Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 48 Xiujing's short legs counterattack
A very private cafe in Hannam-dong.

The chandelier in the box illuminated Jessica Jung's resentment clearly.

Choi Sooyoung scooped a spoonful of tiramisu into her mouth:

"So that model slammed the door and you ran away?"

"I have nothing to say to that rude woman!"

Choi Soo-young did not expose her:

"So this model is no ordinary person. Her logical ability is much stronger than yours."

Jessica Jung put her hands on the table and said, "Which side are you standing on?!"

"Just telling the truth."

"Ah! I asked you to help me come up with a solution, not to give the other party an award!"

“The first step to defeating your enemy is to acknowledge their superiority.”

"She? Humph..."

Although she denied it, the fact that Jessica Jung later reviewed the situation with Choi Sooyoung was enough to prove that she didn't perform well in the argument just now.

"You're too impatient. You know the Romeo and Juliet effect? ​​The more you try to stop her, the more Soo-jung feels this relationship is tragic and sacred."

"So let her jump into the fire?"

"Fire pit?" Choi Soo-young raised an eyebrow. "Hwang Jung-min's direct disciple, Chungmuro ​​reserve. I'm afraid the wood burning in this pit is agarwood."

"Did you take his money?!"

"A baby bird has to bump into the glass windows a few times before it realizes the sky isn't a touch screen."

"What if she hits her head and bleeds?"

"Then get some Band-Aids and some soju ready."

Choi Sooyoung raised her coffee cup and clinked it with hers: "I'm mocking her for her taste in choosing men."

The light reflected from the rim of the cup, creating tiny spots of light. Jessica suddenly remembered the evening when Soojung first learned to ride a bicycle.

Seven-year-old Crystal fell into a puddle. She cursed her sister for being so stupid while wrapping her school uniform around her bleeding knee. Her palms still seemed to hold the dampness of the cotton cloth soaked in rainwater that year.

"...Observe for a maximum of three months."

“A wise choice.”

Choi Sooyoung pressed the bell: "To celebrate President Jessica's first concession, this meal is on your table?"

"ah!"

……

Dongtan International High School.

The set of "The Heirs".

"I never thought your sister would use honorifics when arguing—"

Park Hyung-sik imitated Jessica Jung's gesture of crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows: "Kang Jae-hoon, understand?"

Krystal picked up the script and pretended to hit it: "I asked you to send me your location, why didn't you?"

"I was busy eating melons—no," Park Hyung-sik said, clutching his head as he jumped behind Kim Ji-won. "I was busy recording strategic intelligence! Besides, you were on the set and couldn't make it..."

Jin Zhiyuan pressed the pause button on the video:
"According to what Hyungsik-oppa said, there was originally a rift between Mr. Kang and Model Lee because of Jongsuk-oppa...but your sister's assist not only cleared up the misunderstanding, but even further improved it."

"Ugh……"

Krystal slumped into a plastic chair and covered her face with the script.

"It's a pity that the bud of our Baona's love was strangled in the cradle before it could grow—"

Kim Ji-won kicked him in the calf:

"Shut up if you can't speak."

"That's what it is!"

Park Hyung-sik rubbed his legs and jumped away:

"They didn't even exchange Kakao."

"Isn't it easy to add Kakao? Just add it in the work group."

"Who cares?"

Krystal Jung's muffled groan was heard from under the script.

Park Hyung-sik spread his hands and said:
"But the problem now is not Kakao, but that Bona is still being arrogant."

Kim Ji-won tapped her nails on the folding table:
"Tsundere has already left the market. Even the new drama of senior Jun Ji-hyun next door has started to take a straight-forward approach."

"That's alien stuff!"

Krystal's script slid to her collarbone:

“Who in real life would…”

"In real life, Model Li dared to assert her sovereignty in front of your sister."

Kim Ji-won pierced her last line of defense:
"And you're still debating whether to add Kakao."

Krystal's nails began to pick at the corners of the script unconsciously.

Memories such as the taut lines of Kang Jae-hoon's forearms when he put his arm around her waist, and the touch of the back of her hand when he handed her the orange, are playing in his mind like a broken old projector.

"Your sister interferes with your feelings because she's afraid you'll get hurt—"

Jin Zhiyuan suddenly whispered in her ear:

"But getting hurt is also a necessary course for growth."

