Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

The rain finally subsided.

The puddles in the back alleys of Itaewon shone brightly under the car headlights. Security guard Lao Li, holding a black umbrella, helped Minatozaki Sana, who had changed into a clean hoodie, into the car.

When Sana sat in the back seat, she was still holding the stir-fried rice cakes that had completely gone cold.

She bowed deeply towards the outside of the car. "Thank you so much for today."

"Stop bowing." Lim Yoona stood at the door, her eyelids almost twitching. "If you keep bowing, I'm afraid your neck will hurt when you practice tomorrow."

Sana paused for a moment, then gave a slightly silly smile.

"Yes, I'll take care of my neck."

With a smile, Choi Sulli stuffed a small black card with the bar's address on it into her hoodie pocket.

"If you're hungry or have nowhere to go when it rains, come here."

Sana looked down at her pocket, then looked up at her.

"May I?"

"Of course!" Choi Sulli raised her small face, her tone carrying the air of a boss lady. "I'm the one who calls the shots here."

On the phone screen at the bar, far away in Munich, Li Chixun chuckled. "You're the one who decides, aren't you, little peach?"

Choi Sulli immediately turned around and gave the screen a sweet smile.

"Oppa, do you have a problem with that?"

"No," Lee Chi-hoon replied quickly, shaking his head.

Yoona watched the two of them working together, then silently closed her eyes. Oh well, she'd already seen too many absurd things today; one more wouldn't make a difference.

Security guard Lao Li closed the car door and quickly drove the car smoothly out of the back alley.

Only after the taillights disappeared around the corner did Choi Sulli return to the private room, satisfied.

The hot pot was still hot, but the table was already a mess.

The macaron box was half empty, and Liu Zhimin's math test paper was pressed under a tissue, like a corpse with its eyes wide open in death.

Liu Zhimin sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, two pink bows still tied to her face.

She looks cool, if you ignore the two bows.

"That older sister seems so easy to fool." Liu Zhimin frowned, her tone very serious. "She might even help the other person count the money if she gets sold out in the future."

"What should we do then?"

Choi Sulli plopped down next to her, smiling and leaning closer, "From now on, our domineering Jimin will be in charge of protecting our silly older sister."

Liu Zhimin's ears turned red instantly. "Who's going to protect her?!"

"Aigoo, you said you didn't want it, but who was it that pushed the macarons over there just now?"

"I couldn't eat anymore!"

"Yes, our Lady Zhimin couldn't eat any more, so we just pushed it in front of her."

Choi Sulli reached out to pinch her cheek, and Yoo Jimin immediately dodged to the side.

The two of them were making a ruckus on the sofa.

Looking at this childish battle before her, Lim Yoona shook her head in exasperation.

"I, the face of Girls' Generation," she sighed deeply, bending down to clear the empty plates from the table, "have now been reduced to a babysitter for you kids."

"Unnie, aren't you the disciplinary committee member?" Choi Sulli poked her head out.

"Shut up." Im Yoona tossed the ladle into the pot with a swift motion. "Everyone be quiet now. Anyone who makes a sound will have to wash the pot."

Liu Zhimin immediately sat up straight, and Cui Xueli also obediently stopped.

Washing pots and pans sounds terrifying.

On the other end of the video, Li Chixun watched as the three women were subdued by a pot and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yoona-ssi, you're doing a great job as the discipline committee member."

Yoona looked up at the screen with a fake smile on her face.

"Thank you for the compliment. You can come back and see for yourself next time."

"I'm afraid that when I go back, the association president will hang me up at the door as a public spectacle."

"It's good that oppa knows," Choi Sulli immediately replied.

Li Chixun smiled and shook his head, no longer teasing them.

After the video call ended, the Munich villa became much quieter. He leaned back on the sofa, his attention returning to the system panel in his mind.

The pale green notification box was still flashing slowly.

[Chain Agility Special Skill: Deadly Rhythm (To be activated)]

[Preliminary explanation: During continuous high-speed changes of direction, sudden stops, and secondary starts, the host can temporarily improve stride frequency and center of gravity recovery efficiency.]

[Prerequisite 1: Complete three consecutive effective breakthroughs in an official match, creating shooting or assist opportunities.]

[Prerequisite 2: Agility attribute reaches 82, and dribbling attribute reaches 80.]

[Activation Enhancement: Increases burst damage and directional stability for a short period during continuous consolidation.]

Li Chixun stared at those few lines of text, his expression gradually becoming subtle.

This special effect is really impressive.

For a winger, being able to start twice in a row at high speed is basically like sending a goodnight message to the defender.

The question is, why would this thing be triggered by a silly Shiba Inu delivering takeout and stumbling through the door?

He increasingly suspected that some strange simulation game module had been smuggled into the underlying code of this damn system.

Just then, Muller's exasperated complaints suddenly came from the kitchen.

"Leon! I must solemnly declare that the dignity of German men is slowly dying inside these pink slippers!"

Li Chixun looked up.

At the kitchen doorway, Thomas Muller, wearing pink plush slippers printed with peach smiley faces, was washing dishes while muttering to himself.

