Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

As Li Chixun listened to the security supervisor's helpless report over the encrypted line, his fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the sofa.

The green notification box in his mind, indicating that the "S-level potential development target has deviated from the trajectory," was still flashing, giving him a slight headache.

The continuous, cold early winter rain in Seoul, even when heard over the phone, still carried a chill.

He shifted into a more comfortable position on the cushion. "Put the phone on speakerphone and hand it directly to that girl."

The security supervisor quickly pressed the speakerphone button and held the phone up to the little girl who was biting the metal handle of the back door.

"what?"

"I just got lost while jogging at night, and happened to be taking shelter from the rain here."

Her cool and arrogant tone was clearly tinged with a faint sob.

Lee Chi-hoon could guess without even looking at the surveillance footage that the girl must have encountered some difficult setback.

Otherwise, she would never have carried a heavy backpack and braved the heavy rain to come to a smoky and chaotic neighborhood like Itaewon to find him in the middle of the night.

But even when they got to the door, they still stubbornly refused to admit it.

Lee Ji-hoon chuckled. "Running at night in Itaewon with a backpack half your height on your back?"

"Are middle schools in Seoul now popularizing cross-country running training in the back alleys of bars?"

Liu Zhimin on the other end of the phone was instantly speechless.

She was already desperate and relied on the memory of that chance encounter to find her way here.

Now, after being poked by such a sarcastic tone, the forced strength and self-esteem I had put on immediately deflated.

"How long have you been standing in the rain?" Lee Chi-hoon asked.

"Not long after."

"Why is your voice trembling so quickly?"

"It was because the wind was too strong," Liu Zhimin tried her best to explain.

"Uncle, you're so annoying."

"I wasn't bullied by anyone."

Li Chixun was too lazy to expose her pathetic bluff.

Having witnessed countless treacherous battles on Wall Street in his previous life, he now finds it quite easy to deal with these childish schemes.

"I didn't say you were bullied," Li Chixun's tone softened slightly, "I just thought your choice of sheltering from the rain was really tasteless."

After saying that, he didn't give Liu Zhimin a chance to retort.

He gave the instructions directly to the security supervisor on the other end of the phone.

"Take her to the private suite on the top floor of the bar; don't let her stay out in the cold wind."

"Send another quick-thinking guy to that shop at the street corner and buy a piping hot plate of fried chicken."

"Half original flavor, half sweet and spicy, and two cans of Coke."

Upon hearing the words "fried chicken" and "cola," the person on the other end of the phone seemed to breathe much more easily.

Liu Zhimin finally loosened her grip on the metal doorknob. "Thank you, Uncle," she muttered softly.

"Call me brother." Li Chixun corrected her without any politeness, and then decisively cut off the communication.

After hanging up the phone, he refocused his attention on the system panel floating on his retina.

Looking at the constantly flashing training task, Li Chixun immediately rolled his eyes speechlessly.

This system, which claims to be based in the top football world, is now completely developing its main business as cross-industry parenting.

The next morning.

At the training ground on Säbener Straße in Munich, the morning sun shines on the smooth green field.

Lee Ji-hoon has just finished a high-intensity training session involving off-the-ball movement and receiving.

With a few tactical shouts from head coach Pep Guardiola in the distance, the morning's joint training session came to a temporary end.

He walked to a bench in the rest area by the field, sat down, and casually grabbed a clean towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

He picked up the tablet computer from the chair next to him and easily connected to the internal monitoring system of the Seoul bar.

The screen quickly displayed a high-definition view of the penthouse private suite.

The little girl named Liu Zhimin was wrapped in an oversized men's shirt, sprawled out on the double bed, fast asleep.

Most of the blanket fell onto the soft carpet.

Looks like you had a pretty satisfying fried chicken meal last night.

After confirming that the little stray cat hadn't woken up in the middle of the night to destroy the house, Li Jixun was just about to close the software.

A tall figure quietly crept up from behind the bench.

Thomas Muller peeked out furtively, his eyes fixed on the tablet screen.

Upon seeing the underage girl in the video, the Bayern Munich team's most eccentric member let out an exaggerated scream.

"My God!"

"Leon, you actually hid a minor in your room in Seoul!"

"Your behavior is blatantly crossing the legal line!"

His loud, boisterous voice attracted the attention of many teammates who were drinking water and resting on the field.

Ribery even whistled a schadenfreude from a distance, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.

Li Chixun's eyelids twitched violently. He grabbed the still-damp towel and slapped it mercilessly across the back of Muller's head.

"Clear your head of all those outrageous gossip stories."

"That's a middle school girl I picked up on a whim; she's homeless and just staying with me for the night."

