The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 207 Do You Like Me? (Two in One)

KBS Building, Yeouido, Seoul
"...Yongjun, you have to keep up the good work tonight. I tried to recommend you, and KBS actually arranged an interview for you on the 'Evening News'."

"You're really lucky. You should seize the opportunity to perform well and leave a good impression on the audience."

"Then the public vote will be no problem, and we can win the Dong-A News Award with great fanfare!"

"Okay, President, I'm here. See you on TV tonight."

"Okay, okay! See you tonight!"

Bae Young-jun hung up the phone with Lim Byung-hun, pushed open the door in front of him, and walked into the spacious and bright Studio 1, which was full of busy staff members, rushing around, preparing for the upcoming "Evening News".

Seeing him come in, a young man in a blue work vest walked over quickly.

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Pei, I'm Li Junhao, the person you're in contact with." He held out his hand to Pei Yongjun with a smile on his face. "If you have anything tonight, you can come directly to me."

"Well, Junhaoxi, you've worked hard." Bae Yongjun shook hands with him.

The blue vest is the symbol of new employees, and they usually do miscellaneous tasks, such as connecting with interview guests, explaining precautions, etc.

"Well, let me tell you about the arrangements for tonight." Li Junhao flipped through the materials in his hand and handed a few sheets of paper to Pei Yongjun. "The news will start on time at 8 o'clock, and it will be broadcast here."

He pointed to the podium in front of them. It was a large triangular tabletop with two microphones facing them. "Anchor Kim Dong-gun will be here, and then..."

He pointed to the other side of the table. "The interview will begin around 8:25. You sit over there and the camera will automatically switch."

Pei Yongjun nodded, looking at the strange yet familiar scene in front of him.

It is 32 meters long, 17 meters wide, and 5 meters high, with 120 seats, eight cameras, and a dedicated ultra-high-definition spectrum. Facing the specially designed triangular hosting desk, the host is in the middle and the guests are on both sides, implying the impartial and fair attitude of KBS News.

This is Studio No. 1, where public opinion on the peninsula is influenced by a single microphone.

In the past, the "East Asia Times" hosted by him overcame all difficulties and gradually became the top-rated ace news program from a late-night fringe program, and finally moved from the remote Variety Hall No. 5 to this Studio No. 1.

The broadcast time also increased from midnight to eleven o'clock, and then to ten o'clock, and as the ratings increased, it sprinted towards prime time.

But all this came to an abrupt end after the accident.

The program was suspended, the video was deleted, and he left KBS with Liu Chengzhu and others. It was not until now that he returned here again, back to the place he once owned and lost overnight.

Pei Yongjun's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze scanned the tables and chairs in the studio inch by inch.

Suddenly, a harsh sound came from my ear.

"Ha, does it look good?"

Bae Yong-jun turned his head and saw Kim Dong-gun standing beside him with a slightly smug smile.

He opened his hands slightly, and two staff members beside him were tidying up his clothes and adjusting the microphone, their movements quick and attentive.

"Anchor Kim." Pei Yongjun nodded.

"Haha," Jin Dongjian laughed twice, "Looking at your eyes, it seems that you like it here very much."

"Would you like to thank me?"

"Thank you?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"Yeah." Jin Dongjian nodded. "Your president is really overestimating himself. He even dared to recommend you to the station for an interview. Ha, a paparazzi, don't you think that's ridiculous?"

"But I'm here," Pei Yongjun said.

"Yes, that's why you should be thanking me. I thought you must miss this place, so I mercifully agreed to let you come and enjoy this."

He raised his eyebrows, leaned close to Pei Yongjun's ear, and his voice was full of pleasure, "How about coming over and thank me? Hahaha."

"If you're happy, maybe I'll let you come next time."

"How long? Hmm, maybe in the next life?"

Kim Dong-gun laughed and took a step back, while the staff on both sides continued to tidy up his clothes.

Pei Yongjun paused for a moment before smiling, "Anchor Jin, let me thank you..."

Kim Dong-gun was at ease, waiting for Bae Yong-jun to thank him.

"I say, are you sick?" Pei Yongjun looked at him seriously and spoke word by word.

"What did you say?" Kim Dong-gun's smile froze on his face.

