Peninsula, starting with being neighbors with Lee Kwang-soo

[Master has a newbie gift pack, would you like to open it?]

"Open it! Why didn't you tell me there was a newbie gift pack?" Qin Wen was furious.

[Ding! New player gift pack activated]

[Congratulations, owner, on achieving fluency in Korean! You will receive an admission letter from Seoul National University and a friend card.]

Suddenly, Qin Wen's head felt like it was exploding, and a sharp pain shot through him.

"Young man, are you alright?" At this moment, an older woman saw Qin Wen squat down and quickly came over to ask.

"Kenchana, I'm fine, thank you, Auntie," Qin Wen replied quickly after standing up, as if Korean were ingrained in his mind.

Seeing that Qin Wen was alright, the aunt nodded and left.

Qin Wen breathed a sigh of relief, took out the admission letter from Seoul National University, glanced at it, pursed his lips, and then looked at the friend card.

[Friend Card: Once your affinity level reaches 60, write the other person's name on the card, and they will consider you their best friend.]

"This... this is a conceptual skill! It's a pity there's an initial affinity rating, otherwise I could have taken off if I wrote 'Old Man Who Climbs Over the Wall' on the card!" Qin Wen thought to himself.

Then I stopped thinking about it, took out the address, looked at it, and hailed a taxi.

"Where are you going, passenger?" the taxi driver asked.

"Hanjiang Apartment," Qin Wen replied as he got into the car.

The driver nodded and started driving. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Qin Wen sighed, unsure of what to do next.

"Is this your first time in Korea?" the taxi driver asked.

"Well, this is the first time I've come here to study, and it just so happens to be this time!" Qin Wen replied with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, guests. Ultimately, this is a plan by politicians and Americans, and we have no power to oppose it."

"And guests, if you go to Han River Apartments, it's a top-tier apartment complex. Many celebrities live there, and in terms of security, there aren't many places that are better than that."

The taxi driver comforted Qin Wen.

Qin Wen smiled. "Agassi, how did you know I'm Chinese?"

"I guessed it from your clothes and your recent worry," the driver said with a smile.

"Sir, which university are you going to study at?" This driver, like all drivers around the world, was talkative, and he asked again.

"Seoul National University," Qin Wen replied with a sigh.

"Oh my god, you're amazing, sir! Seoul National University is our best university. After you graduate, you'll definitely have a bright future!" the driver exclaimed in surprise.

Sure enough, his inferiority complex quickly surfaced. Qin Wen pouted, "Sigh, I didn't want to come. I didn't get into a university in China, so I came anyway..."

"Um..." the driver paused, then changed the subject, "Actually, judging from your clothes and where you're staying..."

"The guest must come from a wealthy family, so learning is just icing on the cake for you."

"Yes," Qin Wen replied, then looked out the window without speaking, pondering what he should do next.

The driver probably realized that Qin Wen didn't want to chat, so he stopped talking.

After 1 hours.

"Wake up, guest, you've arrived," the driver called to Qin Wen, who had fallen asleep sometime earlier.

Qin Wen opened his eyes, heard the driver say they had arrived, picked up his bag, and asked how much it cost.

"56000 Korean won, thank you!" the driver replied.

Qin Wen took out the money the system had given him, pulled out six bills, said "Keep the change," and got off the bus.

"Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant study trip in Korea," the driver said before driving away.

Qin Wen looked around and saw a smoking sign. He took out a cigarette and walked over. Although he didn't know much about South Korea in his previous life,

However, he had watched shows like Running Man, Family Outing, and 2 Days & 1 Night, and knew a little about the fact that there are specific places in South Korea where smoking is allowed.

When I got to the smoking area, I realized there was no lighter. I saw someone else smoking nearby, so I thought for a moment and went over.

"Excuse me, is it... Lee Kwang-soo?" Qin Wen had just opened his mouth when he saw the giraffe he often saw in his previous life and couldn't help but call out.

"Annyeonghaseyo, do you need a light?" Lee Kwang-soo, on camera, wasn't as silly as he was on TV. He calmly asked Qin Wen when he saw him approaching with a cigarette.

"Um... Mianye, yes, I just got off the plane and I don't have a lighter, thank you," Qin Wen said, regaining his composure and taking the lighter.

Lee Kwang-soo waved his hand, took back his lighter, and said, "It's nothing. Are you Chinese?"

"Yes, I came here to study," Qin Wen replied after taking a drag of his cigarette.

"This isn't a good time," Lee Kwang-soo said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

"Hmm...? Why is he shaking his head?" Qin Wen asked, puzzled.

Seeing Qin Wen's confusion, Lee Kwang-soo explained, "We have many artists but few shows in Korea, not enough for everyone."

Therefore, when people develop to a certain level, they will all expand overseas, and China, as the largest country in Asia, is our first choice.

However, with relations between the two countries in this state, it is estimated that a large number of artists will return to their home countries, and things will be difficult in the future. Those damn politicians will just mess things up.

Qin Wen suddenly realized, but he didn't know what to say.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I think I got a little too excited," Lee Kwang-soo said, realizing he had offended someone, and quickly bowed in apology.

"It's okay, Kwang-soo, I've watched your shows, so I guess I'm a half-fan!" Qin Wen said with a smile.

"Oh, really?" Lee Kwang-soo exclaimed excitedly.

"Of course, your Running Man has attracted a lot of Chinese viewers, and the giraffe character is very popular," Qin Wen nodded.

"Haha, thank you," Lee Kwang-soo said, revealing the silly grin he often gives when he sees a pretty girl, just like he does on variety shows.

"Sir, it's been so long since I asked your name, how rude of me. May I ask your surname? And which school are you studying at?" Lee Kwang-soo asked Qin Wen.

"My name is Qin Wen, and I'm studying at Seoul National University," Qin Wen replied with a smile, but he had a bad feeling about it.

"Wow, amazing... Mr. Qin, you're truly remarkable. You know, Seoul National University is the best university in our country; it's incredibly difficult to get in."

As expected, Qin Wen's premonition came true. When Lee Kwang-soo heard that he was studying at Seoul National University, he immediately shouted as if he had returned to a variety show.

Qin Wen was speechless. How could they all act like lunatics? Even Tsinghua and Peking University in China weren't this exaggerated.

"Um... thank you for the compliment, Kwang-soo-seok," Qin Wen could only say helplessly.

He was getting ready to leave, so he quickly took a few puffs of his cigarette, threw it away, and asked for directions, "Kwangsoo West, how do I get to Building 4, Area A?"

"Hmm...? You live here?" Lee Kwang-soo asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I just bought this," Qin Wen said, his teeth clenched in anger as he spoke of buying the house.

"Then come with me, Mr. Qin. We are really destined to meet. I also live in Building 4 of Area A. What floor do you live on?" Lee Kwang-soo patted Qin Wen on the shoulder.

"I live on the 22nd floor," Qin Wen replied helplessly.

"Oh, Oh, Mr. Qin, what a coincidence! I also live on the 22nd floor. You wouldn't happen to be the owner of that big apartment across from mine, would you?" Lee Kwang-soo exclaimed excitedly once again.

Qin Wen was certain: this idiot was just like the one on the variety show—always jumping around in surprise, he was definitely an idiot.