Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

3:30 p.m., Munich Säbener Straße first team training ground.

The air was filled with the crisp chill of early winter, mixed with the damp smell of grass that had been mercilessly trampled by sneaker spikes.

Choi Sulli followed behind a club staff member, walking down a discreet internal passage that was rarely open to the public.

This girl is bundled up extremely tightly today.

The oversized black cotton fisherman's hat was pulled down to his brow bone, and a dark mask was neatly worn over his face, making him look like a secret agent preparing to infiltrate a top-secret location.

As soon as you step out of the dark passage, the chilling atmosphere and masculine energy of a top European professional football club hits you immediately.

This was completely different from the world she was familiar with.

This isn't the Myeongdong street scene in Seoul, where fans scream and camera flashes are everywhere.

It's not like those backstage areas during music show performances, filled with strong perfumes and makeup brush bristles.

This is the world's top football arena, a battleground where men worth tens or even hundreds of millions of euros wager their bodies.

It was also the place where the man who teased her every night in the apartment in different ways truly shone on the world stage.

She sat somewhat reservedly in the designated family viewing area on the sidelines.

As soon as she sat down, her almond-shaped eyes, visible through her mask, accurately spotted that familiar figure among the dozens of tall people in uniform training clothes.

Lee Ji-hoon wore a tight-fitting red breathable vest, his tall and broad frame stretching the garment without a single wrinkle.

He was facing away from the stands, engaging in close-quarters battles with several European defenders who were also over 1.85 meters tall.

There was a muffled thud.

Lee Ji-hoon used his brutal body to forcefully push aside the defender's center of gravity, while maintaining a steady pace of movement.

Sweat streamed down his deep-set, mixed-race features, dripping onto the grass.

The way this man is acting now is nothing like the lazy, annoying young master he usually is at home.

The aggressive aura emanating from him made her mouth go dry as she watched from the sidelines, and even her breathing unconsciously quickened to match the rhythm of his running.

So handsome!

It turns out that in the eyes of his opponents, he was such a terrifying monster!

Choi Sulli's hands were tightly clasped together on her lap.

Only at this moment did she realize with absolute clarity just how dazzling a presence this man, whom she had so domineeringly possessed, truly was in his world.

With Guardiola's sharp whistle, the intense tactical training session that had lasted all afternoon moved directly into the final group shooting session.

Lee Chi-hoon stood at the top of the penalty area, his chest rising and falling slightly with each deep breath.

Actually, he had already caught a glimpse of the peach wrapped up like a big rice dumpling in the stands from across most of the stadium.

The moment it was his turn to break through with the ball.

He flicked the ball forward with the outside of his right foot, accelerating a second time, and dribbled the ball like a sharp knife, cutting diagonally into the penalty area.

Facing the world's top goalkeeper's attack, he made no unnecessary feints.

With a powerful push off the slippery grass with his left foot, he flexed his right instep and slammed it into the lower middle part of the ball.

The ball left a brutal white afterimage in mid-air, arcing incredibly, and slammed into the net from the absolute top left corner of the goal.

The moment the ball went in, several foreign assistant coaches standing on the sidelines couldn't help but whistle loudly.

But Lee Chi-hoon didn't even look at the violently shaking net.

He turned around directly and, under the watchful eyes of a group of world-class stars and coaching staff, blatantly faced the family spectator area on the sidelines.

With his hands raised high above his head, fingertips joined together, he made a flamboyant gesture to form a huge heart.

That face, with its strong, imposing mixed-race features, also wore a signature, unrestrained smile.

For a split second, the entire audience fell silent.

Choi Sulli sat stunned in the folding chair, feeling dizzy from this sudden, high-profile public declaration of love.

Is this man crazy?! This is the central stadium of Bayern Munich's training ground; is he trying to make sure everyone knows what he's doing?!

But there was nothing we could do.

The sweetness in her heart was like that of eating a dozen jars of thick honey, irresistible and surging into her body.

In just a few seconds, Peach went from shy to happy, laughing so hard that the edge of her mask kept shaking.

The girl not only didn't try to dodge, but instead joined several base staff members who were completely unaware of what was going on, raising their hands and clapping vigorously.