The clear voice was heard clearly by the staff around him. Li Junhao stopped what he was doing and was startled. He never expected that Pei Yongjun would be so rude. "Pei, Editor-in-Chief Pei, please don't..."

"Do you think this is your home? Do I need your permission to come in?" Bae Yongjun interrupted Lee Joonho with a calm expression, looking at Kim Donggun. "Or, are you so used to being a dog that you just treat this place like a doghouse and feel at ease living right next to him?"

"You!" He was shaking with anger. "Pei Yongjun, you are the dog that has lost its home. You, you are so arrogant..."

Seeing this, the other staff members around hurriedly and quietly moved away, fearing that they would be implicated by the furious Kim Dong-gun. Lee Jun-ho had nowhere to escape, so he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, waiting for Kim Dong-gun to lose his temper.

However, it took a long time before he got angry.

Kim Dong-gun actually endured it.

He was always flamboyant, but his expression kept changing. In the end, he just managed a forced smile, "Okay, Editor-in-Chief Pei, you really know how to talk."

"I'm looking forward to your performance in front of the camera later, hehe."

"Get out of the way!" He laughed dryly, swung his hands violently, brushed aside the staff on both sides, and left quickly.

This……

I was scolded in person, and that’s it?
Everyone was stunned.

"That, that..." After a long time, Li Junhao beside him came back to his senses and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Take me to the lounge." Pei Yongjun looked calm.

"...Okay, okay." Li Junhao wondered in his heart how Editor-in-Chief Pei, who was said to have been fired from the station, dared to curse the most popular anchor of the News Bureau, Kim Dong-gun, and made him hold it in.

It's really awesome.

It's truly extraordinary.

He was amazed and felt infinite respect for this senior.

"Come this way, Editor-in-Chief Pei." His attitude became much more respectful.

Bae Yong-jun followed Lee Jun-ho and walked slowly backstage, facing the shocked looks of the crowd.

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"This is the lounge. I'll come and call you when the time is almost up. If you need makeup services, please come to me." Li Junhao pushed open a small door, revealing the room inside.

"Okay, thank you." Pei Yongjun nodded.

"You're welcome. Feel free to come see me anytime." Li Junhao said enthusiastically, "I'll have someone bring you some fruit. Please enjoy your meal."

Sure enough, Pei Yongjun was sitting on the sofa and replying to a few messages when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The door of the lounge was pushed open, and footsteps were heard behind me, slowly approaching.

"Just put the fruit on the table, thank you." Pei Yongjun looked at his phone and said with his head down. "Okay."

boom!
Pei Yongjun raised his head and saw a pair of exquisite black leather boots on the coffee table in front of him. White cotton socks were stretched on his slender calves, and the threaded sock cuffs left a shallow circle on his leg flesh.

Continue looking upwards.

She wore a flowing black pleated skirt, had a slender waist, and a white shirt that was about to burst in front of her chest. Her long black hair was tied into a bun. She had delicate features, fair skin, and a small, thin mole next to her red lips.

"Here's the fruit," Liu Zhimin looked down at him with his big eyes and snorted coldly, "Eat it."

Eyes facing each other.

"Tsk~eat it!" Liu Zhimin rolled her eyes at him, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Pei Yongjun blinked, then put down his phone, grabbed her slender ankle, pulled up her little foot, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey! Hey!"

"Hey Hey hey!"

"There's something perverted!"

Liu Zhimin suddenly became anxious.

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Pei Yongjun looked at the small leather boots in front of him, his eyes sweeping over her white cotton socks that exuded a faint fragrance, as if considering how to start.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Liu Zhimin's face flushed red as she glared at Pei Yongjun fiercely, "Let go!"

He grabbed her right foot and she lost her balance. She could only hop around on the ground with her left foot, looking both embarrassed and funny.

"Can't you have some fruit?" Pei Yongjun played with her ankle for a while, and just before she exploded, he looked up. "There's not even any water. I'm very thirsty."

"I'll kill you with thirst! Let me go!" Liu Zhimin kicked her feet hard, trying to break free.

As she jumped back and forth, her black pleated skirt also jumped back and forth. Pei Yongjun had no choice but to admire her crisp white thighs.

Quite white.

The girl's skin is very elastic. When she jumps, her thigh flesh trembles slightly, making people want to touch it.

