Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

In the locker room of the Seberna Street training base, the heat from the recent training session had not yet completely dissipated.

The new round of the league is about to start, and the players are changing their clothes in front of their lockers, but the atmosphere is not tense at all like before a big game.

Because someone is venting their frustrations.

"I must emphasize again, this is an insult!" Thomas Muller stood in the middle of the bench, gesturing dramatically with his hand, looking at his teammates with a face full of grief and indignation.

"You can't even imagine what it was like. I was wearing a pair of pink plush slippers with peach smiley faces printed on them."

"The whole night!"

Ribery sat in the chair opposite him, laughing so hard he could barely hold onto his shin guards.

"That was a night when the dignity of German men was ruthlessly trampled upon," Müller continued his accusation. "My toes felt utterly wronged."

"You don't have to wear it," Schweinsteiger chimed in from the side.

"But that beef soup smelled so good!" Muller said casually. "If I didn't wear those awful slippers, I'd be kicked out and go hungry, guys."

The locker room erupted in exaggerated laughter.

Lee Chi-hoon sat in front of a cabinet in the corner, his feet resting on the edge of the bench, slowly tying his sneaker laces.

"If you hadn't stolen my drink yesterday," he said without looking up, "maybe your dignity could have lived another half hour in this world."

The laughter immediately grew even louder.

Muller immediately shut his mouth, pretending not to understand the meaning of the sentence, and turned to rummage through his training bag.

"Of course," Lee Chi-hoon tightened his shoelaces and put his feet back on the ground. "You can continue to choose to defend your dignity tonight. I will have the nanny pour all the remaining beef soup into the trash can in the backyard."

Muller turned around and slid to his knees in utter submission. "That won't do. Food is a gift from God; wasting it will send you to hell."

He walked over to Lee Ji-hoon and abruptly changed the subject, "Thinking about it carefully, I think Korean girls are all very beautiful and have great taste. Pink actually suits me very well."

Lee Chi-hoon chuckled. This kind of shameless banter between brothers was already a common occurrence in Bayern Munich's extremely relaxed daily interactions.

Too lazy to deal with this shameless guy anymore, Li Chixun leaned against the cabinet door and shifted his attention back to the light green system panel in his mind.

The next match is about to begin.

The initial activation conditions for the [Fatal Rhythm] special ability are clearly listed deep within the retina.

Three effective breakthroughs, plus creating shooting or assist opportunities.

For someone who has long dominated the right corridor, this kind of aggressive skill requirement is like a feast delivered right to his doorstep.

the other side.

JYP Entertainment, Seoul, vocal practice room.

Having just finished a round of vocal exercises, the girls all slumped onto the wooden floor, panting.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating a row of mirrors in the room.

Sana Minatozaki bit the straw of the strawberry milk bottle in her hand, her cheeks puffed up with excitement, revealing a slightly fleshy look.

This bottle of strawberry milk was given to her separately by the head of the management office this morning, something that was unusual for her, and she hadn't been able to finish it.

"Momo, let me tell you something."

She nudged her companion, who was lost in thought, with her elbow and began gesturing wildly.

"That bar yesterday was really amazing. It didn't even have a sign at the entrance, but it was incredibly spacious inside."

Hirai Momo turned her head and rubbed her eyes.

"So, did you hurt yourself in the fall?"

"That's not the point," Sana gestured with her hands in a big circle, "There are two super beautiful fairy sisters inside, and they're incredibly kind to me."

"That generous older brother wasn't fierce at all; they even treated me to some good food."

Upon hearing about food, Hirai Momo's previously listless eyes immediately widened.

"Really? What delicious food are we eating?"

"Korean beef," Sana tried hard to recall the scene, "the soup was bubbling away, and the beef was very tender."

"They even gave me macarons to eat, they were so pretty."

Hirai Momo immediately leaned closer and swallowed.

"How big are the macarons?" she asked, making a circle in the air with her hand. "Are they strawberry or chocolate flavored?"

