Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Even though Bae Joo-hyun went crazy, Liu Zimu still managed to get off work early today.

10 PM.

He stood in the underground parking lot of the residential complex where Hong Beibei's dormitory was located, smoked a cigarette, stared blankly for a while, and finally stubbed it out fiercely before leaving.

While waiting for a bus on the roadside, I was thinking about all the annoying things that happened every day, and I felt incredibly frustrated.

The driver noticed he was in a bad mood and didn't ask any further questions.

So the taxi was quiet, and the radio was playing a slow song. Lee Ji-eun's voice was so gentle, like she was lulling someone to sleep.

Liu Zimu's mind was filled with the last words Bae Joo-hyun said while crying after he pushed her away.

"Liu Zimu, why is Cui Xueli treated so gently by you? She can become so happy all of a sudden, I want that too, but why are you so cold to me?"

Hey!

On what grounds?

Because you're a yandere, I'm scared, big sister.

Who knows how many things Choi Sulli has done behind the scenes that he doesn't know about?

He cursed inwardly, then let out a long sigh.

The taxi was parked in front of the coffee shop.

Going upstairs, changing shoes, the movements were as mechanical as my past life as a beast of burden.

He pulled out a bottle of soju and a plate of kimchi from the refrigerator, sat down at the small table in the living room, and drank by himself.

To be honest, these past two days have felt like a fucking nightmare.

Bae Joo-hyun's face could be smiling one second and then grabbing him by the neck the next, saying he couldn't escape.

The light in those eyes wasn't the kind of light a normal person should have.

She was so distorted and deformed, constantly changing, until she became someone you wanted to call the police for.

But would you say she's completely insane?

No, she understands everything, but she's just crazy.

Liu Zimu took a sip of wine and recalled the face of her when she cried and said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

The tears were real.

The fear is real.

When she said "I'm scared," the tremor in her voice was genuine.

But you can turn around and laugh, then go crazy, then cry.

This kind of switching method should only exist in heaven, not on earth!

What kind of monsters has this damned Peninsula entertainment industry driven these female celebrities into?

How long has it been since I transmigrated? How many normal people have I encountered?

Sulli became a crazy girlfriend, Irene is a yandere, Rosé is a crazy girl, Krystal loves to stir up trouble, Yoona is a scheming and manipulative woman, and even Taeyeon, whom he thought was more reliable, is a yaoi fangirl...

He took another swig of liquor. The liquor wasn't very strong, but if you drank one bottle by yourself, you'd start to feel tipsy.

He wanted to call Choi Sulli.

I took out my phone, glanced at the screen, and then put it down.

Forget it.

That crazy woman is even crazier than him now. If he accidentally lets something slip, he is absolutely certain that Choi Sulli will fly back without a second thought.

When I had a video call with her yesterday.

She was still smiling and said, "Oppa, don't worry about me. I'm fine, perfectly fine."

Absolutely wonderful.

When those words floated through his mind, he felt a strange bitterness.

Just like this glass of liquor in my hand, you don't feel anything when you drink it, but the flavor slowly emerges after you swallow it.

Liu Zimu poured another cup.

He thought about it a lot.

I want to travel back to that dilapidated rented room, to that bowl of instant noodles I ate half of before I started to space out, and to my parents in that other world.

Because the original owner of this world had no parents.

Ugh, it's so frustrating.

In this place, I'm constantly being chased and nibbled at by Bae Joo-hyun, glared at by Kim Ye-rin, and today I was even being laughed at behind my back by Im Yoon-ah's crocodile mouth.

And what about Jung Soo-jung? You not only stirred things up, but you also resorted to espionage. Have you already reported Bae Joo-hyun's mess to Sulli?

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get.

He drank another glass.

I stood up, my legs felt a little weak, went to the bathroom to wash my face, and looked at myself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror had slightly red eyes; it was unclear whether it was from the alcohol or something else.

Never mind, time for bed.

Once you're asleep, you won't have to think about these trivial things.

There was no system in his dream, no yandere, and no crazy woman who kept running to his coffee shop.

I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, and I've also been driven to the brink of neurasthenia by other people during the day.

Go to bed early tonight.

The battle continues tomorrow.

To preserve Choi Sulli's awakened memories, to protect the shares, and to fight for 50 million RMB.

I'll put up with all this nonsense!

He walked to the bedside and was about to take off his clothes when a noise suddenly came from downstairs.

It wasn't a normal sound; someone was fiddling with the combination lock, making a rustling noise.

Liu Zimu was stunned.

Thief?

Is Seoul really that unsafe?

He picked up the empty wine bottle from the table and tiptoed toward the door.

The combination lock beeped, and someone was entering the password.

Drip, drip, drip, drip...

But the numbers were wrong, and the door didn't open.

I pressed it again, but it still didn't work.

Then it was the third time.

The sixth time.

The tenth time.

Damn it, this guy clearly doesn't know the password and is just trying random things.

Liu Zimu walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

A girl in a black hoodie stood under the streetlight, a few strands of her blonde hair peeking out from under the hood. She was bending over, her face close to the combination lock, poking her fingers at it.

She moved very slowly, staring at each number for two seconds after pressing it, as if she would forget what number she had just pressed the next second.

Then the door lock beeped again.

Too many incorrect password attempts, the phone is locked.

She took a step back, tilted her head to look at the door lock for two seconds, and then squatted down.

She squatted by the door, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms.

Her golden hair was blown about by the night wind.

Liu Zimu's head buzzed.

It wasn't a thief, it was that spirited young woman born in the Year of the Dog.

He's that crazy guy who gets drunk on the streets of Seoul and then randomly kisses someone.

Park Chae Young.

Liu Zimu took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Hold.

I can't live like this anymore.

He stood there, holding the empty bottle, two voices arguing in his head.

One of them said, "Don't open the door, don't open the door. Last time she came, you almost couldn't resist."

If they let her in again this time, and if Rosé posts a picture of herself sleeping on his sofa on Instagram tomorrow, Sulli will definitely fly back home.

Another voice said it was so cold outside. In November, the night wind in Seoul could turn a person into an icicle. What if something happened to a girl squatting at the door?

Liu Zimu stared at the figure curled up in the cat's eye for more than ten seconds.

She remained motionless, like a golden retriever puppy abandoned by the roadside.

Why are you showing up at my door at night again?

The scars from her kisses last time had already exhausted him, both physically and mentally, and now it was happening again.

Damn system, are you taking the roster of the Peninsula Girls and randomly picking one of them to send to my house every night?

Tongzi ignored him.

Liu Zimu gritted his teeth, put down the empty wine bottle, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Some things always need to be clarified.

Park Chae-young was very excited today, clutching the thing in her arms tightly.

She did drink, but not much.

She was downstairs at Liu Zimu's coffee shop when she saw the lights on upstairs, so she quietly called out a couple of times, but there was no response from upstairs.

But she didn't dare to shout loudly, afraid that others would recognize her.

She regretted not drinking more and getting more drunk, because then she would definitely have shouted and screamed without a care in the world.

Then she started trying to enter the password, but the door was locked!

Feeling a bit annoyed, I decided to shout louder when there was no one around on the roadside.

Then the door opened.