The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 42 Two Places of Idleness
In the process of using the two fragments, Pei Yongjun gradually understood the mystery of this so-called truth system.

One was from Choi Sulli, and the other was from an interviewee who committed suicide whom he met at KBS two years ago.

The condition for the appearance of fragments of truth is to encounter truth of sufficient weight.

That was exactly what happened to Choi Sulli at the time, and the interviewee who suddenly committed suicide may also have a complicated story behind it.

He was greatly shocked at the time and thought that the voice in his head was an illusion. He unconsciously ignored this part of the memory. It was not until he met Choi Sulli and Goo Hara arguing backstage at KBS that he reawakened the voice deep in his heart.

As for the on-again, off-again scandals among the stars he encountered, they did not seem to be among the sufficient truths.

Using the fragments of truth, one can listen to a person's inner voice, but he must be highly focused, otherwise he will hear irrelevant noises in his heart. That's why he kept inducing Choi Sulli and Choi Jong-bum, and finally obtained crucial clues.

However, at present, although it is very consistent with Bae Yong-joon's identity as a reporter, this is the only part of the truth system.

Although it was surprising, it seemed to be very different from the system he had seen in novels.

Pei Yongjun was a little disappointed that there was not even a function to snap his fingers.

Fragments fusion.

He tried again to recite it in his mind, hoping to discover new system functions.

The fragments lay quietly, unresponsive.

Fragment upgrade.

He changed the word.

Debris recycling.

Fragment Charge.

The number of fragments doubles.

Fragmented Devil Fruit.

Fragment Knight transforms.

Just like what he had tried before, nothing happened.

Pei Yongjun exhaled, withdrew from the depths of his mind, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and returned to the real world.

It’s better not to be greedy and think about how to use one-quarter of the page space first.

As he was thinking, he gradually fell asleep.

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Seoul St. Mary's Hospital, Banpo-dong, Seocho-gu, Seoul
"Ouni, how are you feeling?" Choi Sulli followed Goo Hara and watched her stretch her limbs. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"It hardly hurts anymore. My arms and back don't feel anything at all." Goo Hara is doing limb stretching exercises before going to bed every night. This is what the doctor told her to do every day.

"Really? Will everything be fine on Friday?" Although the decision had been made, Choi Sulli was still a little worried that Goo Hara would be discharged from the hospital on Friday.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. Didn't I get injured every day when I was a trainee? Do I need to rest for so long?" Goo Hara bent down and began to stretch her waist and abdomen.

"How can it be the same? How old was Ernie back then? Of course he recovered quickly."

"Ah! Choi Sulli!" Goo Hara straightened up, feigning displeasure. "I get it, but she's not as young and pretty as our Princess Sulli, okay?"

"Ouni~" Choi Sulli chuckled and hugged her arm, "It's okay to rest for a few more days. I'm fine anyway."

"You're fine, but I am. Activities have been suspended for almost a month, and it's time to get ready." The two of them sat on the sofa next to the bed and started talking.

"Well, okay then, I'll be discharged from the hospital on Friday." Choi Sulli nodded slowly.

"Besides, aren't we already planning a party for Sunday night? You should help me prepare for it."

"Ouni, I've already notified everyone, Jieun unnie, Jiyeon unnie... the schedule is no problem. We should be 11 people in total."

She stretched out her fingers and pointed at them one by one.

"There's also Editor-in-Chief Bae." Goo Hara reminded.

"I counted it." Choi Sulli raised her little finger.

"Did you call him?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

"Yeah, that's pretty quick."

"Ouni~" Choi Sulli's cheeks flushed and she quickly put down her hands, "Editor-in-Chief, of course I'll treat you."

Goo Hara laughed softly.

The two played around for a while, and then Goo Hara pulled Choi Sulli's hand away and remembered the serious business.

"By the way, you said you were fine. Didn't the company say they would arrange activities for you after you renewed your contract? How have you been recently?" Choi Sulli's contract expired this year, and she still renewed it with SM. However, after Choi Sulli left the group, SM, which has always been strict, almost let it go and ignored her. It was not until the renewal of her contract this year that they included the resumption of activities in the contract schedule.