That secret sense of pride, that her man was overflowing, emanated entirely from her shining eyes.

This completes a smooth remote interaction.

These shrewd European teammates, who were used to being surrounded by women, could easily see through the shady dealings.

Thomas Muller, with his hair completely soaked in sweat, stood with his hands exaggeratedly on his hips.

He followed Lee Ji-hoon's gaze and immediately spotted the Asian girl on the sidelines, who was bundled up to the extreme.

His loud, boisterous shouting, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, echoed across most of the stadium.

"I knew it! Leon was playing so flashy right from the start today!"

"So it turns out there was someone on the sidelines specifically checking up on things!"

He yelled and twitched his hip muscles in a cheeky manner, mimicking Li Jixun's earlier actions by frantically making heart shapes with his hands.

The teammates around him, who were stretching and relaxing, immediately burst into a huge uproar of laughter, which shook the birds in the air and made them fly away.

Ribery went straight over and slapped Lee Ji-hoon's sweaty back hard.

The old Frenchman scrunched up his somewhat rough features, making no attempt to hide his teasing: "Well done, buddy. Remember to conserve your energy tonight!"

Li Chixun chuckled lightly, too lazy to pay attention to these ruthless men in heat.

Although they weren't close, and given their rapid-fire Bavarian-accented German, Choi Sulli couldn't understand a word they were saying.

But seeing those burly, world-class soccer stars all pointing and gesturing in their direction, and all of them grinning so lewdly...

The overly obvious atmosphere is enough to make it clear that this is definitely not something to say in a positive light.

A sense of relaxed social death, as if being publicly dragged out for trial, instantly enveloped this peach.

Her face, hidden beneath the mask, turned a peachy pink, and she seemed unsure of what to do with her hands and feet while sitting there.

The dismissal whistle finally sounded.

Lee Ji-hoon casually refused the energy replenishment gel offered by the physiotherapist, walked straight past the cart, and strode towards the stands.

Upon approaching and seeing Xiaotaozi's embarrassed and shy appearance, he grabbed a huge white towel that still smelled of body heat from exercise and the fresh scent of laundry detergent, and unceremoniously dropped it from the sky.

It was slammed directly onto Choi Sulli's head, covering half of her eyes.

Lee Chi-hoon stood silently in front of her, his hands in the pockets of his training pants, still looking as deadbeat as ever.

Stop looking around.

"My woman can't be completely seen by these uncultured, naive men."

Sulli hurriedly pulled the large towel off her face.

She immediately grabbed the man's thick arm in protest: "I've already dressed as discreetly as possible, okay!"

With this whole outfit of hats and masks, even their own parents might not recognize them.

"That's quite low-key."

Li Chixun glanced at her sideways, his expression full of veiled praise and forced smiles.

"It's just that you're so dazzling that you can be picked out at a glance in a 20,000-person stadium."

These words, which sounded sharp and critical, were accompanied by his smug expression.

It immediately dispelled the last bit of embarrassment that Choi Sulli felt.

This blatant praise made the corners of her mouth involuntarily turn up, wide enough to hang an oil lamp on; she probably couldn't even press it down with her hand.

The two of them walked along the spacious corridor, through the players' private passage, and towards the garage outside the locker room, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

"oppa".

"Um?"

"Your last shot was absolutely amazing!"

She tilted her head back and leaned closer to him, her eyes filled with pure, unadulterated adoration.

Lee Chi-hoon ripped off his heavy tactical vest and tossed it into the cart.

"It's alright."

Looking into those bright eyes, the little feather of vanity in Li Chixun's heart had already been stirred up by those words.

To be looked at with such adoration by one's own woman.

For a fully developed adult male, this kind of enjoyment is a hundred times more exhilarating than winning the Man of the Match award in the Champions League.

But he maintained his nonchalant expression, ignoring the compliment, and simply ruffled her hair.

At dusk, the streets of Munich's quiet, affluent neighborhood.

A black, extended, bulletproof Mercedes-Benz drove along the wide asphalt road, the streetlights just beginning to cast a dim, yellow glow.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the dark window tint, casting a soothing, dark orange glow on the spacious back seat.

