someone to come and meet us?"

Lee Ji-eun's voice came through the receiver, amidst some background noise: "You're here so fast? I'll be right down."

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Liu Zhenghua had already raised his camera, and the lens swept across the fans watching at the entrance.

Several girls waved at the camera and shouted "Autumn Senior, fighting!" while another girl held up her phone and filmed Liu Zimu's face, muttering, "This part needs to be uploaded online."

Less than five minutes later, a group of people came out of the building.

Lee Ji-eun walked at the front, her beige down jacket pulled up to her chest, revealing a ring of white neck.

She was followed by her agent and several staff members.

The fans immediately surged forward, holding up their support signs overhead, their shouts drowning out the wind.

That's Lee Ji-eun's fame.

She waved to the fans, her gaze falling on the three people's black hoodies. She paused for a moment, then continued walking.

She stopped in front of the three of them, tilting her head to look them up and down.

The gaze swept from the front of Liu Zimu's hoodie to the back, then to the ribbon in Jin Qiutian's hair, and finally settled on the KT board that Jin Qiutian was holding up.

She finished reading it and laughed heartily.

Suddenly she reached out and poked the words "Golden Autumn is the Best" on Liu Zimu's chest with her index finger! She poked it twice before pulling it back.

"Oppa, couldn't you guys change your clothes? I saw it with my own eyes today... it's so ugly!"

Liu Zimu moved the coffee closer to her: "Senior Qiutian's persona is down-to-earth, you wouldn't understand."

Lee Ji-eun couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jin Qiutian's face flushed red from the roots of her neck to the tips of her ears, overwhelmed with shame: "Unnie..."

"Li Zhi'en immediately reached out and pulled Jin Qiutian away from Liu Zimu, putting her arm around her shoulder and walking inside: "Don't listen to your president, you look good in anything."

Jin Qiutian was pulled forward by her, and when she looked back at Liu Zimu, her eyes were filled with anger and shyness.

The building lobby.

Seeing this commotion, several staff members forgot to hang up their phones.

All eyes fell on the black hoodie, and they couldn't hide their smiles.

A girl in a gray uniform lowered her head, covered her mouth, and her shoulders were shaking.

The person next to her burst out laughing, then quickly covered it with their hand, pretending to be organizing documents.

Lee Ji-eun led the three through a maze of turns, down a corridor, and into the practice room.

The moment the door opened, Liu Zimu's right foot was already inside, while his left foot was still outside the threshold, and he froze as if he had been struck by an acupuncture point.

The practice room wasn't empty.

Sulli sat on the floor, cross-legged, holding a cup of coffee in her hands.

She wore a white sweatshirt today, and her hair was tied in a low ponytail, making her look gentle and sweet.

When she saw Liu Zimu, she smiled and winked, but didn't say anything. She raised her coffee cup and waved it at him, pretending that they weren't very familiar with each other.

A person sat to her left, with long, slightly wavy blonde hair and a loose gray shirt draped over his shoulders. He tilted his head and looked towards the doorway, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Park Ji-yeon.

There was another person sitting to Cui Xueli's right, wearing a plaid shirt, with her hair down and her makeup exquisite. Her gaze swept from Liu Zimu's hoodie to his face, paused for a moment, and then she smiled.

Pei Xiuzhi.

Liu Zimu's left foot was outside the door, and his right foot was inside.

He looked at Choi Sulli's gentle and harmless smiling face, and his eyes lit up. He had to do something.

He turned to leave, but Lee Ji-eun grabbed him tightly: "Oppa! Why are you running away?"

Choi Sulli and the other two girls also chased after them with smiles.

Liu Zimu looked at the three women behind him and said, "Hey! Li Zhi'en, are you so short that you can't handle this? Why did you bring so many people?"

Lee Ji-eun and Choi Sulli each held one of his hands.

Lee Ji-eun was still laughing: "Isn't it because I'm bad at dancing? I was just thinking of finding someone to properly coach Qiu Tian!"

The pressure is on autumn.

