Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

The crying on the second floor had long since stopped.

Li Chixun sat alone on the sofa on the first floor, the green light screen in front of him still flickering slightly.

He spent a few minutes carefully studying the rules of the "FIFA Green System".

The conclusion is simple.

The core logic of this thing is to use high scores in official competitions to exchange for decimal-level attribute leaps.

There's no magic that creates things out of thin air, nor is there any newbie gift pack that turns you into a superhero in a second.

For him right now, the Bundesliga is still in its off-season.

Unless you step onto the grass of a formal competition venue of A-level or higher, this seemingly high-tech system panel is utterly useless.

Li Chixun waved his hand somewhat boredly, and the light screen instantly disappeared in front of him.

He glanced at the time on his watch; the hands had already quietly passed two in the morning.

For a professional football player with strict physical management habits, this is already considered a serious case of staying up late.

In addition, a lot of things happened tonight.

He single-handedly blocked the door to deal with the paparazzi, dealt with Choi Sulli, that unlucky girl on the verge of collapse, and even accidentally activated this system.

Having lived two lives, his energy and spirit finally felt a trace of fatigue at this moment.

He stood up and stretched.

According to his usual habits, he should now be pressing the car key in his hand, driving that Aston Martin back to his luxurious villa in Gangnam District to have a comfortable sleep.

But he looked up and glanced at the closed door on the second floor.

The female celebrity, who was at the center of the cyberbullying storm and whose mental state was somewhat unstable, was sitting alone up there at that moment.

What if this girl does something foolish in the middle of the night, or what if those paparazzi come back?

It's a hassle, no matter what.

Lee Chi-hoon sighed softly and gave up the idea of ​​going home.

He went behind the bar and pulled a clean cashmere blanket out of the cabinet.

He took a quick shower in the spare room on the first floor, which he used for occasional naps, and then went straight to sleep.

Let's leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow.

The next day in Seoul, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

The early autumn sunlight streamed through the gaps in the air vents, casting slants onto the wooden floor of the spare room.

Li Chixun's biological clock, honed through years of scientific training, allows him to enter a light sleep state as soon as dawn breaks.

In his dazed state, he felt something furry brushing against the tip of his nose.

It's itchy, and has a faint, freesia-like scent in the shower gel.

Li Chixun frowned and subconsciously turned his head away, trying to avoid it.

But the force that was teasing him wouldn't give up, continuing to gently scrape the tip of his nose.

The intense itching that pierced my nasal cavity finally reached its limit.

"Achoo!"

Lee Chi-hoon suddenly sneezed loudly, instantly waking himself from his sleep.

The vigilance he developed in the cutthroat environment of Wall Street in his previous life instantly took over at this moment.

He assumed a thief or robber had sneaked into the bar, his muscles tensed instinctively, he sat up, his eyes flashed with coldness, and his right hand was already ready to fight.

But when he finally saw the figure standing by the bed clearly, all his defensive movements froze in mid-air.

It almost scared him to death.

The person standing by the bed was not a burglar.

It was Choi Sulli.

This girl somehow sneaked into his room.

He was holding a white feather he had found somewhere, and was in a bent-over position, ready to continue his crime.

Seeing Li Jixun suddenly erupt, she was startled and took a half step back like a frightened rabbit.

Lee Chi-hoon took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the adrenaline that had just started circulating in his body.

He leaned against the headboard, his eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze sweeping over the uninvited guest.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed something was amiss.

This girl isn't wearing the wet black hooded sweatshirt she wore yesterday.

Instead, she changed into a pure white, oversized short-sleeved T-shirt.

This outfit looks incredibly familiar.

Made of pure cotton, with a simple design and no unnecessary logos.

Aren't these spare clothes that I kept in the closet?

That was a purely handmade haute couture piece, and the size was custom-made to his height of 188 centimeters.

On Choi Sulli's slender 1.7-meter frame, it looked like she was wearing a huge sack.

The wide neckline was slightly askew, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate collarbone.

Looking at his intensely scrutinizing gaze, Choi Sulli realized that her prank had gone a bit too far.

