Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

A morning in Munich.

Early winter sunlight streamed obliquely into the second-floor bedroom through the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying a slightly cool and clean scent.

This was also the first day that Lee Chi-hoon and Momoko began living together.

As for those pulling, fooling around, and leg-weak 'sports' last night, the two have tacitly chosen to leave them as 404 pages, and they've been censored.

A bulge of bedding was piled up in the center of the large bed.

Choi Sulli woke up naturally, and groggily turned over, instinctively reaching out to hug the warm man next to her.

But when I touched the soft mattress, I found nothing.

The bed beside me was already empty, but the spot where my fingers touched still had a little warmth that hadn't dissipated, so I must have just gotten up not long ago.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, casually scratching her long hair, which looked like a bird's nest from sleeping.

He didn't even bother to rummage through the closet; he simply grabbed the oversized black T-shirt that was a man's signature piece from the foot of the bed and put it on.

The hem of her dress hung loosely between her thighs, exuding an air of unguarded freedom and languor.

She wasn't even wearing slippers; she was just walking down the spiral staircase in white socks, yawning as she searched.

"Oppa?"

No one answered in the empty living room.

Shirley strolled down to the open-plan island kitchen on the first floor and immediately saw the food laid out on the dining table.

Two slices of slightly charred toast, a perfectly shaped heart-shaped fried egg, and a large glass of fresh milk covered with a glass lid.

There were even a few of her favorite strawberry cupcakes on the table.

Even more eye-catching than the food was the yellow sticky note under the jam jar.

Choi Sulli picked up the glass of milk, and without caring whether it was hot or cold, tilted her head back and gulped down a big mouthful.

He put down the cup after finishing his drink and slowly pulled out the note.

Above is a line of sharp and beautiful handwriting.

Remember to heat up the milk before drinking it, you silly girl.

I didn't want to disturb you since you were sleeping so soundly.

If you're bored, there's a game console under the TV.

【Wait for me to come back and be with you. — Your loving Ji Hoon oppa.】

The moment I saw these lines clearly.

The mouthful of cold milk that Choi Sulli had just swallowed suddenly seemed rather funny.

After drinking all that, I finally saw the helpful tip to heat up the milk.

The scene was a little awkward, but it was nothing serious, since I'm young and have a healthy stomach anyway.

Holding that light, flimsy note, he couldn't help but smile.

I have to say, oppa's behavior was so unfair that it made her heart flutter.

It was exactly the perfect married life she had fantasized about countless times during those terribly sleepless nights.

I woke up early in the morning and someone brought me a carefully prepared meal, explaining even the smallest details.

Although the two of them haven't even officially mentioned marriage yet, the lock in her heart has been completely welded shut.

This man can only belong to her for life; no one else can take him away.

"That awful oppa, he really treats me like a helpless child."

Little Peach muttered softly, without a trace of complaint in her tone.

This kind of special treatment, being treated like a little good-for-nothing, is so sweet it's almost dizzying.

She was already overjoyed, and she ate a simple toast and fried egg meal with great relish.

After eating and drinking her fill, Choi Sulli sat cross-legged on a high stool, holding a glass in both hands.

She took out her phone, opened the pinned chat window, and typed rapidly on the keyboard with her two thumbs.

Have you already gone to the training base for training?

Before she could even put down her phone and change her posture, the other end replied to her message instantly.

[Just arrived at the parking lot.]

Immediately afterwards, a casually taken photo was shown.

The photo shows a row of neatly parked Audi sponsored cars, with the red and white exterior of the Seberna Street training base in the background. The cold wind makes the leaves of the roadside trees look a bit desolate.

Looking at this photo filtered through the lens of German cold air, Choi Sulli could even smell the fresh scent of grass that belongs to the early morning.

Before she could reply, another message popped up.

Are you bored at home?

There aren't many training programs resuming today; the maximum training time will be two hours.

I'll get it done quickly and come back to be with you right away.

In fact, many laymen do not understand the daily routines of professional athletes.

The daily training sessions in Europe's top five leagues are usually not long, at most only two or three hours a day.

Those few hours of physical training and high-intensity competition were so intense that they could make an ordinary person's legs go weak and they would collapse on the spot.

Looking at these messages, which are detailed in every aspect.

Choi Sulli squinted her peach blossom eyes with satisfaction.

If you have a man who reports his whereabouts anytime and anywhere and cherishes you, why pretend to be independent and make excuses at this time?

Just accept this damn favoritism and that's it.

【I'm not bored. The house is so big, I could explore it all day.】

Train hard, be careful, and don't get injured!

After clicking send, she reached out and poked at the tall figure vaguely reflected in the car window in the photo on the screen.

The moment this man approaches that exclusive training ground, his entire demeanor changes completely compared to when he was in that dimly lit bar in Seoul.

Even through the internet, you can feel that composure and confidence emanating from within.

She liked his fierce demeanor, as if he were ready to conquer all.

the other side.

Munich, Säbener Straße first team training ground.

The spacious locker room had already become lively, filled with the sounds unique to professional teams.