Her eyes swept over the three people's faces, and her breathing grew heavier.

She started tugging at the hem of Liu Zimu's hoodie again, this time pulling even tighter: "Oppa! I...I'm nervous!"

One Lee Ji-eun is already enough to make her nervous, what about adding three more?

Any one of these individuals would make trainees tremble, let alone four of them.

Liu Zimu was still pushed into the practice room, and the others almost burst out laughing when they saw his utterly hopeless expression.

But at least they all got in.

Everyone except Lee Ji-eun's manager went out.

After sitting down, Choi Sulli smiled and raised her coffee cup: "Oppa, are you surprised? Unexpected?"

Her tone and expression were like a queen teasing her subjects while having afternoon tea, yet she remained incredibly calm.

This woman is really good at acting now.

Kim Qiu-chu bowed to Park Ji-yeon and Bae Suzy, then shrank behind Choi Sulli, her voice barely audible, "Unnie."

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Choi Sulli smiled and said, "Don't be afraid in autumn."

Bae Suzy stood up from the floor, took two steps to Jin Qiutian, bent down and tilted her head to look at her blushing face.

"Are you Akatsuki-senpai? Although I am your senior, you are the senior online now!" She reached out and touched Akatsuki's ear. "You're so cute."

Jin Qiutian's words were stuck in her throat, unable to be squeezed out.

She turned to look at Liu Zimu again, sizing him up from head to toe, her smile widening: "You're the oppa that Shirley talks about all the time? You look... pretty ordinary, but you're a great cook?"

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Before Liu Zimu could answer, Cui Xueli's voice drifted from behind: "Suzy, don't let her poor walking fool you, the internet says she's a first-rate cook."

Park Jiyeon stood up from her chair, her eyes filled with a strange wariness, the kind of wariness one has for strangers, and she simply greeted them.

Bae Suzy spoke up again: "President-nim, GFRIEND's dancing is really good, don't you think?"

Looking at her face, Liu Zimu began to wonder what sins he had committed in his past life.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that their dancing was indeed quite good, but his survival instinct made him shut his mouth within half a second.

"When it comes to dancing, Senior Qiu Tian is still the best."

Jin Qiutian stepped on his foot next to him, and it hurt so much that he tried to pull her ear.

Lee Ji-eun stood at the door, watching this scene, and clapped her hands.

The sound echoed in the practice room, drawing everyone's attention back to the practice room.

"Oppa, everyone's here now, shall we begin?" She tilted her head to look at Liu Zimu, smiling. "Weren't you quite the talker downstairs? Saying things like Qiu Tian's persona is down-to-earth, why aren't you saying anything now?"

"And after we finish dancing, Oppa will cook us something delicious, right?"

Liu Zimu looked at the four women in the practice room, Jin Qiutian who was huddled nervously to one side, and Liu Zhenghua, the traitor who was standing in the corner with a camera already set up.

He spread his hands: "Ladies, how about we just play 'Cheer Up' today?"

Jin Qiu whispered, "Oppa, that's a TWICE song!"

"TWICE is TWICE, what's there to be afraid of?" Liu Zimu said confidently. "Anyway, seniors are going to dominate the Korean Peninsula entertainment industry this autumn, so what's wrong with having another girl group?"

Standing in front of the mirror, Bae Suzy couldn't help but burst out laughing, tilting her head back and laughing heartily.

As she smiled, Park Jiyeon also leaned against Choi Sulli, hanging on her shoulder and shaking uncontrollably.

Jin Qiutian had already squatted in the corner, covering her face.

Liu Zhenghua carried the camera and silently pointed the lens at Liu Zimu and the others, zooming in.

"TWICE?" Bae Suzy tilted her head to look at him, her eyes narrowing. "President-nim, oh dear, can I call you oppa? Are you changing the subject? Not all four of us can necessarily dance to all of TWICE's songs. I haven't danced in a long time; I practiced at home for a while last night!"

She speaks very casually.

Judging from her expression, Liu Zimu realized that Cui Xueli had already told them that he was her boyfriend.