A few days ago, they went to KBS, and Goo Hara took her to visit a Music Bank PD she was familiar with, thinking that after she resumed her activities, she would not be without anyone she knew.

As an idol, Choi Sulli has been away from the stage for too long, so long that she is almost forgotten.

"Activities? I don't know..." Choi Sulli lowered her head, her tone somewhat evasive. "Anyway, the teacher is in charge of everything and will arrange everything. Who knows..."

"There's no use thinking about it."

Teacher is an SM artist, a respectful title for Lee Soo Man. Choi Sulli, who joined the company in the fifth grade, has some habits that seem to be engraved in her bones.

"How about asking again?"

"Oh, okay." Choi Sulli nodded.

She couldn't explain her feelings. She felt anticipation, fear, and confusion. Add to that the sudden encounter with Goo Hara, and she pretended to forget that she still had to continue her activities.

"Ouni, by the way, where are we going to eat? We haven't decided on a place yet."

Goo Hara agreed with her and the two discussed the arrangements for Sunday's party.

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An old residential building in Bangbae-dong, Seocho-gu, Seoul.

In the corridor late at night, the late autumn wind was chilly. Quan Enfei, whose hair was not yet dry, shivered. She opened the door with her key, walked through the narrow and messy living room, and went to the door on the far right.

Just as he was about to push open the door, a shrill, impatient female voice rang out from the second bedroom next door. "Neighbor, the landlord came today and said he'd come to collect the rent next weekend. He asked you not to delay any longer this time."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

"Could you come back earlier next time? I always wait for you until midnight. Really!"

"Yes, I'm sorry to trouble you." Quan Enfei apologized, but no one responded.

She pushed open the door, revealing a small room.

This is where she lives, a three-bedroom apartment with a study converted into a bedroom.

It is three meters long, two meters wide at its widest point, and just big enough for one person at its narrowest point, like an irregular trapezoid.

Against the wall is a small single bed, followed by a bedside table with a mirror, an assembled shoe rack, and a vertical bookcase with the glass door removed. There are no books in it, only clothes and various sundries. It seems that she uses it as a wardrobe.

That’s all, but Concubine Kwon seems to have gotten used to it.

She carefully took out a suit from her bag, looked at the bookcase, moved the miscellaneous items around to make some space, and then hung the suit on a nail on the back of the bookcase with a hanger.

She took out the envelope Pei Yongjun gave her from her suit pocket, carefully counted the bills inside, pinched her fingers and mumbled for a while, then she breathed a sigh of relief and put the money into her wallet.

Then, she looked left and right at the suit hanging in the bookcase for a long time, smoothed out the wrinkles carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and got up to wash.

Ten minutes later, she came back, changed into pajamas, plopped down on the small bed, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Yeah, practice is over, I can finally rest..."

She turned her head to turn off the light, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the suit hanging in the bookcase.

Concubine Quan Eunfei didn't know what she remembered, her ears turned red, and she quickly turned off the light, then pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Air swirled in the small space, and a few sheets of paper fluttered down from the pile of clutter she had moved out of the bookcase.

The top one has serious black print at the top.

【Confirmation of Withdrawal Application from Pukyong National University Undergraduate】

There is small handwritten text underneath.

I have recently debuted as a singer and am unable to continue my studies due to the needs of my personal career development. After careful consideration, I have confirmed my application to withdraw from school.

[2014 undergraduate student of the Department of Law, Kwon Eun-bi]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

The half sheet underneath was an old newspaper clipping. On the messy tofu block, a short sentence was written with a yellow highlighter.

According to our newspaper, rookie girl group Ye-A disbanded after its first anniversary due to poor performance. The agency stated that the members still owed the company money and needed to…

Next to it were a few tear marks that had long since dried up.

On the bed, Queen Kwon was sleeping soundly. I don’t know what she was dreaming about, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she looked very happy.

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