Peninsula 2017: Is the system living in the past?

"Hyomin, where did Jiyeon find someone like this?"

Eun-kyung's design cottage.

Cho Eun-kyung stared blankly at the so-called "neo-retro" concept on the tablet in her hand for a while, then turned to Park Hyo-min beside her.

The proposal in my hand is short and lacks textual description.

After a brief exchange, both of them understood the concept proposed by Jiang Xingchen.

That's why they feel like they're the same kind of people.

Zhao Enjing even believes that if he continues to delve deeper into this area, he might become a leader in the retro trend.

After that, Park Jiyeon showed them a dance video.

In just a few short minutes, it once again refreshed their understanding.

The difficulty level is neither too high nor too low, but it's very cool and has an absolutely addictive quality.

Once that dance is released, it will definitely attract many people to imitate it.

By then, the hype will be immense.

That's why.

Even though Jiang Xingchen had been gone for a while, Zhao Enjing still couldn't help but be curious about his identity.

Do you know a little?

Not good at it.

Where did this freak come from?

"Eun-kyung unnie, you're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Upon hearing this, Park Hyo-min tilted her head, rolled her eyes, and asked in return.

After their last appearance together on a promotional event, all three of them, except for Ham Eun-jung who still had a family drama filming schedule to finish, enjoyed a long break.

Since we didn't live together and each did our own thing, we naturally didn't contact each other as frequently.

Especially in the past week or so, they haven't been in contact.

So they had no idea where Park Jiyeon had found this person.

They also invited the other party to be their consultant.

"Mora..."

Zhao Enjing shrugged, then stopped dwelling on the question and gave a gossipy smile. "Do you think they're dating?"

"As it stands, there shouldn't be any."

Upon hearing this speculation, Park Hyo-min briefly considered it and then gave a negative answer.

Although, judging from the way the two spoke and the occasional physical gestures, they did seem quite close.

However, they hadn't been out of contact for a long time, and their familiarity with each other hadn't disappeared, so it was clear that they weren't dating.

But it was also because of their slightly intimate gestures.

It's not as absolute as some people say.

"That's true."

"Unnie, let's get down to business!"

Seeing that Zhao Enjing was deep in thought, Park Hyomin tapped the tablet a few times to bring her back to reality.

...

...

The next day.

Dongdaemun Design Plaza.

The main event of this year's Seoul Fashion Week.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the last rays of autumn sunlight slanted across the blue carpet.

The sound of camera shutters clicking was constant at the scene.

The frequency of flash photography has also reached its highest point in recent days.

The female celebrities seem to be wearing their entire fortune on their bodies.

Wearing all sorts of fancy clothes and designer brands, they want everyone's attention to be focused on them.

Just then, a black van slowly came to a stop.

It was unclear who had arrived, but the cameras waiting nearby naturally turned towards them.

The car door slid open.

There were no extravagantly long skirts.

There are no dazzling diamond necklaces.

Park Hyo-min walked out gracefully.

She was wearing a minimalist black and white polka dot sundress that Jiang Xingchen had stuffed into a plastic bag for her.

She went into the dressing room not long after Jiang Xingchen and Park Jiyeon left yesterday.

I had thought it might need some trimming.

Unexpectedly, it fit perfectly.

He wore a loose-fitting, distressed leather jacket over his clothes, and as advised, one shoulder was exposed.

For her shoes, she ultimately chose stilettos.

After all, it can effectively increase height and has a better visual effect.

The accessories were not adjusted.

Pink, translucent, narrow-rimmed sunglasses on the bridge of her nose.

And a retro-style Fujifilm camera.

After stepping onto the blue carpet, she didn't wave or stand at a fixed point like the others.

Instead, he raised his camera and playfully snapped photos of the reporters and audience members at the scene, amidst the frantically flashing lenses around him.

Accompanying her actions.

There was a brief silence for a few seconds.

But then...

"Click, click, click!"

The sound of camera shutters almost formed a continuous line.

An even greater surge of enthusiasm followed.

Park Hyo-min wore a smug smile, completely ignoring the discomfort caused to her eyes by the intense flashes of light.

And just like that, without any press releases or buying any trending topics.

After she entered.

On the entertainment news section.

The hashtags #Hyomin_Style and #Newtro_Queen immediately topped the trending charts.

correct.

The word Newtro.

She said it during an interview.

She added that this was a fantastic concept designed specifically for her by Mr. K, a modern designer who redefined retro and nostalgia. (The Korean surname "Kang" begins with the letter K, hence the name.)

...

...

"Ji-yeon, why didn't you go to the show?"

Inside the EPOCH office on the second floor, Mangwon-dong 6-ga, Mapo-gu.

Jiang Xingchen sat at the old desk, eating a bowl of hot seafood noodle soup.

On the tablet beside me was news about Park Hyo-min at Fashion Week tonight.

After hearing that it was trending on social media, he clicked to take a look.

As he was about to finish the rest of his noodles, he looked up at Park Jiyeon, who was sitting opposite him and also eating.

I asked it casually.

After all, given her current state, just showing her face at this event would at least make the news and increase her exposure.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

as predicted.

Hearing him say this, Park Jiyeon smiled and looked up.

"I'd love to go, but there's no one here to create a completely new concept specifically for me!"

That simple sentence, who knows how much resentment was hidden inside?

"Mr. K!"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Park Jiyeon simply put down her chopsticks, stared at him with a half-smile, and repeated the way Park Hyomin addressed him during the interview.

I didn't hear that title at Cho Eun-kyung's studio yesterday.

Then, she made an ambiguous "tsk tsk" sound as she carefully examined Jiang Xingchen.

The next second, he put down his chopsticks and replied with a helpless expression.

"Hey, just say it properly, why are you making such weird noises..."

"This topic wasn't started by me," Park Jiyeon said, seemingly unwilling to let the matter rest. She tapped her long, slender fingers lightly on the table, her bright eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mr. K!"

At this moment, Jiang Xingchen felt a chill run down her spine.

He raised his hand and gestured as if to press down.

"Stop, don't call me that, it sounds weird."

"When you saw Hyomin unnie being called that in the news just now, you seemed to have complimented her, didn't you?"

"Ani, I was praising her wit."

"I didn't feel anything!"

"Oh...didn't I promise you three requests that you haven't even thought of yet?"

"How can they be the same!"

"Aren't they the same?"

"Think about it, what did you do when you came to me?"

"What did you do?"

"All you're doing is making empty promises!"

"Didn't they also analyze future trends?"

"Oh, and they even took money from me!"

......