Sulli stood up from the floor, dusted off her trousers, and walked to IU's side: "Regardless of what he said, we're going to dance Apink's 'NoNoNo,' such a cute dance is sure to be great."

Liu Zimu looked at her speechlessly. You're setting your husband up in a bad way!

Bae Suzy stood back in front of the mirror, looked at herself sideways, and turned to look at Kim Qiutian: "Qiutian, you can make the distribution."

Jin Qiutian's face was still red, but it was better than before.

She walked over to Bae Suzy and asked in a low voice, "Senior, may I dance Bomi's part?"

"Okay, then Bomi is yours." Bae Suzy nodded, her gaze sweeping over Lee Ji-eun, Park Ji-yeon, and Choi Sulli, finally settling on Liu Zimu. "Oppa, whose dance are you going to do?"

Liu Zimu opened his mouth, but before he could speak.

Choi Sulli answered for him: "Park Chorong."

"Why Park Chorong?" Liu Zimu asked, looking at her.

"Because you're the leader," Choi Sulli said with a smirk. "The leader stands in the center, it's embarrassing for you to stand in the middle, so we can stand out."

Lee Ji-eun leaned against the wall, crossed her arms, and breathed a sigh of relief. She added, "Yes, Oppa, you stand in the center, and we'll be your backup dancers."

Liu Zimu took a deep breath, rolled up his hoodie sleeves to reveal his forearms: "Fine, so be it. It's not like I've embarrassed myself more than once or twice."

Park Jiyeon stood up from her chair, walked over to Liu Zimu, and gestured to compare his height with Lee Ji-eun's: "President-nim, you're so much taller than Ji-eun, the proportions look off when you stand next to her."

"Then should I squat and jump?"

"You look even funnier squatting down," Park Jiyeon laughed. "But we love your humor, do you agree in the fall?"

Jin Qiu nodded vigorously.

Lee Ji-eun is going to suppress Park Ji-yeon. You're such a good best friend, making fun of me for being short.

Liu Zhenghua adjusted the camera angle again in the corner, pointing the lens at the center of the practice room.

The four girls voluntarily tied on support ribbons, which has now become the norm for visiting girl group members.

Liu Zimu was pushed in front of the mirror by them. The six of them stood in a row, looking in the mirror with their backs to the camera.

He looked around at the formation and realized that he looked like a prisoner being escorted.

"Music," Lee Ji-eun called out.

Her agent pressed play.

The intro to "NoNoNo" begins, and the light piano music echoes in the practice room.

The three people on the right moved first.

Liu Zimu raised his right hand and waved it twice next to his forehead, his wrist turning very quickly, his waist twisting in rhythm.

He imitated Park Chorong, swaying his hips from side to side.

When Park Chorong does this gesture, she looks innocent and cute. But when she does it, her upper and lower body move separately, and the style changes.

When you twist your waist to the left, your hips push to the right, and the gesture of raising your hands in front of your chest looks like you are surrendering.

The expression on his face was even more interesting; his eyes were wide open, staring intently at himself in the mirror as if he were looking at a stranger.

As autumn light caught a glimpse of him, her left hand froze halfway up, her rhythm faltering.

She quickly pulled back and caught up, but her ears were already bright red.

Lee Ji-eun had the hardest time suppressing her laughter, pursing her lips tightly and puffing out her cheeks to prevent herself from bursting out laughing.

She's the lead singer Jung Eun-ji, and she's supposed to lip-sync, but now she doesn't dare open her mouth at all, afraid that she'll burst out laughing if she does.

The wariness in Park Jiyeon's eyes disappeared, and she reverted to her true nature, unable to hold back her laughter as she jumped and laughed, her movements already wobbly.

Bae Suzy took a deep breath, suppressing her laughter. Her eyebrows furrowed, her expression a struggle between laughing and crying and laughing to death.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that every time she turns in Liu Zimu's direction, her eyelids droop slightly. It's not because she's shy, but because she doesn't dare to look, afraid she can't help herself.