The air was filled with the strong scents of various muscle sprays mixed with the minty smell of physiotherapy patches, and a few unrestrained German swear words flying around.

Li Chixun pushed open the door and went inside.

Several assistant coaches were distributing new season tracking vests in a corner, while two team doctors were shouting players' names, urging them to go to the equipment across the corridor to do basic fatigue tests.

He was already used to this testosterone-fueled professional environment, and he felt completely at ease as soon as he entered, like a fish back in water.

He carried his ever-present black sports bag and walked straight to the locker with his name on it.

I had just unzipped my jacket halfway when a guy with messy hair and a sly look in his eyes approached me.

Thomas Muller, like a ghost, grabbed his neck.

"Wow, look who's back!"

Muller not only spoke, but also gestured with his fingers near his cheek, his face full of mischief.

"Leon, with that smug, beaming look on you, you don't look like you're on a proper vacation in Seoul at all."

With that loud shout, most of the people in the locker room were drawn to it.

Li Chixun slapped his arm away: "It's just a normal vacation, don't project your lewd imagination onto me."

"Who would believe that?" Muller rubbed his reddened hand, his eyes darting around like a scanner.

This scan actually revealed a blind spot to him.

He suddenly widened his eyes and pointed at Li Chixun's right wrist, shouting exaggeratedly.

"Good heavens, what the hell is that thing?!"

Lee Ji-hoon had just taken off his coat when the cotton wristband that Choi Sulli had sewn by hand on his right wrist was revealed so openly.

This item, bearing obvious signs of being handmade, seemed out of place among Bayern Munich's usually impeccably dressed stars.

Müller burst out laughing, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

"Did some kindergarten girl mark you? This wristband is so handmade, I could sew it ten times better with my toes!"

I was infected by that infectious laughter.

Ribery, wearing a football sock, came over and the Frenchman winked and looked him up and down.

"He's not just being marked, he's been so pampered he's completely lost his bearings."

Ribery patted the metal cabinet door next to him, his expression quite varied: "Look at his condition, his complexion, it's even more exaggerated than when he came back from a two-week vacation in Ibiza."

Captain Ram, who had been sitting on the bench changing his spiked shoes, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He stood up and clapped his hands with a serious expression.

"Alright guys, stop with your crazy jokes."

Looking at these lively bunch who revealed their true colors as soon as the holidays started, Ram gave them a helpless reminder.

"Today is the first day of training camp. Pep watched a few video recordings yesterday and his mood was so-so."

"Everyone must first go next door to complete the body fat test and muscle condition test, and then go to the outer field for ball training. If you don't want to get scolded, get moving quickly."

The noise in the locker room subsided slightly after the captain spoke.

However, Boateng peeked halfway out from the physiotherapy room, still stubbornly gossiping.

"So which girl with no taste sent this? It's so embarrassing to give away."

Faced with this group of gossipy, rough men, Li Chixun closed the locker.

He casually adjusted the ugly wristband to a comfortable position on his wrist, making no attempt to conceal it whatsoever.

"I took care of some minor household chores while on vacation."

He leaned against the cabinet door, his gaze casual, his tone utterly nonchalant. "These are the side spoils."

This statement contained a lot of information, coupled with his smug expression that seemed to see right through him.

A deafening chorus of boos immediately erupted in the locker room.

Anyone with eyes can see that this kid's trip back to South Korea has definitely cleaned up that huge family mess.

But jokes aside...

Several core veteran players couldn't help but admire Li Chixun's firm muscle lines and his solid, competitive physical condition.

Even when he goes on vacation or dates abroad, this guy maintains his competitive level at a terrifying level.

Before Muller could continue questioning who the initials on the trophy represented, the locker room door was forcefully pushed open from the outside.

The once noisy space suddenly became quiet.

Josep Guardiola strode in, strode in, strode around, strode in, and twirled around, a tactical board with a magnetic clasp between his fingers.

The Spanish coach's gaze swept across everyone's faces.

The oppressive feeling in the air began to multiply.

Guardiola walked to the round table in the center, flicked his wrist, and slammed the tactical board heavily onto the table.

"It seems everyone had a very fulfilling summer break, looking all slick and shiny."

His tone wasn't loud, but it was hard to ignore him.

"But now, I need you to immediately get rid of all those images of beaches, alcohol, and those messy women from your minds."

His gaze moved slowly, finally lingering for two more seconds on Lee Chi-hoon's fearless mixed-race face.

"Last season's treble is history. No big club will want to keep playing to our tune."

"Our only goal this season is to crush all those fools who dare to challenge us on the pitch."

Guardiola pointed to the exit leading to the training ground and gave the order decisively.

"Now, everyone, get out there and run laps!"

Upon hearing this merciless reprimand, everyone in the locker room immediately dropped their nonchalant attitude.

They lined up one by one and walked out obediently.

Lee Chi-hoon walked at the very back of the group.

He tugged at the breathable collar of his training vest, listening to the crisp scraping sound of his cleats hitting the hard rubber mat.

The unique smell of gunpowder from the top-level arena is truly exhilarating.

The real competition is finally about to begin.