Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Wu Haiyuan's idea is correct.

After all, the video environment is different, so playing for a few minutes is the limit.

Fortunately.

Wu Haiyuan's house has a three-bedroom, two-living room, and two-bathroom layout, with the master bedroom having its own bathroom.

From the moment Wu Haiyuan sat on the toilet seat until he removed the face mask that had already lost its moisture.

Looking at the call duration, it actually lasted 42 minutes.

Han Xijun's wet hair had dried naturally.

The camera shook twice.

Wu Haiyuan swallowed hard and asked, "Is the phone broken?"

The camera was shaking quite a bit, flashing by in an instant; Wu Haiyuan wasn't intentionally staring intently at the phone screen.

Cough

He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. Han Xijun's face was now right in the camera's view.

Actually, there was a moment when Wu Haiyuan wanted to tell Han Xijun that it was okay if the camera didn't have to be pointed at his face.

His handsome face was already etched into my mind.

No exaggeration, Wu Haiyuan can now draw Han Xijun's face on a blank sheet of paper, including the details of his facial features.

If Han Xijun were even slightly smarter, he would have seized the opportunity to have other things imprinted into Wu Haiyuan's mind.

Before the video call, Wu Haiyuan had considered that Han Xijun was a cunning man.

But now that the video call was about to end, Wu Haiyuan felt a pang of regret that Han Xijun was so guileless.

It means exactly what it says.

I'm having a video call; I want to see Wu Haiyuan.

Wu Haiyuan had no idea what was so interesting about him.

Seoul is overflowing with beautiful women.

Within the Kakao Group, and specifically in the department led by Han Xijun, every female employee is undoubtedly top-tier in terms of looks, figure, and education. This isn't just a casual remark.

The social environment in country H is like this, full of various complexities.

They're all about education, looks, and physique.

Of course, these things only happen to women.

Otherwise, how could the beauty and cosmetic surgery industry have developed so well?

Otherwise, why would news reports almost always feature stories of high school girls receiving plastic surgery as a reward for finishing their college entrance exams, or plastic surgery as a gift for their coming-of-age ceremony?

The feeling of "badness" always comes true very quickly.

Han Xijun raised his hand and ran his fingers through his hair a few times, saying, "Then I'll come pick you up around 9:30 tomorrow morning."

"9:30?"

"Yes, the mall opens at 10 a.m., we can drive there for a spin first."

"All right"

"You should get some rest," Wu Haiyuan said upon hearing this. "What about you? Are you going to sleep?"

Han Xijun smiled and said, "It's some work-related stuff to take care of."

Wu Haiyuan had forgotten that Han Xijun was a very busy person.

I remember my parents saying that Han Xijun had arranged all his work in advance for this visit to our home.

After all, he's the department head. How could he possibly have a peaceful day off without any problems? It's not like he's on his own.

It's regrettable, or rather, a little sad, but there's nothing we can do about it.

Wu Haiyuan stammered, "Don't push yourself too hard. You can't finish all the work by yourself. You need more rest. Actually, you should..."

Han Xijun didn't hear clearly what Wu Haiyuan was stammering about.

The screen swiped, and Han Xijun, holding his phone, prepared to leave the bathroom, asking, "What did you say?"

Wu Haiyuan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Sometimes she really felt she should be "brave" just once.

Just like when I bravely went to the open audition for JYP Entertainment to pursue my dream. At that time, I didn't even think about what would happen if I failed; I just charged forward without hesitation.

That spirit and energy is gone.

Otherwise, why wouldn't Wu Haiyuan dare to say "I want to see your chest" to Han Xijun, but instead say something like, "It's nothing, don't work too hard, you should rest early, see you tomorrow"?

Doodle

End video call.

Wu Haiyuan, who was sitting on the toilet seat, got up and felt something was wrong with his body.

My legs are numb.

Unable to move.

Blood resumes flowing.

I feel a reaction when I lift my leg.

Taking a step, the ball of your foot touches the ground, and that feeling of wanting to laugh, numbness, and relaxation is intoxicating.

How could his legs not go numb after sitting for more than 40 minutes? After standing still for a full two minutes to recover, Wu Haiyuan tried to take a step.

That intense, tingling sensation made me lift my leg the instant it touched the ground.

Two minutes later, I recovered.

But then the images I saw after the video call started flashed through my mind again.

It's a TV series.

It's true that in order to boost ratings in a certain period of a TV series and to give the audience a visual feast, the director deliberately arranged for the male lead to turn on the shower in a spacious bathroom, with water spraying out, and the male lead facing the shower head. The camera then moved down from his head and finally stopped at his waist.

The positioning was very accurate, just like marking the lines during a driver's license test, marking the exact spot on the abdominal muscles.

Pity.

The water mist quickly blocked the lens.

It's not much different from a regular phone call than a video call.

By the time the fog on the lens was wiped away, Han Xijun had already put on a short-sleeved pajama.

It's pajamas. The kind of checkered design you see at clothing stalls in the market, sold as a set.

It was probably bought by Han Xijun's mother.

Fortunately, Han Xijun didn't button up the buttons completely.

Thinking about it carefully, Han Xijun had been pacing back and forth in the bathroom the whole time during the video call, without doing anything and without stopping for a moment.

Aerobic exercise?

I don't understand.

Wu Haiyuan placed his phone on the washstand and began preparing to take a shower.

SL Apartment

Han Xijun's room.

The computer on my desk hasn't been turned on in a long time.

Opening the email, Han Xijun was indeed working.

He immediately threw himself into his work, reviewing emails and communicating with colleagues on the phone. When he spoke with Kwon Ji-ho, it was very noisy on the other end of the line, so Han Hee-joon casually asked where Kwon Ji-ho was.

Kwon Ji-ho was startled.

They moved to a relatively quiet environment, and with a click, the lighter made a sound. Then he told Han Xijun that he was having dinner with friends outside.

They asked where Han Xijun was.

Han Hee-joon didn't hesitate and told Kwon Ji-ho that he was at home.

Kwon Ji-ho muttered, "I thought the team leader was away on a business trip."

"On business trip?"

"Team leader has never taken a weekend off. I'm so sorry, so sorry."

Kwon Ji-ho suddenly apologized.

Han Xijun didn't seem to care and said, "The section you're in charge of is..."

"Yes, yes, I understand, I'll do it tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow is Saturday, you just need to get this sorted out by next Tuesday." "Really? Next Tuesday?"

Han Xijun said, "Is there a problem? Saturday and Sunday are rest days."

"Ah, right, right, have a great weekend, team leader!"

Kwon Ji-ho was very excited.

Han Xijun didn't know why he was so excited, and replied, "You too."

After ending the call, Han Xijun continued to communicate with the next colleague.

Unbeknownst to him, Kwon Ji-ho immediately shared the good news in a Kakao chat room after finishing the call.

The colleagues in the chat room didn't believe it, then Kwon Ji-ho took a screenshot of the call log and added the following sentence: "Team leader has really changed since he started dating. He said he was at home, but I think there's definitely more than just team leader at home."

Those who are just watching the show are simply watching the show.

In the chat room, Baek Eun-hee wasn't just a passive observer.

Seeing the scrolling messages, Baek Eun-hee, who was also curious about some things, couldn't resist sending a message to Jang Won-young.