Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

Seoul, Incheon International Airport.

As soon as the first-class passageway opened, Choi Sulli strolled out, dragging her small suitcase.

She was wearing a beige knitted hat and sunglasses, and she didn't look like she had just finished an international flight; she looked more like she had just returned from a honeymoon in Germany.

Yoona next to her wasn't as relaxed.

Our little deer was wearing a long trench coat, with sunglasses covering half her face. Her walking posture was still elegant, but her mind was still replaying the news about those top luxury brands from last night.

And Li Chixun's casual remark about hush money this morning.

These three words are really outrageous.

While others might only receive a small bribe as hush money, he went and showered her with access to several top European luxury resources.

"Unnie, why are you spacing out again?" Choi Sulli leaned over and waved her hand in front of Im Yoona.

Yoona snapped out of her daze and gave her a disapproving look. "Do you think everyone is as heartless as you?"

"No, I'm very sincere." Choi Sulli placed her hand on her chest, her tone very serious. "My heart is still in Munich."

"Come on." Lim Yoona reached out and tapped her forehead. "That's called being love-struck."

"So what if I'm love-struck?" Choi Sulli wasn't ashamed at all. Instead, she smiled and shook her head. "My oppa is so great, you'd be love-struck too, unnie."

Lin Yoona almost stopped in her tracks.

That brat, she always brings up the very thing she shouldn't have said.

She hadn't completely erased the messy dream from her mind last night, and now, just hearing the name Li Chixun made her ears inexplicably feel hot.

Im Yoona promptly changed the subject: "Shut up and get out of here."

As soon as the two stepped out of the VIP passage, several staff members dressed in black suits were already waiting outside.

The person leading the group was from the administrative office of SM Entertainment. He usually kept a certain air about him in front of the artists, but today he was smiling unusually warmly.

It was so friendly it was almost scary.

"Yoona-ssi, Sulli-ssi, thank you for your hard work."

The other person bowed slightly and took their suitcases from them. "The car is already waiting outside, which means they're also waiting for you at the company."

Lim Yoona's heart tightened.

She instinctively thought of contracts, resources, company profit sharing, and the probing that was usually hidden behind a smile.

After all, she had been in this industry for so many years and knew all too well that when a company suddenly became polite, it usually wasn't for anything good.

Choi Sulli, on the other hand, didn't feel any pressure in this regard.

She casually shoved her small bag into the arms of a staff member and walked away in a nonchalant manner, humming a cheerful tune she'd heard somewhere.

"Let's go, unnie, back to the company for coffee."

Seeing her carefree attitude, Lim Yoona couldn't help but lower her voice and say, "Could you be a little more nervous?"

"Why are you nervous?" Choi Sulli tilted her head to look at her, her tone completely innocent. "They don't dare to scold me now."

Yoona was speechless.

That seems to be true. Before this girl went to Germany, the company's attitude towards her had already become very strange.

The schedule was postponed whenever possible, and the announcements were cut whenever possible. Even the agent spoke as gently as if he had just learned to be a person.

She used to think it was the company having a change of heart.

Looking back now, conscience? Did SM even have that kind of thing?

The car drove all the way to Cheongdam-dong.

Yoona sat in the back row, idly scrolling through her phone. Sulli, meanwhile, nestled beside her, catching up on sleep, her head nodding off, before finally resting her head on Yoona's shoulder.

"Oh, you little rascal..." Yoona said with a hint of disdain, but she still gently pulled up the brim of her hat that had slipped down.

This is hopeless. He's practically overwhelmed by all the resources that have fallen from the sky, yet he's still worrying about whether this peach is sleeping comfortably.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in the underground parking lot of the SM company building.

As soon as the two got out of the car, someone led them to the private elevator.

That attitude made her feel like an investor representative visiting a company, let alone an ordinary celebrity.

The elevator doors opened.

The top-floor corridor was unusually quiet, unlike a weekday. Several senior assistants, who usually had a cold expression, stopped and greeted them as soon as they saw them from afar.

Choi Sulli took off her sunglasses and muttered to herself, "Wow, this looks like a TV drama."

Im Yoona couldn't help but look at her, "You seem to be enjoying this?"

"It's alright, hehe." Choi Sulli chuckled and took her arm. "It's mainly because their stern faces used to be so annoying. They look much better now."

He spoke very softly, but the assistant leading the way clearly heard him. Instead of freezing up, the assistant's smile became even more polite.

Seeing this, Yoona felt that sense of absurdity well up inside her again.

Power is a truly terrifying thing.

Previously, they had to be mindful of the moods of countless people in this building, but now, just because Li Chixun is standing behind them, even the people around these high-ranking officials have started to adjust their breathing rhythm automatically.

*Thump.*

The elevator arrived at the top floor.

