Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

In the VIP lounge of Incheon Airport, a faint fragrance wafts through the air.

Yoona and Sulli sat fully masked in a corner, their faces almost completely obscured by large sunglasses. They are currently maintaining strict secrecy regarding their appearance; if recognized by fans, it would likely cause a sensation across Seoul's entertainment news.

Choi Sulli was sitting with her legs crossed, waving two boarding passes in her hand, clearly in an extremely good mood.

Yoona kept checking her small bag, feeling uneasy. This was her first time going to Munich for such a "not-so-pure" purpose, and she had a feeling that she was going to do something bad.

This feeling intensified when I saw Choi Sulli's knowing smile.

To ensure everything went smoothly, Yoona ultimately decided to have her luggage checked.

She dragged her exquisite little silver suitcase and quietly made her way to a secluded corner of the waiting room.

Choi Sulli followed along like a little shadow.

The moment the box was pulled open, the neatly arranged daily necessities inside were revealed.

Yoona reached out and flipped through the fabric a few times, intending to check if any skincare products had been missed, but her fingertips touched a cool, smooth piece of cloth instead.

She paused for a moment, then subconsciously pulled the item out from the corner.

Two thin, almost negligible straps, paired with a small piece of openwork black gauze, shimmered with an eerie texture under the light.

Im Yoona froze completely.

What is this?

"Choi Jin-ri, are you crazy?"

Yoona held the piece of fabric up to Sulli's face, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato.

Choi Sulli leaned over for a look, "Oh my, isn't it pretty?"

"This is more outrageous than a bikini!" Yoona's face flushed red. "When did you put something like this in my suitcase?"

"I think the outfits you chose are too conservative," Choi Sulli said, hands on her hips, meeting his gaze without flinching. "For your lifelong happiness, of course I have to help you choose."

With trembling hands, Lin Yoona stuffed the black veil back into place, feeling as if her entire worldview was being tormented.

She started repeating it to herself.

This isn't some kind of battle robe; it's clearly a tool for trampling dignity into the ground.

Choi Sulli leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her tone teasing with a hint of danger, "Unnie, don't rush to call the police. That lace nightgown you have under your suitcase isn't exactly innocent either."

Lin Yoona's hand paused for a moment.

Oh no, that was her secret stash, and this little hussy actually found it.

"I was..." She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't find a suitable excuse.

Choi Sulli grinned mischievously and reached out, pretending to pull out the hidden items at the bottom of the box to show them off.

With quick reflexes and agility, like a slippery little deer, Lin Yoona pounced on the suitcase.

"I was wrong, isn't it enough that I admit my mistake?"

"Why didn't you say this sooner? We're all good sisters."

Yoona leaned on the box and gave an awkward smile, her hair slightly disheveled.

The two were exchanging barbs when suddenly a few footsteps came from the entrance of the waiting room.

As if a toggle button had been pressed, the two crazy women who had been bickering immediately adjusted their sitting postures.

They simultaneously stopped smiling, straightened their backs, and placed their hands folded on their knees.

Just moments ago, Yoona was blushing and begging for forgiveness, but in an instant, she transformed into a dignified and calm demeanor.

And Sulli has returned to being that proud and charming peach.

Several passersby in suits glanced at them curiously, then quickly looked away.

After all, in their eyes, these two women with perfect posture looked like socialites from wealthy families waiting for their flights.

Sulli lowered her voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear, "Unnie, when we get to Germany, you'll definitely thank me for all my good intentions."

"All I want right now is for you to shut up."

While gritting her teeth, Lim Yoona struggled to lock the box again.

In fact, she knew better than anyone the destructive power of this so-called surprise.

Just thinking about Lee Ji-hoon's expression when he saw these clothes made her breath feel hot.

Choi Sulli watched her retreating figure, which only made things worse, and couldn't help but smirk.

Oppa, I even packed up my most treasured unnie and brought her with me, so don't back down!

Just then, an announcement came over the loudspeaker that the flight was about to take off.

Im Yoona stood up and slapped Choi Sulli, who was lost in thought, hard. "Sulli, stop daydreaming, we're taking off."

Sulli responded with an "Oh," and said, "Coming, coming."

She dragged her luggage and followed happily.

at the same time.

At Leon's bar in Seoul.

Without the two older female bosses in charge, the atmosphere here has completely changed from a cool and quiet whiskey bar to a playground for minors.

Liu Zhimin, the current "acting president," sat up straight with a serious expression.

She tried to reform the workplace.

After all, Shirley unnie had instructed her before she left to take good care of the two new older sisters.

Liu Zhimin slapped the table, making a crisp sound.

"Attention, everyone!"

Hirai Momo and Minatozaki Sana, who were sitting on the sofa, exchanged a glance.

The two Japanese animals were holding large bags of snacks, looking at the little girl who was several years younger than them with adorable blank expressions.

