Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Wu Haiyuan felt like he was being led by the nose by Han Xijun.

It's rare for me to be able to "make my own decision" and decide not to go to the mobile phone store today. After all, transferring the data from my old phone there would take some time, and going with Han Xijun would definitely draw "special" attention.

This person claims to be in a secret relationship, but he doesn't bother to pretend at all. He just flaunts his handsome face, which everyone can recognize, and "parades around" everywhere.

wrong.

Why am I still thinking he's handsome?

In the passenger seat, Wu Haiyuan thought it over and over and still felt that he had to persuade Han Xijun.

So Wu Haiyuan tried to persuade Han Xijun by arguing that dating would affect his work and delay Han Xijun's AI research efficiency.

Logically speaking, Han Xijun should be very concerned about work, but today he casually told Wu Haiyuan that people shouldn't just focus on work, but should experience different aspects of life.

Wu Haiyuan then tried to use the excuse that even if the two were secretly dating, they wouldn't have time to go on dates. Han Xijun had so much work, and he himself had a lot of work too. Moreover, idol singers, as public figures, already have many restrictions.

The car did not head in the direction of Daofeng District.

Wu Haiyuan's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the road sign, and his hand unconsciously gripped the seatbelt.

This road feels like it leads to Yongsan. Now, when Yongsan is mentioned, all Wu Haiyuan can think of is R Apartment, which was Han Xijun's "home" in Seoul.

Are you going to take me home again?

Wu Haiyuan muttered, "See? Dates can only be at home. There's really nothing else..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Xijun turned left and entered the path leading to the Jamsil Room.

After driving for a while, Han Xijun asked, "Do you want to go home?"

Wu Haiyuan quickly denied it: "Of course not, I thought..."

Wu Haiyuan seemed to know the destination.

But I'm not entirely sure.

It wasn't until Han Hee-joon actually parked the car in the parking lot of Jamsil Hangang Park.

Wu Haiyuan turned to Han Xijun and asked, "What brings you here?"

You shouldn't even ask.

Hangang Park is a famous dating spot. Whether ordinary people or celebrities, many enjoy strolling, exercising, or, like Han Hee-joon and Oh Hae-won now, sitting in their car after dark. Han Hee-joon glanced around and said, "There should be several other cars around here with people inside."

"What?"

"He's probably an idol artist too."

How did you know?

I saw this online.

"Hey, it's all just nonsense from netizens online."

Han Xijun pointed to a white private car on the left and said, "If there's someone in that car, they must be an idol."

Wu Haiyuan looked curiously in the direction Han Xijun was pointing.

I can't see anything.

Question: "How can you be so sure?"

Han Xijun said, "Because, like me, their cars have privacy screen protectors on."

"What?" "My car has window tinting, so you can't see inside from the outside, but you can see out clearly from the inside."

Wu Haiyuan looked around.

If Han Xijun hadn't said anything, Wu Haiyuan wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the so-called anti-peeping film and a regular car window.

Pointing to the windshield, he said, "They even veneered such a large window?"

Han Xijun nodded slightly and said, "If you don't believe me, go down and take a look."

Wu Haiyuan actually unbuckled his seatbelt.

After opening the car door and getting out, I first pressed my face against the passenger side window and looked inside; it was pitch black.

Walking around to the front of the car, it was still pitch black.

I walked around the car, and every window was completely black from the outside. Even though I was right next to the driver's side window and knew Han Xijun was sitting inside, I really couldn't see him at all.

PARKING LOT.

There really was someone in that white car.

A gentle voice, tinged with doubt, spoke from the passenger seat to the driver: "Are the people circling that black car reporters?" The driver replied, "They look like novice lovers in the throes of a secret romance."

"Newbie?"

"Only novices would wonder if the privacy film on the car windows really means they can't see inside the car."

"How does Oppa know so much?"

"Wasn't this the same when you first came to Han River Park with me?"

Wu Haiyuan, who got back into the car, had no idea that he had been "mocked for being a novice" just for circling the car.

After getting on the bus, Wu Haiyuan sighed, "I really can't see anything."

Han Xijun said with a smile, "Actually, not that many people are paying attention to us."

"Too"

"Want some ramen? Everyone says the ramen at Hangang Park is delicious."

Wu Haiyuan said, "They all taste the same, just the atmosphere is different. I won't eat ramen tonight, or my face will be swollen tomorrow."

"You kept saying you wanted ramen last night." "Who? Me?"

"Yes, it's you."

"How is that possible?"

"Really, when I helped you into the bedroom..."

Wu Haiyuan quickly interrupted, "We've arrived at Hanjiang Park, and then what?"

Han Xijun continued unhurriedly, "I'm helping you take off your socks. Did you think I was going to do anything else to you? I couldn't hear what you were cursing, and you kept kicking me with your feet."

"You really kicked me a lot last night, and my chest and collarbone area still hurt a bit when I press on them."

"But this also proves that even when you've had too much to drink, you still subconsciously protect yourself, which is good."

"But in the future, if you are drinking outside and I am not present, you cannot drink more than half a bottle of red wine, more than a bottle of soju, and you absolutely cannot mix it with 'cannonball' liquor."

The commanding tone.

Wu Haiyuan was still wondering if he had really kicked Han Xijun.

Han Xijun asked, "Did you hear that?" Wu Haiyuan subconsciously replied, "I know."

Han Xijun's words echoed in her ears: "Be good, but you can drink whatever you want when you're with me."

The car started moving.

Coming to his senses, Wu Haiyuan asked, "Where to?"

Han Xijun said, "Let's go to the next place."

"Where is the next place?"

"I've made all the arrangements. Anyway, I'll take you back to your dorm early tonight and I won't let you drink. I'll take you to get a bowl of seafood knife-cut noodles later. It's the kind of takeout I order when I'm working overtime at the company. It's really delicious."

It's all very mysterious.

Once Wu Haiyuan got on the "thief's" car, he had no choice but to follow Han Xijun.

nmixx dormitory.

The youngest member, Zhang Guizhen, is still washing up.

The takeout food we'd been waiting for finally arrived at the dorm. The members guessed it was Korean beef, Japanese food, pork ribs, spicy braised monkfish, and all sorts of other dishes, but nobody guessed it was Chinese food.

Based on the delivery time, if it's Chinese cuisine, it should have been delivered by the time they returned to their dorm.

Surprisingly, the food delivered was indeed Chinese cuisine.

But it's not the kind of everyday Chinese dish like Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste), sweet and sour pork, or seafood noodles that come with fried dumplings.

Instead, they were served in beautifully insulated containers, each containing portions of Chinese cuisine that the members had never tasted before.

Looking at the delicious food laid out on the coffee table, Bae Jin-sol muttered, "This meal must be very expensive. Is Unnie not coming back tonight?"