The moment the conference room door was pushed open, Kim Young-min, who usually had a cold expression, actually came out to greet them personally.

Even more outrageous, he was smiling.

"Yoona-ssi, Sulli-ssi, you must be tired from coming back." He bowed slightly, his politeness almost impeccable.

Im Yoona instinctively reached out to return the greeting. But Choi Sulli grabbed her hand and gently squeezed it.

The meaning was clear: Unnie, don't panic. Yoona withdrew her movement and ultimately just nodded in acknowledgment.

Kim Young-min seemed completely oblivious to this subtle change. He turned around, took several documents from his assistant, and handed them to Lim Yoon-a with both hands.

"These are official confirmation letters of cooperation from several European brands."

"The company's legal department has reviewed it, and the terms are very favorable. The profit sharing will be handled exactly as per your original personal contract, without any additional conditions."

Lin Yoona looked down at the documents.

The paper was light, but she knew it inside perfectly; every line could change her business standing for years to come.

She didn't reach for it immediately, not because she didn't want it, but because it was too easy.

The smooth sailing made her, the visual center of the girl group who had risen all the way from her trainee days, feel a sense of unreality and disorientation.

Seeing this, Choi Sulli casually came over.

"Unnie, here you go." Her voice made no attempt to hide its self-righteousness. "Oppa gave it to you, so why not take it?"

Im Yoon-a: "..."

Why does this sound like someone handing out candy on the street? That's a lifetime cooperation framework with a top luxury brand!

Yoona finally accepted the document, and the moment she touched the paper, a tension that had been building up inside her suddenly eased a little.

Kim Young-min's smile softened a bit. "If Yoona-ssi has any personal ideas about the schedule, she can communicate directly with the manager."

"The company will respect your wishes to the greatest extent possible."

The word "respect," coming from an SM executive, carries a somewhat mystical quality.

Choi Sulli listened from the side with a smile on her face.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she pulled out the pure black privilege card from her coat pocket, waved it in her hand, and spoke as casually as if she were showing off a coffee shop membership card.

"Oh right, oppa asked me to bring this to show you guys."

The atmosphere in the meeting room seemed to freeze at that moment.

A director sitting to the side, who had been looking down at his documents, stopped abruptly when his peripheral vision caught sight of the card.

The next second, he came to his senses and looked up.

"This, this is..."

Another, older executive also changed his expression.

They may not know exactly how many resources this card can mobilize, but anyone who has been in the capital world would be able to understand the special private authorization mark on it.

This thing is not as simple as a bank card; it's more like a form of identity verification.

The person who holds it doesn't need to explain who they are. Because those who truly need to be afraid will naturally understand.

Kim Young-min's smile became noticeably more cautious.

"Shirley-xi, please rest assured." His tone was a few decibels lower than before, "The company will definitely respect your personal arrangements and will not allow any unnecessary things to disturb you."

"Oh." Choi Sulli put the card back in her pocket, nodded with a smile, "That's good."

After she finished speaking, the young woman sat down on the sofa quite naturally, as if she were the real owner of the office.

Yoona sat next to her, her feelings were very complicated.

She looked at the old men who had been so arrogant just moments before, and suddenly they were all becoming more and more docile. One of the directors even stood up and asked them if they wanted some coffee.

"Would an iced Americano be alright?" The man smiled sincerely. "I'll have someone go and buy it; there's a pretty good one nearby."

Choi Sulli blinked. "I want less ice and extra syrup."

"Okay, Sherry-xi." The other party immediately made a note of it and even walked out of the conference room himself.

Lim Yoona silently looked down at the documents in her hand. She suddenly felt like laughing, and also a little dazed.

It turns out that after crossing social classes, many rules that once seemed inviolable really do become as thin as paper.

And what is she this time? Did she get a free ride on the peach's coattails?

It feels a bit absurd. But I have to admit, it's really fascinating.

the other side.

It was already late at night in Munich.

At the Seberna Street training base, Lee Chi-hoon had just finished a recovery training session.

Because the previous game was quite taxing, today's training intensity was not high, focusing more on stretching, passing and receiving, and simple scrimmage and positioning.

However, the system still stingily popped up the daily settlement.

[Recovery training completed; physical coordination maintained at a good level.]

[Gained 0.02 free training progress.]

Li Chixun wiped his sweat with a towel, looking at the light green notification in front of him, somewhat speechless.

This system is really stingy, but with my current attributes, I'm still pretty suitable for starting.

0.02.

If this system were used in a bubble tea shop, pearls would have to be charged per piece.

He draped a towel over his shoulder and had just stepped outside the base, ready to go home and rest, when he was stopped by several familiar Eurosport reporters.

The other party had obviously been crouching down on him for a while. As soon as the camera was set up, the reporter immediately handed over the microphone with a smile.

