Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Han Xijun watched the video he had just filmed again.

He hadn't watched any of the videos or live stream clips uploaded online by "Mercedes Brother" or other food bloggers.

It has to be said that Wu Haiyuan is quite knowledgeable about food.

Although he's not a food blogger, Wu Haiyuan's skills are no less than those of a food blogger.

In about three seconds, Wu Haiyuan ate a chicken leg, which was completely deboned. The key point is that in the video, Wu Haiyuan's cheeks were full of muscles, chubby and cute.

Upon hearing Wu Haiyuan's question, Han Xijun moved his phone to the left.

The phone screen was stuck on an image of Wu Haiyuan with his cheeks puffed out.

A simple comparison.

After eating the chicken leg meat, Wu Haiyuan regained his oval face shape.

An accurate description would be a slender, oval face with slightly sunken cheeks.

Looking at the screen, no matter how you look at it, Wu Haiyuan's chubby appearance is the cutest, most charming, and most likable at first glance.

"Does not speaking mean you admit it?" Originally, Han Xijun wanted to take care of Wu Haiyuan, besides disliking fried food, by giving Wu Haiyuan the best chicken leg meat and eating some chicken nuggets himself.

Wu Haiyuan asked if he did this on purpose to make her gain weight, and Han Xijun readily replied, "Oh, I did it on purpose."

"What? You really did it on purpose?"

"Hmm, you're too thin now."

Wu Haiyuan raised his hand to touch his cheek and muttered, "Am I thin? My roommate said I've gained weight recently, and he wants me to lose some before the year-end stage performance."

Who is your company's department head?

"Um?"

"I remember Director Lee Ji-young is the person in charge of you, right?"

Wu Haiyuan nodded in response, "Yes, Director-nim is in charge of our Fourth Headquarters. What's wrong?"

"I'll ask her what kind of figure is considered not fat."

Wu Haiyuan was startled.

She reached out and grabbed Han Xijun's wrist, saying, "Don't ask, are you trying to kill me?" "Stop talking about dying, pshaw!"

"Pshaw, so please don't ask."

Wu Haiyuan had no doubt that Han Xijun would actually ask.

Because she personally witnessed Han Hee-joon and Director Lee Ji-young exchanging contact information.

He cautiously pressed further, "To be honest, have you contacted our director?"

Han Xijun shook his head and said, "No, did your director change his phone number?"

"No, I don't know, and I don't have the director's phone number."

"It's a holiday, shall I send my greetings?"

"Wait, what are you greeting me for on Christmas? It's not New Year's."

"Then I'll extend my New Year's greetings and ask you something while I'm at it."

Wu Haiyuan anxiously started rapping, and Han Xijun looked surprised.

This was the first time he had heard Wu Haiyuan speak so quickly, and more importantly, his pronunciation was so clear that he could understand every single word with perfect standard pronunciation. "Wow, you could actually try being a news anchor."

The sudden shift in topic caught Wu Haiyuan somewhat off guard.

Weren't we talking about greeting Director Lee Ji-young? Why are we talking about challenging a news anchor now?

Han Xijun clapped his hands and said, "You really have talent in this area, so you don't necessarily have to be an idol to succeed, really."

Wu Haiyuan muttered, "What?"

There was a sense of déjà vu about Han Xijun standing before me.

It's not that I don't know this person.

The Han Xijun in front of me is not Han Xijun, but just someone who looks very similar to someone I've seen somewhere before.

For a moment, Wu Haiyuan couldn't remember either.

Han Xijun crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Want to take on the challenge? I think you can definitely do it. You can try to get a chance, or start as a regular host, like those program hosts."

Wu Haiyuan covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Dafken, I know!"

Han Xijun was now puzzled, frowning as he asked, "Know what? Do you know about my hosting talent?" "No, you look a lot like Choi Siwon from Super Junior. Do you know Choi Siwon?"

Han Xijun shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

Wu Haiyuan exclaimed, "It's so similar! The facial expressions, the clapping, the gesture of crossing your arms—what's that? A habit of the wealthy? Or what?"

Wu Haiyuan took out his phone and searched for a video to show Han Xijun.

Han Xijun didn't think much of it, and held his phone to Wu Haiyuan's cheek, saying, "Really, you don't look good when you're thin."

Wu Haiyuan reached out and took Han Xijun's phone.

Looking at the lingering video feed, Wu Haiyuan said speechlessly, "You really think this looks good?"

"So cute!"

Do you prefer cute, pretty, or sexy?

"cute"

Are you sure?

"Hmm, cute." Please remember the only official website for this novel: www.deqixs.org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Wu Haiyuan returned Han Xijun's phone to him, opened his own phone's photo album, flipped through it for a while, and then flashed a photo in front of Han Xijun.

"You still think so?"

As the object swayed, Han Xijun instinctively followed it with his eyes.

But Wu Haiyuan's hands moved too quickly, and Han Xijun didn't even see Wu Haiyuan's phone screen.

Curious, he asked, "What is it?"

Wu Haiyuan retorted, "Didn't you see it?"

Han Xijun replied very seriously, "I didn't see it."

Wu Haiyuan was somewhat skeptical.

He picked up his phone again, slowed down, and flashed it past Han Xijun once more.

Han Xijun raised his right hand and said, "I swear, I really didn't see it."

Wu Haiyuan muttered, "How could you not have seen it? Your eyes are so sharp, and your memory is so good. You're lying to me, right?" Han Xijun repeated, "I swore it."

"Okay, I'll show you one last time."

Wu Haiyuan acted swiftly this time as well.

However, Han Xijun was prepared.

He also believed that Wu Haiyuan's statement about it being the last time must indeed be true.

It's not a game.

No rules were predetermined.

As Wu Haiyuan moved his right hand, which was holding the phone, horizontally, Han Xijun grabbed Wu Haiyuan's wrist.

The phone screen accurately stopped in front of Han Xijun's eyes.

1 seconds.

2 seconds.

Three seconds. A full three seconds.

Wu Haiyuan tried to break free, but she was definitely no match for Han Xijun's strength.

Fortunately, Wu Haiyuan was smart. He let go and caught the falling phone with his left hand, then quickly put it back under the table.

Han Xijun's eyes widened, still gripping Wu Haiyuan's wrist, his gaze following the direction Wu Haiyuan took back his phone, finally settling on Wu Haiyuan's face.

Wu Haiyuan said in a low voice, "Let go of me first."

Han Xijun released Wu Haiyuan's wrist.

Wu Haiyuan avoided Han Xijun's gaze and muttered, "What?"

Han Xijun asked, enunciating each word clearly, "The person I just saw, the person in the photo, was it you?"

Wu Haiyuan stole a glance at Han Xijun.

Han Hee-joon's eyes and expression were more sincere than ever.

Wu Haiyuan muttered speechlessly, "Who was it that just said they liked cute things?"

"Five hundred yuan, is it really you?" "What do you mean, 'me'?"

"Um, the one in the photo wearing black stockings and a short skirt, that skirt isn't a school uniform, is it? And... wait, is that really you? Unbelievable, haha, unbelievable, you?"