His tall stature paired with those incredibly girly slippers created a harmonious image. Lee Ji-hoon even considered taking a picture and sending it to the entire Bayern Munich team group chat.

"Dignity or dinner, haven't you already chosen?"

"That was the temptation of the beef broth, not my intention."

Muller angrily picked up a plate. "Are all Korean girls this scary? They can dominate your living room from halfway around the world."

The voice just fell.

*Snap.*

The plate slipped from his hands and shattered into several clean pieces on the floor.

The kitchen fell silent instantly.

Lee Chi-hoon slowly turned his head, revealing a kind smile on his face.

Müller stood frozen in place.

The next second, he slid to his knees at lightning speed in his pink slippers, the movement as practiced as if he had been trained.

"Leon, I was wrong."

"But I don't think it's my fault."

Li Chixun raised an eyebrow. "Then whose fault is it?"

"It's because Korean girls are too pretty." Muller looked up seriously. "The peach smiley face on those slippers kept staring at me, and it put a lot of pressure on me."

Lee Chi-hoon laughed at his shameless attempt to shift the blame.

"You broke my plate, and you even dared to flirt with my girlfriend's slippers?"

"I was just complimenting you." Muller tried to stand up, but tripped over his slippers and almost fell over again.

"And you have to understand me, as a German man, this is the first time I've worn these shoes, and my balance system hasn't adjusted yet."

"Say one more word and I'll send the photos to the locker room tomorrow."

Muller immediately shut up. Two seconds later, he spoke in a low voice.

"Then I'll wash two pots as an apology, can I not send the money?"

"Three."

"You're exploiting your teammates!"

"Four."

"Deal, three it is."

Muller immediately got up, picked up a broom, and began to clean up the debris.

Seeing his cowardly yet stubborn expression, Li Chixun felt a rare sense of relief.

Although this guy is noisy, he can sometimes be quite suitable as a mood-maker at home.

the other side.

The next day, in the vocal practice room of JYP Entertainment in Seoul.

Sana Minatozaki, with her slightly messy bun and chubby cheeks, sat cross-legged on the floor, gesturing excitedly as she recounted her adventures from the previous night to her companions.

Her Korean wasn't very fluent, but her facial expressions were incredibly rich.

One moment he was gesturing with his hands to show how big the raincoat was, and the next he was mimicking the way he would fall flat on his face.

The other trainees around him listened with wide eyes.

"So you fell into a bar with no sign?"

"And then there are two super pretty older sisters inside?"

"And there's another charismatic middle-aged man on screen?"

Sana nodded vigorously, enunciating each word very seriously.

"Not an old man."

She thought for a moment and added, "He looks very young, but he has the aura of an older man."

The trainees burst into laughter.

"Is he an older man or a younger man?"

Sana was stumped by the question and hugged her knees, thinking for several seconds.

"Brother Haoqi?" The moment this nickname came out, everyone laughed even louder.

Sana also smiled foolishly, her eyes crinkling, as if she had completely forgotten that she had almost cried last night.

Just then, the door to the practice room was pushed open.

The head of the management office walked in.

The once lively practice room instantly fell silent, and the trainees instinctively stood up straight, their expressions becoming serious.

This head of the department is known for being very strict; he can find fault with everything, from vocal progress and weight to dance assessments.

Sana quickly got up, put her hands by her sides, and obediently lowered her head.

The department head was holding the progress chart and was about to speak when his phone suddenly vibrated.

He glanced down at the text message, and his expression changed instantly.

His stern expression seemed to be paused, then abruptly transformed into a gentle one, so gentle that it sent chills down the spines of everyone in the practice room.

"Sana-xi".

"Huh?" Sana looked up nervously.

The head of the department looked at her, his tone gentler than ever before.

"You must have had a tough night?"

Sana blinked.

"It's...it's alright."

"Don't take on part-time jobs too late in the future. Safety is the most important thing." After he finished speaking, he actually took a bottle of strawberry milk from the assistant outside the door and handed it to Sana alone.

"Have something to drink first, then practice later."

The practice room was quiet.

The other trainees all stared at the bottle of strawberry milk in astonishment.

Is this still the same room leader who would scold someone for ten minutes over a single pitch problem?

Sana was stunned.

She took the milk with both hands and almost bowed again.

"Thank you, Room Leader."

"Don't be so formal."

The room leader coughed lightly, and when he turned to look at the others, his expression returned to normal. "Ten-minute break, we'll continue later."

After the door closed, no one spoke in the practice room.

A few seconds later, the trainee next to him quietly came over.

"Sana."

"Who exactly did you encounter last night?"

Sana bit the strawberry milk, her eyes somewhat blank.

"I don't know either."

She looked down and touched the pocket of her hoodie. The black business card with Leon's bar address printed on it was still lying there quietly, its edges slightly warm from her grip.

Sunlight streamed into the practice room from the window, falling on her slightly puffed-out cheeks.

Sana, with her straw in her mouth, suddenly looked out the window and laughed foolishly.