"Leon, you played exceptionally well in the last game, and many fans are talking about your corner flag celebration."

"Now everyone online is speculating whether it's dedicated to a special person?"

Li Chixun stopped in his tracks.

He was still wearing his training clothes, his hair was a little messy from sweat, and he looked much more relaxed than in the actual competition.

Upon hearing the question, he didn't answer immediately, but instead lowered his head and smiled.

The camera captured that smile very clearly.

The reporter's eyes lit up. He thought to himself: This is juicy, definitely juicy.

Lee Chi-hoon took the towel off his shoulder, slowly wiped his neck, and answered casually.

"Nothing special, it's just that I have a jealous pet dog named Peach at home who insisted on seeing me perform on the court."

The reporter paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. "A pet peach?"

"Yes, that's right." Lee Chi-hoon nodded seriously, "They're hard to raise, love to be pampered, and are picky eaters."

After he finished speaking, he added to the camera, "But it's quite cute."

The interview, which lasted less than ten minutes, was cut into a short video and uploaded to the South Korean sports forum.

The headlines are getting more and more exaggerated.

[Bayern Munich's rising star Leon confirms his relationship? Who is his pet peach?]

[The truth behind the celebration gesture in the corner flag area revealed: it seems to be dedicated to a mysterious girlfriend!]

[Peach's sweet words have completely overwhelmed South Korean netizens!]

Seoul, SM practice room.

Yoona was sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding an iPad and playing this interview.

On the screen, Lee Ji-hoon, dressed in training clothes, smiled lazily.

He's like an unreasonable monster on the right wing, but when he's interviewed in private, he's a carefree and irritating guy.

As she watched, Yoona couldn't help but shake her head and smile.

This man is terrifyingly multifaceted.

Just a few hours ago, Kim Young-min was being incredibly polite in the top-floor conference room, as if he were a completely different person.

A few hours later, in the video, Lee Chi-hoon was able to say in a serious tone that he had a pet dog named Peach at home.

A single phone call can curb SM's greed, while a joke can send fans around the world into a frenzy.

She reached out and dragged the progress bar back a little, then watched the scene where he smiled with his head down again.

It has to be said that this face and his skills are indeed very eye-catching in sports news.

Especially when he smiles, that slightly mischievous, relaxed feeling is completely different from the heavily edited male celebrities in the Korean entertainment industry.

Im Yoona pursed her lips, her finger hovering over the pause button. The screen was frozen on a close-up of Lee Ji-hoon wiping away sweat.

She stared at it for several seconds before struggling to look away.

"Lim Yoona, wake up," she muttered softly. "That's Peach's man, you can't do anything reckless."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the practice room was suddenly pushed open forcefully from the outside.

"Bang!"

Yoona was so startled that her hand trembled, and the iPad almost slipped off her knee.

Kim Tae-yeon, the short girl, strode in.

She wasn't tall, but she had a strong presence. She was holding a freshly opened bottle of mineral water and had the look of a detective catching someone in the act of adultery.

"Lim Yoona—"

Yoona looked up, trying her best to remain calm. "Unnie, couldn't you knock before coming in?"

Stop changing the subject.

Kim Tae-yeon walked over step by step, her gaze first falling on her face, which was flushed from warming up, and then on the close-up of Lee Ji-hoon on the iPad screen, which was paused.

The practice room fell silent.

Kim Tae-yeon narrowed her eyes. "You've been grinning like an idiot at this Bayern Munich star's gossip all day..."

Yoona's heart skipped a beat. "I didn't."

"Not yet?" Kim Tae-yeon put the water aside, crossed her arms, and said with certainty, "I passed by three times just now, and you looked at him each time."

"That's because they're watching the news."

"Oh, the news~" Kim Tae-yeon nodded, her expression becoming even more subtle. "What news requires you to rewind and watch it five times?"

Im Yoona opened her mouth, but suddenly didn't know how to explain.

Because this is indeed not easy to explain.

She couldn't very well say that she was simply researching this mysterious man who wielded top-tier capital, casually secured several endorsements for herself, and seemingly taught SM executives a lesson in manners, could she?

That sounds even stranger.

Kim Tae-yeon slowly approached, her gaze sweeping over Tae-yeon's face.

"And why is your face so red?"

"I just finished warming up, unnie."

"So hot from warming up that you're watching men being interviewed?"

"Unnie!" Yoona finally couldn't take it anymore and slammed the iPad face down on the floor. "What are you trying to say?"

That's exactly what Kim Tae-yeon was waiting for.

She bent down, stared into Yoona's eyes, and spoke with a strong interrogative tone.

"Yoona, you didn't sneak off to Germany to secretly date someone behind our backs, did you?"