She tucked the feather in her hand behind her back and chuckled somewhat sheepishly.

Two faint blushes rose on her fair cheeks.

"Um...you're awake."

She stretched out a finger and scratched her messy hair.

"My clothes were soaked through by the rain last night, so I couldn't wear them."

She looked at Li Jixun and began to explain honestly.

"I searched secretly for a long time last night before I finally found a few clean clothes in the closet."

She paused, her voice becoming as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"I wanted to tell you, but I found you were asleep, sleeping soundly, so I didn't have the heart to wake you."

She casually tugged at the hem of her dress.

"So...so I changed into it myself."

At this point, seemingly to hide her embarrassment, she suddenly took a step back.

He casually grabbed the hem of his oversized T-shirt with both hands and awkwardly spun around in place.

"How is it?"

Shirley looked up at Lee Chi-hoon with her bright, sparkling eyes.

"It's a bit big, but it looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

This single spinning motion triggered a fatal chain reaction.

The men's T-shirt, which was already incredibly oversized, was thrown off by her.

The wide hem fluttered up with the inertia of the movement.

The extremely short black safety shorts underneath instantly lost most of their coverage, revealing two straight, long, white legs to the air without reservation.

Those were the perfect leg shape sculpted from years of practicing girl group dances, and the skin shone with a delicate luster in the morning light.

Lee Chi-hoon was leaning against the headboard, and the view from below was absolutely perfect.

His gaze, completely unguarded, fell directly on that dazzling expanse of white skin.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Choi Sulli had been looking at him expectantly, hoping that this sharp-tongued boss would offer even a single decent compliment.

But when she looked down following Lee Chi-hoon's staring gaze, her brain short-circuited for a moment.

The temperature in the air seemed to rise several degrees all at once.

Sulli's cheeks were roasted in a flash.

Whether out of embarrassment or anger, she suddenly covered the hem of her T-shirt and jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Pervert!" she shouted, her voice trembling with obvious panic.

Then he turned around and ran out of the room in a flash, almost kicking his slippers off.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, revealing how frantically the owner had run.

This crisp, angry curse successfully broke Li Chixun's momentary daze.

He sat on the bed, raised his hand to touch his nose, and his face turned red, a rare sight for him.

This is truly bizarre.

In his previous life, he was a high-end player who had been with countless women in the world of fame and fortune; he had seen all kinds of situations.

Today, I was actually swayed by the sight of a twenty-year-old girl's long, white legs.

Where did the resolve gained from being reborn twice go?

Could it be that this max-level striker's physique not only brings abundant stamina, but also comes with some hidden attribute of being a pervert?

This is terrible.

The aloof persona I built up last night with a phone call and a few sarcastic remarks shattered completely with just one more glance.

Lee Chi-hoon sighed with some frustration.

He leaned back against the pillows, put his arms behind his head, and stared at the ceiling for a while to calm himself down.

I'm trying to rediscover that sense of composure and control.

Just then, a faint noise came from the direction of the door.

Choi Sulli quietly peeked out half her head again.

The blush on her face hadn't completely faded, and her eyes were still somewhat evasive; she didn't dare look Li Chixun in the eye at all.

But she still forced herself to speak, and stammered out her words.

"Um...aren't you getting up yet?"

She bit her pink lower lip and added softly.

"I...I've already made my breakfast."

After saying that, she didn't give Li Chixun any chance to respond, immediately turned around and left, her footsteps disappearing again at the end of the corridor.

Hearing the receding footsteps, Li Chixun leaned against the headboard, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

The initial annoyance vanished instantly upon hearing that last sentence.

My headache is gone, and my mood is better.

He never expected that the night he took in this little troublemaker would result in him enjoying a wake-up call and breakfast personally prepared by a beautiful female celebrity.

Whether it's out of remorse and a desire to make amends, or simply to show goodwill, this treatment is quite good.

Lee Ji-hoon couldn't help but smile.

He threw off the blanket, stood up from the bed, and grabbed a dark casual shirt from the chair next to him and put it on.

Then, he strode out the door at a leisurely pace.