Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

The chatter in the locker room quickly quieted down.

Josep Guardiola, with a tactical board with a magnetic clasp held between his hands, swept his gaze across everyone's faces.

The oppressive feeling in the air began to multiply.

He eventually fixed his gaze on the Asian-mixed-race man sitting at the back of the bench.

Actually, there's no need to deliberately look for it.

Lee Ji-hoon's exceptionally handsome appearance, coupled with his undeniable nonchalant demeanor, made him stand out even among the glamorous elites.

Guardiola raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of seasoned sarcasm: "Leon, looks like you had a great time on your Asian trip. Did you get enough vacation time?"

Lee Chi-hoon put on the red, breathable training vest.

"Of course not, Coach."

This blunt reply elicited a series of very low chuckles from the surrounding teammates.

Thomas Muller secretly gave a thumbs-up from behind the metal cabinet next to him.

Ram shook his head helplessly as he tied the laces of his spiked shoes.

Guardiola had no intention of letting these guys relax any longer. He slammed his tactical board twice on the round table: "The competition on the wings this season will only be more brutal than last year. The training intensity here will definitely go up another level."

"Don't expect me to give you any special treatment just because you performed well at the end of last season." This warning carries a lot of weight.

"I feel like I've been resting for too long."

Facing the head coach's scrutinizing gaze, Lee Chi-hoon replied with high emotional intelligence, "My bones are practically rusting; I'm ready for any intensity level at any time."

Guardiola gave a noncommittal shrug.

On the surface, he looked down on the kid's constant boasting, but deep down he was quite satisfied with his fearless and confident demeanor.

Lee Chi-hoon lowered his head to adjust the cute fabric wristband on his right wrist.

My mind is unusually clear right now; I'm far from being at the stage where I can completely lie down.

No matter how much trouble he stirred up in Seoul's entertainment industry, or how formidable his offshore capital was, what truly gave him confidence was the green grass beneath his feet that he was about to step onto.

As long as he continues to climb the ranks in Bayern Munich's Galacticos, his influence in South Korea and even the world will expand rapidly. At that time, even if he openly brings his girlfriend into the spotlight to announce their relationship, no one will dare to cause trouble.

Half an hour later, the sunlight outside became a little too bright.

The grass, freshly watered by the water truck in the early morning, exuded the smell of damp earth.

Lee Ji-hoon jogged and warmed up with the group. At first, he only did some basic passing and receiving movements and did not exert any force, so he did not attract much attention.

It wasn't until the team doctor called him to the sidelines and completed that tedious set of basic body fat and muscle activity tests that he finally understood.

The data analyst in charge of recording stared at the screen and gasped in shock.

[The interim physical test results are excellent, muscle fatigue levels are at their lowest, and the patient has fully recovered.]

A semi-transparent green notification panel from the system popped up in my mind.

The whistle blew, and the whole team immediately entered a high-intensity half-court scrimmage.

This is a real, fierce battle for position.

No one will give you any special treatment just because you were a key player last season.

Lee Ji-hoon's powerful physical attributes, bestowed by the system, and his functional state, which earned him the title of "physical monster" within the team, were fully displayed at this moment.

Ribery intercepted the ball near the center circle and delivered a powerful long diagonal pass to the right wing.

Lee Ji-hoon sprinted towards the high ball near the sideline, his thigh muscles instantly taut.

Without slowing down at all, he comfortably controlled the ball in front of him with the outside of his right foot, while simultaneously sticking close to a midfielder who was marking him.

The two engaged in a fierce physical confrontation while running at high speed.

Lee Ji-hoon not only didn't lose the ball, but also used the opponent's impact to stabilize his balance, and then his shoulder suddenly sank down.

This was a very realistic dribbling feint, which completely threw the defender off balance.

Just as the opponent tried to reach out and pull his jersey, he immediately cut inside with a shot, forcefully tearing apart the entire flank defense.

The last starting center-back gritted his teeth and slid in from the side.

Lee Chi-hoon didn't back down at all. Under the immense defensive pressure, he subtly poked forward with the toe of his right foot.

The ball, skimming the slippery grass, darted like a white lightning bolt, slipping between the goalkeeper's outstretched legs and into the net.

This unreasonable, explosive shot caused several assistant coaches on the sidelines to exchange surprised glances.

"Good lad, run more actively!"

Guardiola stood on the sidelines, an approving look on his face, and shouted loudly towards the field.

While sweating it out on the green field in Munich.

The other end of Munich's affluent neighborhood.

The atmosphere inside a modern industrial-style villa with panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows was quite lively.

In the spacious and bright living room, Choi Sulli was happily spinning around on the soft wool carpet with her two bare, white little feet.

She was holding up the latest smartphone, the screen of which showed a cross-border video call with f(x) leader Victoria Song.

"Mom, look, look!"

Choi Sulli excitedly turned her phone camera around, eagerly showing off the ridiculously large duplex design: "The private garden outside is so big, and the air is so fresh."

On the other end, Victoria Song was holding a comeback schedule and had just finished going over the announcements with her manager.

Watching the girl running around the room with such merriment, the hardworking captain was both exasperated and amused: "Choi Jin-ri, you're practically running off to be a carefree rich girl."

"Your face is practically screaming 'I'm in love'."

"Take it easy on me, or I'll personally beat you up when you come back to Seoul."

Despite the verbal threat from its captain, this peach was completely unafraid.

She turned the camera back to her, smiling sweetly, "Mom is the best to me, she would never bear to hit me~"

The girl then sent a loud, forceful kiss through the screen, her face full of confident flattery.