The early autumn wind suddenly swept through her memories - when she was fifteen, she broke her ankle due to a mistake on stage.

As Jessica Jung carried her through the emergency corridor, the scent of disinfectant mixed with the jasmine scent of her sister's hair rushed into her nose:

"If it hurts, bite my shoulder, but don't cry." It turns out that pain and courage have long been engraved in his genes.

Krystal suddenly pulled out her phone and found the calico cat avatar in the group chat that she had stared at countless times.

Click, add, lock the screen, all in one go.

"add."

She stiffened her neck and stuffed her phone into her back pocket: "Satisfied?"

"Om-"

The phone vibrated from Krystal's back pocket.

It was Kang Jae-hoon's friend who gave the tip.

"What's the use of Guangjia? You need to talk!"

Krystal stared at the dialog box of the calico cat's profile picture: "What did you say?"

Park Hyung-sik came over:

"Brother Jaehoon went to the hospital. You can ask him what happened first."

"Going to the hospital?!"

Zheng Xiujing clenched her phone tightly: "What's going on?"

"Ask him!"

"..."

Krystal's thumb hovered over the keyboard for three minutes, typing and deleting the words in the message box:

[I heard you were admitted to the hospital?] → [Don't delay the filming progress] → [Is he dead?]

Kim Ji-won's urging turned into beads of sweat hanging on her forehead:
"Baona, if you don't finish typing this line, Teacher Jiang's wound will heal."

"Noisy!"

Krystal's index finger twitched as she pressed send.

Park Hyung-sik read the air in seconds: "The countdown starts now——"

"three!"

Kim Ji-won cooperated by knocking on the table.

"two!"

Krystal's nails dug into her palms.

"one!"

"Ding--"

[Kang Jae-hoon]: It's a minor injury, a little scrape on the back of my head, and I also got a physical examination.

[Kang Jae-hoon]: How did Bo Na-xi know?
Krystal's shoulders dropped two centimeters instantly, and she looked at Kim Ji-won for help:
"and then?"

"Oh, Teacher Jiang used honorifics."

Jin Zhiyuan leaned over and frowned after reading the message:
"You reply [My sister has caused you trouble, I'll treat you to a meal to make amends!]"

Krystal's fingertips tapped out sparks on the keyboard:
[Krystal Jung]: Hyungsik said that.

[Krystal Jung]: I apologize for my rudeness.

“Read!”

Park Hyung-sik pointed at the screen and screamed: "Inputting——"

The three of them instantly piled up, staring at the flashing "The other party is typing..." prompt for ten seconds before Jiang Zaixun's message popped up:
[Kang Jae-hoon]: No, my seniors are very nice.

[Kang Jae-hoon]: If I had a sister as pretty as you, I would behave much more extreme than her.

When Zheng Xiujing was staring at the word "good-looking" in a daze, Jin Zhiyuan snatched the phone away:
"He's already said he understands your sister. He's just trying to give her a way out, and you're still in a daze!"

"Give it back!"

She reached out to grab it, but the text Kim Ji-won typed, "I'll treat you to a meal to make amends," had already been sent.

When the [Input in progress——] prompt came on again, the three of them froze like plaster statues at the same time.

Kang Jae-hoon's new message pops up:
The crew's lunch boxes are delicious and don't cost a fortune.

Kim Ji-won slapped the phone back into Krystal's palm: "Tactical retreat, plan B!"

"What plan B?"

"Pretend to be pitiful."

Park Hyung-sik suddenly covered his stomach and said, "Oh, I have acute gastroenteritis. I need someone to accompany me to the hospital—"

"Psycho...I said it myself!"

She typed rapidly on the keyboard:
[Krystal Jung]: Apologizing is basic etiquette. I’ll send you the address.

"Dafa!"

Park Hyung-sik and Kim Ji-won saw surprise in each other's eyes:

"Bona finally got an A!"

"What the hell! This is a workplace social!"

"Ding--"

[Kang Jae-hoon]: Okay, I’ll contact you after the filming is finished tomorrow.

"..."

The round mirror in the dressing room reflected the corners of her mouth that were crazily raised, and Zheng Xiujing pinched her face fiercely:
"Krystal! Stop laughing!"

However, the dimples that were pinched and swollen still stubbornly remained on her cheeks, like two chocolates with liquor fillings that had successfully smuggled themselves into the body.

(End of this chapter)