Peninsula: My pet is my idol

Winter is the mating season for Korean celebrities, a time for courtship, dating, and mating.

Because of this season, everyone is wrapped up tightly.

Down jacket, beanie, mask, gloves. Wearing this outfit, even a die-hard fan would have to look closely for a long time before making a judgment if they encountered their idol on the street.

In the back alley of the convenience store, Jin Zhiyuan finished the cooked food he bought and even took a bite of the fried noodles in Tang Xin's hand.

Feeling good after a satisfying meal, the two began to stroll side by side through the brightly lit streets of Seoul.

Take a walk around the apartment building where the IVE dorms are located.

The so-called love between men and women involves many things that pass the time.

The two chatted quietly as they walked.

Tang Xin asked, "Are you preparing for your second comeback soon?"

"Yeah, the album's all recorded." When the topic turned to music, Jin Zhiyuan immediately thought of Tang Xin's incredibly beautiful singing voice: "You sing really well, remember to do a cover of it when it's released."

During a previous chat, Tang Xin mentioned her short video account to the three of them, including IVE.

All the videos on Dan Ge's account use Tang Xin's songs as background music, so the three of them obviously know that Tang Xin can sing.

"Okay, sure." Tang Xin nodded. "How do I buy a spot for your offline autograph session?"

Jin Zhiyuan was startled and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"No! You can't buy it! You can't come!"

"Why?" Tang Xin asked, puzzled.

"You can't come, it's too awkward, I'll be very nervous!" Kim Ji-won lied.

In fact, the three members of IVE had discussed this matter and decided that Tang Xin should never be allowed to come to the offline autograph session.

Spitting food in front of acquaintances is embarrassing, and it's also easy for fans to notice.

Another aspect is...

The job of idols is to provide emotional value to their fans, including female fans and male fans.

What would Tang Xin think if she saw this at the book signing event?

It's like when Jin Zhiyuan saw Tang Xin massaging another woman's feet.

Therefore, we must prevent Tang Xin from attending the offline autograph session.

Tang Xin didn't think too much about the girl's rejection, because he had to devote some of his attention to suppressing the Haotian Hammer.

Boys are always like this at this age.

The innate martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, seems capable of supporting the heavens and the seas, which is quite troubling.

"Why do you always walk with a hunched back? Are you feeling unwell?" Jin Zhiyuan asked blankly.

"No, I'm just a little tired after work today."

"Oh, why don't you go back and rest early?"

"No need, I need to go outside for some fresh air and calm down."

"Huh? Calm down for what?"

"It's nothing." Tang Xin shook her head, changing the subject, "Going out for a late-night snack so late, it's not just because you're hungry, is it? Have you been under too much pressure lately?"

"Yeah, I really hate competition. From my trainee days until now, it feels like I've always been competing with others, but I didn't want to live like this." Kim Ji-won sighed, "It's like I have to prove my worth and purpose every moment... It makes me feel particularly exhausted and tired."

Tang Xin replied nonsensically, "I will always support you."

"What?"

"What you really need isn't to run away, but to be firmly chosen, isn't it? I won't firmly choose you; you're not one of the options. I will support you."

He understands me...

Kim Ji-won retorted shyly, "Idols often put on a lot of facades, you know. Maybe the Liz you see is different from the real Kim Ji-won..."

Tang Xin laughed and said, "It's alright. Angels on earth should hide their wings."

The girl remained silent, her expression only warm and rosy.

The two walked side by side.

When discussing future career plans.

Tang Xin said that he would probably return to Dongda University after he turned 25 and become a doctor at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

These words made Jin Zhiyuan feel somewhat down.

She looked down at the road and whispered, "Do we really have to go back?"

"I'm still in South Korea because of my master. He's over fifty years old, and I'm worried about him being alone in a foreign country without anyone to take care of him," Tang Xin said in a deep voice. "He treats me like his own son, and I want to take care of him in his old age. If he goes back, I'll have to go with him."

The ideas of Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher are deeply ingrained in the hearts of every student at Dongda University.

Master He doesn't need Tang Xin to stay in South Korea; it's out of respect for him as a teacher.

Tang Xin staying in South Korea is his duty as an apprentice.

If Master He leaves South Korea in a few years, Tang Xin will too.

"What if you get a girlfriend in the future?" Jin Zhiyuan asked, mustering his courage.

She looked up and met Tang Xin's gaze.

The girl quickly added, "I mean, if your future career, close friends, and everything else are all in Korea, will you go back there too?"

"Hmm... good question, we'll see."

"What's going on?"

Tang Xin laughed and said, "Let's see if I can have a higher-paying and more promising career in South Korea. I'm still young now and can still make mistakes, but I won't be young forever. If I can't suddenly achieve financial freedom, then I have to think about what I'll be like in my forties or fifties."

For Tang Xin, the path of traditional Chinese medicine is a career path with an extremely high minimum standard.

With a mentor like He, Tang Xin could potentially become one of the top three doctors at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine after twenty years of steady work.

This is a secure job...

Power, fame, wealth, resources, social class.

If the path of traditional Chinese medicine continues, starting with Tang Xin's generation, his great-grandchildren will most likely be middle-class.

The girl licked her lips and said, "But you sing really well... I think you'd have a great future as a singer!"

Tang Xin laughed and said, "Me? A Dongda student? Debuting as a singer in Korea? Haha, not to mention whether I'll be ostracized, just look at my age. I'm already 22, which is 24 in Korean age reckoning. Do I still need to learn singing and dancing? That's unrealistic."

Although Kang Yangyang and Tang Xin were born in the same year, their circumstances were different. The latter came from a wealthy and enlightened family and would never have to worry about food or drink for the rest of her life.

If you want cosmetic surgery, go get cosmetic surgery; if you want to buy a pretty dress, buy a pretty dress; if you want to be a trainee, be a trainee.

Her allowance is more than Tang Xin's monthly income. How can Tang Xin compare to her?

Other people's lives are like open fields, with directions to go; Tang Xin's life is like a broad highway, with only one direction.

Tang Xin's answer disappointed Jin Zhiyuan, who felt saddened by a separation that was several years away.

Noticing the girl's emotions, Tang Xin nudged her shoulder:

"Actually, my master has already bought a house in Seoul, and judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to have any plans to return to China..."

"Hmm... I'll try to find a better-paying job."

"What if we can't find it?"

"If I can't find one..." Tang Xin joked, "Would you be willing to hire me as your personal doctor in the future?"

The girl lowered her head, gently tugged at the boy's trench coat belt, and gave a barely audible response:

"Um……"

However, this response was blown away by the wind.

Tang Xin leaned in to listen and asked, "What did you say?"

This time, the girl didn't say anything, but gently bumped her forehead against his shoulder.

Someone couldn't suppress their smile and kept laughing.

His mouth was practically stretched to his ears.

……

After taking a walk, in the last few minutes, Tang Xin took out her Bluetooth earphones.

One of them was worn on Kim Ji-won's ear.

The boy's ears were bright red, and so were the girl's.

The Chinese song "Little Dimples" was playing in my headphones.

"Dimples and long eyelashes, irresistibly charming."

I slowed my pace, feeling like I was drunk.

The two hid in a dark corner of the city buildings and listened to the song slowly.

They looked at each other's eyes through their masks.

He didn't speak, but it seemed like he said a lot.

There was no holding hands, no hugging, no intimacy.

But it's okay...

Smiling and gazing at each other is a spiritual kiss between a man and a woman, devoid of lust.

The boy reached out and poked the girl's mask.

"I remember, your dimples are right here on your cheek."

Beneath the mask, her dimples appeared even deeper.