Peninsula: My cheat code is unscientific

Chapter 1 Where are my abs?
"Ahhhh-"

"Taeyeon unnie, saranghae"

"Hiss..." Jiang Che hadn't even opened his eyes when he heard these sounds. "Does this guy even let people sleep? How can a five-star hotel be so noisy! Does the hotel owner want to quit?!"

My instinct was to raise my hand to cover my ears, but then I felt something was wrong; it felt like a hair brushed against my arm.

I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself in a dilapidated stadium, surrounded by people holding glow sticks. The atmosphere was like a zombie apocalypse!
Looking down, the first thing I saw was a pair of very fair-skinned hands with excessively slender knuckles, neatly trimmed nails, and a light layer of nail polish.

Then I noticed she was wearing a simple white T-shirt, thankfully, I could see her feet at a glance.

Wait a minute, something's not right, it's high heels and a dress!
This skirt is a denim mini-skirt that barely covers the top of the thighs?
But he clearly remembered that he had been drinking with some buddies at the hotel yesterday, and a few beautiful women had hit on him. Of course, he had kept to himself and hadn't done anything. After that, he went to sleep.

"But now... what the heck? A prank? It can't be what I'm thinking, can it?" His hand suddenly reached down—

The skin was smooth, but completely flat.

"Heh, this can't be real, right?" Jiang Che's lips twitched, not quite sure, and he touched it again.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit holy ...

Where did all those abs I worked so hard to build go? They're gone before anyone even got to touch them?!
Are the sounds around us Korean? So this is the Korean Peninsula?!

Help! So it seems I've... dressed up as... a woman?! God! I'd even rather be a cross-dressing master! Holy crap!
Jiang Che, a man who was born with perfect reincarnation skills, starting at the finish line of others.

An ordinary little genius who speaks four languages: Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and English; a master of extreme sports parkour and combat; and a human experience card with the identity of a rich second-generation.
At this moment, wearing that little short skirt, with long hair that doesn't belong to her and a body that doesn't belong to her, she felt like the sky was about to fall.

One moment his memory was of a hotel suite, surrounded by several beautiful women chatting and laughing, before he drifted off to sleep. The next second, in this godforsaken place, his body was missing a crucial part!!
He instinctively rummaged through his clothes. Pockets? Where are the pockets on this damn skirt?! Where's the phone? Didn't the original owner of this body carry a phone?! Now he can't even check the date and time, or even see what he looks like.

"Smack!" It didn't hurt. Haha, I must have been dreaming.

"Ouch!" A boy next to him cried out in pain, clutching his arm.

"Of course you're not in pain! You hit me!" The boy looked up, and after seeing Jiang Che's face, he instantly went from grimacing to staring in disbelief.

Jiang Che looked at the other person with an embarrassed expression:
"Sorry, brother," he said, patting the other man on the shoulder.

The boy's expression changed from stunned silence to ecstatic joy:

"It's okay, it's okay, Yoona-ssi, could you sign an autograph for me later?" She blushed after saying that.

Because the other person's voice was too soft, Jiang Che only heard the words "signature" and "signature?" Who is this guy asking for an autograph? Is the owner of this body a celebrity? And what's with that blushing face?!

But since I was the one who slept with him, I agreed to everything first and then thought about the rest:
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's all covered."

Just as the boy was about to say something, a series of very rhythmic drumbeats came from the stage in front of him. Thump! Thump thump!

He looked up and his pupils suddenly contracted.

On the stage, a petite figure wearing high heels held a microphone, spinning and jumping, her voice clear and high-pitched—a true karaoke queen in any KTV.

This face...

“Kim…Taeyeon?” he uttered the name in disbelief.

The radiant, petite lead vocalist on stage was unmistakably Girls' Generation's leader, Kim Tae-yeon! And... look at her now, her face is so smooth and supple! It's nothing like when her face looked so distorted later! ...

"So... I time-traveled?" Jiang Che felt his throat go dry, and subconsciously raised his hand to his forehead, his fingertips touching the smooth, long hair again.
"Damn it! I don't want to time travel at all! I especially don't want to become a girl!!" Jiang Che was still complaining when he sensed something was wrong.

It's so quiet around me.

It wasn't that the entire environment was quiet; screams were still going on everywhere else. It was just that the atmosphere in the small area where he was sitting had suddenly become... eerie.

All the gazes that had been fixed on the stage were now focused on him. Those gazes seemed to want to devour him whole.
Jiang Che felt the hairs on his body stand on end. "What's going on? Am I some kind of ugly monster? Or did I accidentally yell 'Holy crap, where are my abs?' out loud? Why is everyone looking at me?!"
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing—wait, Adam's apple? I don't think I have one! This damn body!
He peered through his fingers, trying to glean clues from the expressions of those around him. But before he could find any, the music suddenly stopped.

On stage, Taeyeon, who was posing, clearly sensed the unusual atmosphere in the audience. Following the gazes of the fans, she also fixed her eyes on Kang Cheol in the audience.

Eyes facing each other.

Jiang Che had a strange feeling that something was wrong. Taeyeon's eyes clearly showed surprise, followed by a knowing smile.

Jiang Che's mind went blank. "Is that look directed at me? Ha... it definitely isn't."

But then the short captain on the stage smirked and suddenly pointed in Jiang Che's direction!
A voice, like a young girl's coquettish plea, amplified by the microphone, resounded throughout the entire venue:

"Hey! Yoona!"

"Didn't you text me saying you had something important to do today and wouldn't be coming to my birthday party?!"

boom--!
The name "Yoona" was like two bombs, exploding directly in his mind!

...Yoona?
That visual center of Girls' Generation? That one known as "Lin Dae-jun" or "Lin Ping-zhi"... Im Yoon-a?!
I...I'm Lim Yoona now?! The figure is somewhat similar, but it must be a lie, right? How could I become Lim Yoona? Where is Lim Yoona? Did her consciousness disappear?

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