On the other end of the video, Victoria Song got goosebumps from the overwhelming pink bubble.

This awful, nauseating smell of love.

Victoria Song couldn't stand this little woman's crazy boasting, so she made up a lame excuse that she had to go to a meeting with the planning department and ruthlessly hung up the phone.

The moment the video went black, Choi Sulli pouted her moist red lips in dissatisfaction.

Her mind was overflowing with pink joy, which she hadn't even fully expressed in those two minutes.

Today I need to find a patient listener so she can properly vent all this smugness.

The girl sat cross-legged on the large leather sofa, her eyes darting around before quickly fixing on a familiar Seoul number in her contacts.

The video call was successfully connected in less than three seconds.

In a high-end beauty salon in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul, Lee Ji-eun sat obediently in front of the mirror, letting the makeup artist finish the work on her face.

I saw that familiar face on the screen, eyes sparkling with stars.

This popular female singer, hailed as the nation's little sister, even speaks in a high-pitched, almost ethereal tone: "My darling peach, long time no see, I miss you so much~"

"I miss you so much, Ji-eun!"

Choi Sulli responded sweetly, and then immediately used the same combo she had used against Song Qian.

The villa's interior features distinctively luxurious furnishings, with two pairs of slippers, one pink and one black, sitting close together on the shoe rack in the entryway, and a love-filled breakfast left unfinished on the dining table.

She presented everything to Lee Ji-eun in great detail.

As you look, Lee Ji-eun's fair face, which was originally adorned with a bright smile, visibly darkened little by little.

She finally understood completely.

This girl made a long video call from overseas, not to reconnect with any sisterly feelings.

"You little peach."

Lee Ji-eun took a deep breath, furious: "You found a good guy in your relationship, so you come here just to show off to me, huh?"

"I'm starting to wonder if you're so used to Korea that you're planning to settle down in Germany and never come back?"

Lee Ji-eun raised her hand to signal the makeup artist to pause for a moment, and then said defiantly into her phone, "You just wait, I'll find a man a hundred times better than your oppa someday."

"Just wait and see how I shove tons of this dog food back into your mouth!"

Instead of being scared, Choi Sulli on the other side of the screen showed a proud look that seemed to invite a beating.

"Ji-eun, this is a bit difficult."

The girl rested her chin on her hand, her tone as self-righteous as could be: "I think there are probably very few men in the whole world who are better than my oppa. Where are you going to find one?"

These shameless words of defending her own made Lee Ji-eun clench her fists on the spot.

Her finger was already on the red hang-up button.

But then she thought about it carefully.

Lee Ji-hoon possesses unparalleled good looks due to his mixed heritage, offshore capital, and top-tier player skills that allow him to dominate in Europe.

With these formidable physical attributes combined, finding a perfect replacement in the real world that surpasses it in every way is a hundred times more difficult than climbing to heaven.

Helpless, Lee Ji-eun stretched out her right hand and slapped her smooth forehead hard.

"Okay, okay, I give up."

She sighed heavily, but her eyes held a hint of relief: "Your mixed-race oppa is the most powerful god in the entire universe, is that alright now?"

"Quickly shut up all that messy pink bubble stuff and stop showering this miserable single dog with PDA."

This frank act of yielding greatly satisfied Xiaotaozi's vanity.

Choi Sulli finally let her off the hook and stopped deliberately using those facilities to provoke people.

She nestled comfortably on the sofa and shared all the little things that had happened in her life over the past two days, like spilling beans.

For example, waking up in the morning to find a glass of warm milk that has been prepared. Or keeping that yellow sticky note with a thoughtful message.

He was also willing to disrupt his own lifestyle in order to personally help her hang those cheap women's clothes in the walk-in closet.

These seemingly mundane little things, when spoken vividly by this girl, exude a captivating and deeply affectionate flavor.

Lee Ji-eun listened in the beauty salon, completely stunned.

The last shred of resistance she had was completely shattered by this phone call.

Even though she was used to seeing all sorts of handsome men and beautiful women and aloof rich kids in the dazzling entertainment industry, she couldn't help but feel a pang of inexplicable bitterness.

"See? See?"

Lee Ji-eun's face was full of envy, jealousy and hatred: "I knew the man I personally vetted was definitely reliable. You girl just stumbled upon a treasure by sheer luck."

"Oh my God, where has my perfect man gotten lost?!"

This heartfelt sigh made Choi Sulli on the other side of the screen burst into laughter on the large sofa.

Despite being separated by a long time zone, the two joked and played around without any inhibitions through the small screen for quite a while.

They exchanged a half-hearted kiss and then abruptly ended the long video call.

A special notification message popped up unexpectedly at the top of the phone screen.

Choi Sulli gently touched it with her fair fingertips.

If you're free this afternoon, would you like to come to the Sebena training ground to watch me train?

Looking at this concise text, her beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly curved into a lovely crescent moon.

This girl longed to grow wings and fly to that vast green field, wanting to witness her man shining brightly on his home turf.

But when she typed her reply, she still put on a very theatrical air.

Won't coming to find you like this disturb your training?

The insincere message had just been sent.

Without even waiting for a reply, she casually tossed the expensive new phone onto the cushion behind her.

The girl, barefoot, rushed into the spacious walk-in closet on the second floor like an excited little whirlwind.

The crisp clanging of clothes hangers echoed through the quiet room.

She began searching and comparing among rows of colorful clothes.

She disliked that this color was too plain and didn't flatter her complexion, and she also disliked that the style was too flashy and made her look like a crazy woman.

Just moments ago, this woman was feigning concern about disturbing others' training, but now all she can think about is how to make herself the most beautiful sight in Munich.