The two sat side by side in the back seat.

Sulli, who usually chatters away like a sparrow whenever she gets the chance, was unusually quiet this time, not making the slightest sound.

She shed all her pretenses and simply leaned quietly on Li Chixun's shoulder, her gaze passing over the man's chest as she watched the distinctive buildings and the slowly receding street taverns outside the window.

The atmosphere inside the well-insulated carriage was almost too quiet.

Li Chixun had long since developed an instinctive sensitivity to the emotional fluctuations of this peach.

He turned halfway to the side and gently stroked the tip of her pert nose with his finger: "Why are you suddenly so quiet? Is something bothering our Miss Cui?"

Sulli did not immediately respond.

She slowly withdrew her gaze from the scenery, instead finding a softer angle on his shoulder and rubbing her cheek against him forcefully. After a few seconds of pause, she slowly opened her mouth.

"Actually, I don't have any worries."

"I just suddenly understand why so many passionate fans and girls are so crazy about you."

This sudden and somewhat sentimental sentiment was completely out of character for her.

Li Chixun didn't rush to reply. He simply raised an eyebrow, leaned back in his chair, and patiently waited for her to continue.

Sure enough, the girl suddenly changed the subject.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, playfully stuck out a finger, and gently poked his chin twice. Her fair and beautiful face was filled with an unprecedented seriousness.

"But what they are crazy about is just that superhero who is invincible on the green field."

"But what I really like is that Ji Hoon oppa who would warm me a cup of milk at home after the game, and that unique you who would unconditionally indulge me, pamper me, and take care of me."

She looked directly into his darkened pupils without flinching, speaking each word softly yet hitting the nail on the head.

This seemingly soft but actually highly aggressive confession left Lee Chi-hoon completely bewildered.

This little girl is now using her straightforward tactics, and they're far more lethal than even an old hand like him.

Lee Chi-hoon finally couldn't help but let out a few pleasant laughs.

He reached out his strong hand and ruffled her fluffy hair twice without any politeness, making her already somewhat loose hair even more messy.

I have no reason to respond to such a heartfelt and soul-searching confession with any fancy words or nonsense.

All his favoritism and lifelong commitment were locked in that smile and the strength of his palm.

After he had laughed enough, he leaned back in his comfortable chair.

Lee Chi-hoon pinched her soft cheek, instantly bringing the scene back from the clouds to the most realistic everyday life.

"Alright, you've been yelling on the sidelines for so long, your stomach must be growling by now, right?"

The topic was abruptly changed by him, catching everyone off guard.

Just moments ago, Peach was completely immersed in that soul-stirring feeling and pink warmth, and her eyes were clearly about to well up with tears of emotion.

He shut her down abruptly with that unfriendly question.

What a clueless jerk! The pink atmosphere didn't even last three seconds!

Choi Sulli glared at him fiercely, snorted irritably, and all the gratitude she felt vanished with anger.

"Tell me, what kind of fancy meal do you want to have when we get back to the villa tonight?"

Li Chixun completely ignored her resentment, casually tightened his embrace around her, and spoke in a relaxed and cheerful tone.

"Today, since someone's mouth is so sweet, I'll cook for you myself. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you, you little idiot."

Upon hearing this sentence...

That sentimental female idol who wanted to continue lamenting the passing of spring and autumn for the sake of atmosphere instantly died within her body.

The pure, utterly foodie soul instantly awakened and revived on the spot.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Really?!"

Choi Sulli's beautiful eyes gleamed with a hungry green light.

She immediately straightened up, clapping her two small hands together excitedly, completely throwing away the restraint she had shown earlier.

"I want to eat it all—sweet and sour pork, soybean paste stew, and that spicy stir-fried squid you made in Seoul last time!"

Li Chixun listened to the chattering of names of dishes that rang in his ears.

I turned my head to the side and quietly watched her silly, adorable foodie behavior, her eyes lighting up at the sight of just a few dishes.

The unnecessary sentimentality deliberately created in the cramped carriage had long been crushed by the names of everyday necessities.

What remains is a sense of security that will never fade away.

Fine! He's just a day-trip professional forward anyway. What's the big deal about cooking a meal for his woman?