Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

underground garage.

After repeated instructions and waving for two minutes, Han Xijun finally drove off.

The car window slowly closed.

Wu Haiyuan, leaning back in the passenger seat, let out a long sigh and muttered, "I'm not a three-year-old, how could I not know that side dishes should be put in the refrigerator?"

After fastening his seatbelt, Wu Haiyuan looked at Han Xijun, who was driving silently, and asked, "Really? You don't even know this?"

I left the garage.

Turn right onto the main road.

Han Xijun glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Although I'm a genius, I'm still a human being."

"People, um, I know, I can tell."

"So I know to eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm thirsty, and sleep when I'm sleepy."

"Where do you put the side dishes in the refrigerator? Where do you put the beef bone soup?"

Han Xijun quickly turned his head and glanced at Wu Haiyuan. He was sitting with his arms crossed, a serious expression on his face.

Are you cosplaying as a teacher?

"Answer my question first."

Han Xijun cleared his throat and said, "Put the side dishes in the crisper drawer, and the beef bone soup in the refrigerator. If you want to make soup, take them out to thaw in advance, just like seafood."

"Oh, you really know?"

Han Xijun turned on the radio.

As luck would have it, the radio program on my way to work this morning was playing music, and it was the same IVE comeback single that I heard playing at the convenience store behind the bus stop yesterday.

Wu Haiyuan asked, "Didn't you reply to Zhang Yuanying's text message?"

The moment he asked the question, Wu Haiyuan unconsciously became nervous.

She didn't know what she was nervous about.

It wasn't the first time I'd heard that Han Hee-joon and Jang Won-young knew each other; they were connected by some events. The last time my sister came to make up for her coming-of-age ceremony with barbecue, Han Hee-joon arrived later, but before coming to see her, he had gone to Chairman Jung's party at Hyundai Kia Group with Jang Won-young.

Strangely, Wu Haiyuan hadn't thought anything of it before.

Knowing that Han Xijun had agreed to help Zhang Yuanying, she never imagined that anything would happen between Han Xijun and Zhang Yuanying, even though Han Xijun had mentioned to her that Zhang Yuanying meant to pretend to be in love.

It hasn't been long since then. Yesterday, I saw that Zhang Yuanying sent a text message to Han Xijun. Han Xijun read it but didn't reply at the time, but that doesn't mean he didn't do anything afterward.

My sleeping posture this morning was also related to this. I was wondering if Han Xijun and Zhang Yuanying were constantly texting each other, and what they were texting. So I was very conflicted and annoyed, which is why my sleeping posture was so messy.

"One West"

She let out a soft sigh.

Wu Haiyuan turned to look at Han Xijun.

It seemed they wanted to see through Han Xijun's mind, judging whether he was telling the truth from his subtle changes in expression, small gestures, and tone of voice.

Wu Haiyuan now understands that Han Xijun touches the tip of his nose when he is deep in thought.

When someone is deep in thought about work-related problems, it means they are genuinely trying to find solutions.

If Han Xijun is pondering other issues, it's possible he's thinking about how to lie. Wu Haiyuan's inner monologue is quite dramatic.

Seeing Han Xijun's left hand leave the steering wheel, he mentally screamed, "Oh my god, oh my god, is he going to lift his hand up?"

As Han Xijun raised his left hand, Wu Haiyuan thought to himself, "Is he about to touch the tip of his nose? Is he going to touch the tip of his nose? He's definitely trying to lie."

Han Xijun simply pulled down the sun visor.

He then gripped the steering wheel again with his left hand and said, "No, I don't usually reply to text messages."

"so what?"

"The most direct and effective way to handle any issues is by making a phone call."

"Did you get through on the phone?"

"No"

"Then you can just say no."

"I just want to see you get jealous."

Wu Haiyuan quickly looked away. Unbeknownst to him, Han Xijun was staring at him with a smug smile on his lips.

She was the one who asked the question and had the initiative, so how did Han Xijun manage to steal the initiative in just a few sentences?

"You didn't go looking for that guy Ji-hoon's phone number all night, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Haiyuan immediately replied, "I don't need to go around asking people for phone numbers; I have them."

"You have?"

"It's been like this before."

Han Xijun smiled and said, "The phone number from the yearbook that classmates wrote in after high school graduation?"

Wu Haiyuan was surprised by Han Xijun's intelligence and blurted out, "What? How did you know?"

Han Xijun said, "I went to middle school."

Wu Haiyuan grumbled, "Anyway, it has a phone number."

"You should try; the phone number might be invalid."

"Out of service?" "Are you really that confident that Yoon Ji-hoon still has the cell phone he used in high school?"

Wu Haiyuan slowly shook his head.

She hadn't thought about that. The main reason was that she didn't use a cell phone in middle school. Her mother was going to buy her one, but her older sister was in the same tutoring building, so she didn't get one.

As for the message book where classmates would write blessings to each other after graduating from high school, it must be somewhere at home, but Wu Haiyuan didn't bother to look for it.

She was just echoing Han Xijun's words, trying to get back at him.

I still vividly remember Han Xijun's jealous expression when we ate grilled fish together yesterday.

He actually dared to tease me just now, seeing how jealous I was.

Ok.

They didn't get any revenge.

I always felt that there was a "gap" between Han Xijun and myself.

I had a vague feeling that it was that kind of "age gap".

In Wu Haiyuan's mind, people engaged in research and development were mostly middle-aged and elderly people with extensive knowledge. But the truth is that Han Xijun is only one year older than him, born in 02, and is only 21 years old this year.

Wu Haiyuan muttered to himself, "Who knows? What if?"

Han Xijun remained silent.

He had never had a crush on anyone, but after spending time with Oh Hae-won recently, Han Hee-joon felt that if he were Yoon Ji-hoon, he would keep his old cell phone, not for any other reason than that Oh Hae-won might call him from that old number someday.

The chances of this happening if you just follow the steps of studying are probably very low.

But he is truly working hard to advance his football career.

The better you play, the easier it is to get interviewed and appear on television.

Then Wu Haiyuan will be able to see him on TV.

Who knows, Yoon Ji-hoon might be a fan of nmixx.

Han Xijun, realizing this possibility, suddenly asked Wu Haiyuan, "Does your nmixx team hold fan meetings and autograph sessions?"

Wu Haiyuan casually remarked, "What, you want to prove you're an NSwer? Want to come and line up for an autograph session?"

"Hmm." "Stop fooling around."

"I really want to go."

Seeing how serious Han Xijun was, Wu Haiyuan thought for a moment and said, "The company doesn't have any plans for that in the short term. Maybe if the next comeback is successful, we'll arrange a fan meeting or autograph session, or something like the first anniversary of our debut."

Wu Haiyuan asked, "Are you really going to the scene?"

Han Xijun nodded and said, "Of course it's true."

Wu Haiyuan stopped him, saying, "No, you can't go. What if..."

Han Hee-joon was only thinking about whether Yoon Ji-hoon would attend. It was his first fan meeting and autograph session; if he didn't go, it wouldn't matter, but if he did…

As for Wu Haiyuan's concerns.

That's completely unnecessary.

Han Xijun would never expose himself in public; he's a fan, a die-hard fan.