Sana was taken aback.

"That's not the point. What I want to say is that they are very nice people."

"What about the meat?" Hirai Momo wasn't listening at all. "Was the Korean beef cut into large pieces?"

Sana waved her hands anxiously.

"I went to deliver stir-fried rice cakes, and I ran into a kind person."

The two chatted enthusiastically in their respective channels, occasionally interspersed with hurried Japanese phrases in their Korean.

"Then next time I'll take a delivery job and fall down," Hirai Momo said earnestly, rubbing her stomach. "Will that generous older brother share a bowl of beef with me?"

Sana completely gave up on explaining.

She sighed, released the straw she was biting, and reached into her pants pocket to touch the black business card with the address printed on it.

It's really impolite of her to just eat and drink for free when others are being so kind to her.

Sana slapped her forehead and made a decision instantly.

After I get off work today, I must use the spare change I saved to buy some inexpensive little gifts to repay your kindness.

It was evening.

The neon lights in the back alleys of Itaewon had just come on, and there was a hint of early winter chill in the air.

Sulli and Yoona both had scheduled work commitments today and did not come to Leon's bar.

In the private room on the second floor, it was so quiet that the only sound could be the nib of a pen scratching across the paper.

Liu Zhimin had just finished school and hadn't even had time to change out of her neat school uniform. She was sitting here with a backpack that was bigger than her.

She was biting her pen, staring at a crumpled math test paper on the table with a worried expression.

This is a task that must be completed daily under torture.

Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Liu Zhimin immediately looked up alertly and put down the pen in her hand.

Security guard Lao Li didn't follow, which meant he clearly knew the people outside the door.

The slightly ajar door to the private room was gently pushed open a crack.

Sana Minatozaki, wearing her old coat, cautiously peeked half her head in.

She saw that only Liu Zhimin was there, and she visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but she still didn't dare to step into the door casually.

"Ah, Anahaseyo."

She stood outside the door and stammered a greeting, "Aren't the fairy sisters here today?"

"I've gone to work." Liu Zhimin frowned. "What are you doing standing outside?"

Sana took out a small plastic bag from behind her back and handed it forward.

I bought a small gift.

Her voice trailed off, "It's some inexpensive snacks. I wanted to thank you for your hospitality yesterday, but I didn't dare go in..."

Looking at her timid appearance as she handed over the gift, Liu Zhimin sighed heavily in her heart.

This person is so stupid that you can't even be angry with them.

She forced a serious expression, pushed back her chair, and walked over.

Upon reaching the door, Liu Zhimin didn't bother with any words and directly grabbed Sana's wrist.

"Come in, is it fun standing in the doorway getting some breeze?"

She lectured him in a mature tone, but steadily pulled him into the private room.

Before Sana could react, she was pushed down onto a chair next to the hot pot table.

The bag was placed on the table.

Liu Zhimin glanced at the contents: several packets of the most common convenience store sandwich cookies and discounted gummies.

"This doesn't look very appetizing," she said dismissively. "It definitely won't taste as good as the food at the old man's shop."

Sana lowered her head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, this is all I have..."

Before I could finish speaking, I heard the sound of plastic packaging being torn open.

Liu Zhimin naturally picked up a bag of biscuits, tore it open, took out a piece and stuffed it directly into her mouth, her expression softening slightly.

"It's barely edible, though."

Seeing this, Sana stood there dumbfounded.

After a few seconds, she couldn't help but look at the awkward little girl and laugh silly.

At this moment, security guard Lao Li walked into the private room carrying two steaming cups of cocoa and placed them in front of the two men.

The atmosphere in the private room gradually became more peaceful and cozy.

No one spoke.

Liu Zhimin turned her head and looked at Sha Xia, who was holding a hot cocoa and taking small sips while still grinning foolishly.

She didn't make a sound to disturb them, but silently reached out and pushed her unfinished math homework a little to the side.