Sulli, on the other hand, had no inhibitions and laughed the loudest, her distinctive giggles echoing through the air.

She stopped what she was doing, put her hands on her hips, and laughed so hard she almost fell over, her ponytail swinging wildly over her shoulders: "Oppa, why are you holding your hands up so high? They're blocking your face."

"Isn't it for your own good that I'm covering my face? I'm afraid the audience will be distracted if they see my handsome face."

"Stop it." Sulli stood still, then joined in on the rhythm. "Keep dancing, and I'll laugh."

The agent was laughing so hard he was doubled over, and the music wasn't turned off.

Lee Ji-eun walked over, stood on the other side of Liu Zimu, and reached out to press down on his right shoulder: "Oppa, don't shrug your shoulders, relax, imagine you are a cat sunbathing."

"Hey! Lee Ji-eun, how dare you teach me? You're not even that good at dancing." Liu Zimu disdainfully shook off her hand, her shoulders stiff. "I want to go home, I'm not filming anymore."

"I'll let you go back after you finish this round." Choi Sulli quickly came over, grabbed him, patted his shoulder, and then returned to her own position.

The music was turned off, and after watching the video several times, everyone was full of confidence again.

The music starts again.

This time, Liu Zimu completely gave up.

It wasn't because he suddenly had an epiphany, but because he figured it out: since he'd already lost face this badly, there was no point in putting on an act anymore.

Between being funny and being professional, he completely chose to be funny.

In the second verse, his movements were twice as exaggerated as before. He twisted his waist more than Park Ji-yeon and waved his hands higher than Kim Ji-chul, but the problem was that all his movements were out of sync.

When others went left, he went right; when others raised their hands, he kicked his legs. He managed to turn a six-person formation into a five-person synchronized routine plus an impromptu solo by one person, and that solo part was even out of tune.

During the chorus, Kim Qiu-tian took the center position and followed Yoon Bo-mi's part. She walked from the back row to the front, took a step forward with her right foot, drew an arc from bottom to top with her right hand, stopped above her head, and thrust her waist and hips to the right. Her whole movement was so smooth that she didn't look like a trainee.

Liu Zimu followed behind, mimicking Park Chorong's chorus gestures by circling his hands in front of his chest.

But he didn't look like he was dancing; he looked like he was pulling Lanzhou noodles.

Lee Ji-eun saw herself in the mirror, and her singing of the lyrics went awry, causing her to cough twice.

Park Jiyeon stopped completely this time, bent over and supported herself on her knees, her shoulders shaking violently.

She laughed for a few seconds, then looked up, her face flushed and tears welling in her eyes. She took a deep breath in front of the mirror and got back into rhythm.

Bae Suzy finally broke down.

After she turned around, she saw Liu Zimu making the noodle-pulling motion right behind her. She grinned and bent over with laughter.

But she only smiled for two seconds before straightening up, putting on a smile again, squinting her eyes, and keeping up with the beat.

Sulli and IU have given up dancing.

The two of them stood there smiling as they watched Liu Zimu, occasionally swaying to the rhythm as a gesture.

One was genuinely trying to laugh, while the other was just coasting along because they weren't really good at dancing.

After Jin Qiutian finished her part, as she turned back to the back row, she passed by Liu Zimu and whispered, "Oppa, don't shake your right leg."

Liu Zimu looked down and saw that his right leg was indeed trembling.

Choi Sulli laughed and said, "Oppa, hurry up, it's your turn to be in the center."

Liu Zimu stood in the middle, raised his right hand as a microphone, and sang loudly while jumping: "Se'erhajima, NONONO"

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Everyone else froze, unable to hold back any longer, and burst into laughter, lying on the ground.

If Park Chorong saw herself like this, would she just eat Liu Zimu up?

Liu Zimu takes humor to the extreme, demonstrating the self-awareness of a professional, and is still singing.

Liu Zhenghua held the camera, leaning against the wall, his shoulders shaking.

This guy is unbeatable.

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