Muller covered his head and shrank back, looking aggrieved. "You hit too hard."

"There's no need to reason with someone as talkative as you." Li Chixun picked up the mineral water bottle again.

Muller, however, persisted, peeking out from under the towel, "Was it really found?"

"If you don't shut up," Li Jixun locked the tablet screen, "I'll let you experience what close-marking defense is all about in this afternoon's scrimmage."

Several teammates who ran over to watch the commotion burst into unrestrained laughter after hearing this.

The entire training base was filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere unique to top teams.

Let's switch back to an afternoon in Seoul.

In the spacious corridor of the SM Entertainment building in Gangnam District, Choi Sulli was wandering aimlessly.

Because of the financial power that Li Jixun had recently demonstrated behind the scenes, the company's previously exploitative executives held a meeting overnight and cleared her of all her demanding schedules.

This made her the most unrestrained person in the entire company.

As she walked along, several of her managers and directors, who usually had stern faces, greeted her with ingratiating smiles.

Feeling bored, Peach strolled into the company's main dance practice room.

Yoona was wearing tight yoga clothes, her hands gripping her toes, and performing painful stretches on the floor.

Her fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

The practice room door was suddenly pushed open forcefully, and Choi Sulli skipped and hopped in.

Without saying a word, she stepped forward, grabbed Yoona's arm, and dragged her towards the door.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!"

"I haven't finished stretching yet!"

"Come with me to afternoon tea."

"I'm not going."

Why?

"I need to control my weight," Lim Yoona said through gritted teeth, bracing herself against the floor.

"Training is tough, you need to relax properly," Choi Sulli said with a smile.

Yoona didn't hold back in exposing her, "Is your relaxation just eating those damn calorie bombs?"

"Yeah, anyway, I won't gain weight."

This sentence hit Yoona's sore spot, and she completely gave up resisting.

Half an hour later.

The two were already seated in an upscale afternoon tea restaurant in Apgujeong.

The crystal chandelier overhead emitted a bright halo, and the booths around were filled with well-dressed Seoul celebrities.

Sulli was completely oblivious to the stares that were constantly being cast at her.

She ordered three tiramisu, two Black Forest cakes, and a whole bunch of high-calorie macarons from the waiter.

When it was time to confirm the order, she confidently slapped the pure black privilege card that Li Chixun had given her onto the table.

"Pay this card to settle the bill."

She slightly raised her chubby little chin, her face showing the smugness and pride that only comes from being endlessly favored.

Sitting opposite her, Yoona couldn't help but roll her eyes at his blatant boasting.

"I am the visual center of Girls' Generation."

"Now I've been reduced to a mere maidservant, just there to accompany you, my little princess, as you indulge in all your gluttony."

Despite her merciless complaints, Yoona's silver fork never stopped moving.

She skillfully cut off a large piece of cake covered in cream and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Eating and drinking for free without worrying about calories or money is definitely much more comfortable than sweating in the practice room.

Yoona swallowed the cream in her mouth and looked at the empty plate on the table.

"Does your star athlete always spoil you like this, unconditionally?"

"Of course, oppa is so good to me."

Aren't you afraid he might suddenly get tired of you one day?

"He'll never get tired of it." Choi Sulli rested her chin on her hands and shook her head confidently.

Just as the two were enjoying this relaxed and pleasant contrast,

Choi Sulli's phone, which was lying next to her, vibrated twice.

She picked up her phone and swiped the screen; it was a cross-border text message from Li Chixun.

[Last night, the bar temporarily took in a young girl named Liu Zhimin through its back door.]

If you have time, could you go and keep an eye on her for me? Make sure she doesn't wander around the bar.

Upon seeing this message, Choi Sulli stopped chewing.

Not only did she not feel any jealousy or rivalry, her beautiful peach blossom eyes actually lit up.

A brand new little sister has entered my territory.

Isn't this just the classic "elder checking up on you" trope from those TV dramas about wealthy families?

Sulli immediately sat up excitedly and typed a reply rapidly on the screen.

[Instructions received!]

【I'm going to exercise my authority as the eldest sister-in-law right now and make sure this girl is completely subdued!】

There was a response from the other end of the screen very quickly.

The text message from Lee Chi-hoon was full of indulgence and casualness.

Just don't make them cry.

[Just swipe your card and buy her whatever she wants.]

Seeing that the other party was completely letting her act up, Choi Sulli's face immediately broke into a wide smile.

She quickly stuffed her phone into her pocket and grabbed the luxury handbag from the seat next to her.

Sulli pulled up Yoona, who hadn't finished eating, excitedly shouting that they were going to inspect their territory in Itaewon. Yoona was dragged out of the restaurant, utterly dejected.