"Why do we have to stand at attention?" Sana blinked, with half a cookie still in her mouth.

"Because I'm the acting president!" Liu Zhimin puffed out her chest, like a kitten trying to show off. "Now everyone has to write a reflection on their experience as a trainee!"

This is the highest form of power suppression she experienced when she was punished by her teacher at school to write a self-criticism.

However, she encountered the biggest challenge of her life—two silly older sisters.

Hirai Momo didn't take those words to heart at all.

As if by magic, she suddenly pulled a heavy package from behind her back.

In that instant, a rich aroma of soy sauce filled the entire private room.

"Zhimin, look what I brought!"

The bag was torn open, revealing a whole box of glistening, juicy braised pig's trotters.

Liu Zhimin's long speech, which she had prepared, was instantly choked up the moment she smelled the aroma of meat.

"I just secretly went to the back street to buy this, it's still warm." Hirai Momo, like a generous spender, handed over a big bone with a grin.

Liu Zhimin's pride was making a final struggle.

As the acting president, how could I be bribed by a pig's trotter?

But the smell was just too tempting.

She sniffed, and her throat moved involuntarily.

"I...I'll just have a bite."

She grabbed the pig's trotter with lightning speed, so fast it almost left a blur in the air.

Sana also came over.

Thoughts and reflections had long since drifted out the window along with the aroma.

The three little girls sat around the coffee table, each with their mouths full of grease from eating.

Hirai Momo wiped her mouth and made an even bolder suggestion.

"Eating meat all the time is getting boring. Let's play 'Who's the Fool?'"

The rules of this game are simple: you just have to imitate the other person's silliest expression.

Ten minutes later.

The private rooms on the second floor of the bar have been completely taken over.

The bar, which was originally a place to store expensive base spirits, has now become their impromptu disco stage.

Sana Minatozaki, wearing an oversized hoodie, was standing behind the bar counter, using a dish soap bottle as a microphone.

Hirai Momo was writhing wildly on the sofa, her movements resembling those of an octopus drowning at the beach.

Liu Zhimin completely let loose and embraced her true self.

She folded the math test paper into a paper airplane and threw it wildly at the chair that was called the "President's Throne".

"I am the king! I am the king of Leon's!"

She shouted loudly, and the bow in her hair bounced up and down.

Security guard Lao Li leaned against the door, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand.

Looking at these three little devils who treated the bar like a kindergarten, he felt his head starting to throb.

Just now, Hirai Momo almost dumped the ice bucket from the bar onto her head.

If the boss comes back and sees this human tragedy, he'll probably never get a raise in his lifetime.

Old Li sighed and took his phone out of his pocket.

He hesitated for a long time in the input box, and finally sent a text message with a tearful voice.

"Boss, please, I'm begging you, how about I apply to go to the front lines and fight the enemy? These three kids are harder to deal with than an entire special forces unit."

The message indicates that the message was sent successfully.

Meanwhile, in Munich, Germany, it was a bright and sunny afternoon.

Lee Ji-hoon had just finished a high-intensity physical recovery class.

He walked into the lounge and casually opened the huge refrigerator filled with soda water.

A "ding-a-ling" sound.

My phone vibrated on the shelf.

He picked up a bottle of ice water with one hand and casually swiped the screen.

When he saw the "SOS" from Lao Li, he couldn't help but burst into laughter in front of everyone.

The sense of despair that you can feel even through the screen is so vivid.

Li Chixun slowly typed out a line of text.

"Old Li, bring out your old iron-fisted spirit. Take good care of these little devils, and I'll give you double the bonus when you get back."

The text message was sent out and the reply came almost instantly.

"Received! Boss, don't worry! I guarantee I'll complete the care task!"

Faced with the allure of money, Old Li's initial fervor to fight on the front lines vanished instantly.

Lee Chi-hoon smiled and shook his head.

Actually, he was quite envious of those young guys who could cause trouble in bars.

This carefree revelry is far better than wearing a mask in the world of fame and fortune.

Before he could even put his phone down, another photo popped up.

That was sent to him by Shirley before the plane took off.

The girl in the photo is wearing large sunglasses and playfully blowing a kiss to the camera.

Lee Chi-hoon stared at that face for a few seconds.

The once calm surface of my heart began to ripple.

Just thinking that the peach would be back in his arms in a few hours made Li Chixun feel that the air in Munich had become much sweeter.

He threw the empty water bottle into the recycling bin and turned to walk towards the locker room.

I'm not going to the club restaurant today.

He needs to go to the supermarket first to buy some of the freshest steaks and lobsters.

In any case, for such an important event as welcoming one's own homeowner, a big meal must be prepared.

Lee Chi-hoon closed the locker door in the dressing room, his heart filled with anticipation as he prepared to go out and buy groceries to cook her a big meal.