Of course, Pei Yongjun never had such an idea.

"Hey! What are you looking at!" Liu Zhimin noticed his gaze and her cheeks flushed instantly. "If you don't let go, I'll kick you to death!"

She kicked forward in shame and anger, and her black leather shoes went straight towards Pei Yongjun's face, but he dodged it at the critical moment.

"Ah!" Liu Zhimin lost his balance and fell forward. His eyes suddenly widened. Before he could react, he felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he found that he was being hugged by Pei Yongjun.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" The cold expression on her face that looked down on everyone just now had long disappeared, and her face was full of shame and anger.

Looking at Pei Yongjun's playful smile, she punched him in the face.

"Ah! We're about to go on the show! That's too harsh." Pei Yongjun easily caught her fist, chuckled twice, and put her down. "Stand still."

"Tsk!" Liu Zhimin, who had finally broken free, couldn't help but glare at him again, "I should have been tougher on you!"

"Why are you here?" Pei Yongjun didn't care and smiled.

"What's wrong? I didn't come here to bring you fruit. Are you disappointed?" Liu Zhimin wrinkled her small nose, seeming unhappy that Pei Yongjun mistook her for a waiter.

"Why not? You're most welcome. I can share the fruit with you later."

"Who cares?"

The two of them exchanged a few words, and Pei Yongjun saw the small sign hanging on Liu Zhimin's chest, "Are you here to be a spectator?"

"Yeah," Liu Zhimin looked down following his gaze and nodded, "Yes."

TV programs often need audiences, including actors, but many are ordinary people who are drawn after registering on the website, used as a small benefit for loyal viewers.

The thing dangling on Liu Zhimin's chest was the audience pass for the "Evening News".

"You are lucky, you won the prize." Pei Yongjun said.

"That's not the case." Liu Zhimin shook his head and walked over to Pei Yongjun and sat down. "Someone arranged it for me."

"Who arranged this for you?" Pei Yongjun was a little curious.

"It was the PD who went to Jeju Island to film a program a few days ago. He arranged it for me." Liu Zhimin said.

"Him? Are you that familiar with him?"

"Not really, but he doesn't seem to object to helping your cousin arrange it. I've already remembered the favor, so you're welcome."

"Cousin?" Pei Yongjun was stunned for a moment, then understood.

Kim Min-yeon is his cousin.

However, it is estimated that Liu Zhimin used this identity to take advantage of the fact that the crew did not know who the cousin was, and directly snatched Jin Minyao's identity and used herself as a scapegoat.

The PD of that program knew about his relationship with Lee Dong-hoon, so he naturally wouldn't refuse to arrange for him to be an audience member.

"Don't you want to?" Liu Zhimin's small leather shoes kicked his calf, "Is it not possible to come and see you?"

"Okay, very good." Pei Yongjun smiled and said nothing.

Liu Zhimin was silent for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "You just had an argument with the host, right?"

"Did you hear that?" Pei Yongjun asked, rummaging in the drawer under the table.

"Do you even need to hear it? Everyone in the studio is talking about it. Even the two security guards who brought me in were saying something about how today's guest scolded anchor Jin and was even more arrogant than anchor Jin."

"Hahaha, it spread so quickly." Pei Yongjun laughed, took out instant coffee and a cup from the drawer, and looked at Liu Zhimin, "Want to drink?"

"No!" Liu Zhimin frowned, slapped the cup away from his hand, stared at him intently, and said seriously, "Why did you do that?"

"He's the host, and this is his home turf. What if he embarrasses you during the interview later?"

"So what if it's embarrassing? It's just a show." Pei Yongjun looked calm, opened a bag of instant coffee and poured it into the cup, then reached for the kettle on the table.

"Ah!" Liu Zhimin snatched the cup from his hand, "Just a show?"

"Doesn't the public voting for the Dong-A News Awards start today?"

"If you mess up today's interview, you won't even pass the first round. Can you please be more serious?"

She looked serious, her brows slightly furrowed, and she seemed very dissatisfied with Pei Yongjun's attitude.

Pei Yongjun turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and his expression became serious.

Then, he looked into Liu Zhimin's eyes and said word by word, "Zhimin, are you..."

"like me?"

Liu Zhimin opened his eyes wide in shock.

(End of this chapter)