The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 41 Origin of the System

Chapter 41 Origin of the System
"Why are you going back?" Pei Yongjun walked out of the newspaper office and looked at Quan Enfei beside him, and their eyes met.

Quan Enfei looked away and looked at the bus stop beside the road. "I'll take the bus back, editor-in-chief."

Just then, a bus came at the intersection and was slowing down towards the platform.

"Route 39?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"Uh, no, not that." Queen Eun-bi shook her head.

"Then wait a moment, I'll go back first."

"Okay, editor-in-chief, see you tomorrow!" Quan Enfei bowed and said goodbye.

Pei Yongjun waved at her and walked towards the parking lot across the street.

The Hanjiang Sports building is a bit old and there is no internal parking lot. Everyone parks their cars nearby. He walked past the two rows of cars outside and went to the innermost row.

H16, this is the parking space he rented, where an ordinary black Hyundai sedan is parked, which is the perfect car model for an entertainment reporter like him.

This classic model has been produced since 2011. The price is consistent and the performance is acceptable. It is not a high-end product, but it is not so cheap that it attracts attention.

The most important thing is that the same model of sedan that costs 19 yuan running around in Seoul can allow him to hide in the vast traffic in the blink of an eye, making it the best choice for following artists.

He started the car and drove out of the parking lot. Kwon Eun-bi was still waiting for the bus at the bus stop on the street. It was a bit cold in November, and she was rubbing her hands.

"See you tomorrow." He rolled down the car window and waved at her.

"See you tomorrow! Editor-in-chief nim!" She also waved to him with a smile, her eyes curved.

The black Hyundai sedan disappeared in the vast traffic in an instant.

Quan Enfei watched the car disappear in the distance, and waited for a long time before she waited for a No. 39 bus and left Hanjiang Sports Center.

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After unlocking the combination lock and pushing open the door, Pei Yongjun put his bag on the entrance cabinet, walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, slowly sank into it, let out a long breath, and the fatigue in his body surged up.

He has been basically running around these days, and when he feels tired he rests in the lounge of the newspaper office. It has been four nights since he came back.

However, for him who was alone, it didn't seem to matter whether he came back here or not.

The house is a 79-square-meter apartment, one of the most popular in Seoul, with two bedrooms and a living room, north-south ventilation, and a small balcony. The interior is plain and simple, with no unnecessary decorations.

This is his house, perhaps a place you can call home, and now he lives alone.

When he was at KBS, he saved up the down payment and bought a house. He had already paid off the mortgage, but now he mortgaged it again to help Liu Chengzhu pay off the loan sharking debt.

The house is worth 5.5 million yuan, with a loan of 3 million yuan at an interest rate of %, and will mature in March next year.

However, Lin Bingxian gave him almost 2.3 million at once. After distributing the bonuses and giving gifts to Zheng Taihao, there was still about 1.6 million left.

So, half of it was done in one go?

Pei Yongjun's mood instantly relaxed.

He rested for a while, and gradually recovered. He got up and went to the gantry in the corner of the second bedroom to start exercising.

The muscles in the back, chest, and legs contract and swell, carving out the rugged curves of the body.

The rubber-impregnated steel wire rope passes through the pulley set, pulling the stainless steel counterweight, which moves up and down rhythmically, making a slight metallic clanging sound.

Start with your upper body and do three sets of twelve reps, then switch positions.

After only half an hour, he was sweating all over. He wiped his forehead, walked to the bathroom, took a shower, and felt relaxed all over.

After a few days of busy work, he was a little tired.

He took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it and broke it, then sat down on the sofa again and started thinking.

The latest news on her phone was a congratulatory text from Cho Bong-joo, praising her for the two consecutive interviews she had published. She had already come to the newspaper office two days ago and handed in her resignation, officially leaving Hangang Sports and returning to KBS.

Pei Yongjun did not blame her, nor did he try to keep her.

He has gradually become accustomed to the comings and goings of fate.

Thinking about Zhao Fengzhu, my mind unconsciously recalled Quan Enfei waving at the bus stop on the roadside, and then suddenly I remembered the heavy fruit hanging on the thin black shoulder strap.

Pei Yongjun took a sip of cold beer and suppressed his thoughts.

It seems like I've been living alone for too long.

The rest of the messages were various congratulations from colleagues at the newspaper. Zhang Jiyuan's message was longer, saying he had booked a private room at a hotel for Sunday night and asked if he had time. He thanked him first, then replied to the others one by one. At this time, another message popped up.

[Editor-in-Chief Nim, are you free this weekend evening? ]

It was sent by Choi Sulli, with a little bear peeking out from below.

[Sunday? What time exactly?]

[It's Sunday night. Ouni will be discharged this Friday. I'm thinking of getting together to celebrate for her. Can you come?]

Pei Yongjun pondered for a moment after hearing the news that Zhang Jiyuan was transferred back.

[Editor-in-Chief Nim, can you come? Eun-ni said she really wants to see you and keeps nagging about it.]

There was news about Choi Sulli again, and with an expectant expression, Pei Yongjun inexplicably thought of the cool and soft cheek that came close to him that day.

He began typing a reply.

[Sorry, I have something to do at work on Sunday night, so I'm afraid I can't come over. Let's do it another day.]

Click send and the message is sent to Zhang Jiyuan.

Then he returned to the chat box with Choi Sulli.

[Okay, I'll go then.]

Great!

[I prepared a gift for Eun-ni, do you want to see it? ]

What have you prepared?

[That puppy got stepped on and broken. I'm thinking of giving her a new one.]

【look】

[Isn’t it awesome, there’s a gun!]

She sent me a photo of a cowboy building block doll, but the upper body and legs were still separated and not put together, like a dismemberment scene.

Pei Yongjun laughed and replied slowly.

[Is there a gun? It doesn't look like a gunshot wound.]

She replied with a puzzled expression and then an exclamation mark.

【! It’s not spelled well】

[Editor-in-chief, nim, you're awesome! I'll show you after I finish putting it together.]

Choi Sulli withdrew the photo and put on that pouting expression again.

Pei Yongjun laughed and chatted with her for a while.

She suddenly sent a voice message.

"Ouni needs to change her dressings, so I won't talk about it for now. See you on Sunday!"

The crisp sound echoed in the living room, adding a touch of vitality to the empty house.

Pei Yongjun put down his phone, looked at the time, and prepared to go to bed.

Lying on the bed, closing my eyes, my thoughts sank deep into my mind, and two dull crystal fragments lay quietly.