Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Incheon, Songdo.

S chain coffee shops.

Yoon Ji-hoon and a boy of similar age were sitting on chairs, looking at the street scene with boredom.

The boy asked, "Why did you suddenly decide to arrange a class reunion?"

Yoon Ji-hoon chuckled lightly, "It's just a meal, does it have to be a reason?"

The boy touched the bridge of his nose and replied with a smile, "Eating normally is fine, but why are you contacting me? I was expelled from school in the second year of middle school. Haven't you students always disliked me?"

Yoon Ji-hoon glanced at the male god sitting opposite her.

He was muscular, and his arms, which were covered in tattoos, were visible after he took off his coat.

This person was indeed a classmate from middle school, and he was indeed expelled from school in the second year. Normally, he wouldn't be invited to a class reunion, but this time was an exception.

He had always hung out in Incheon, and Yoon Ji-hoon thought that having him attend the class reunion would create an "opportunity" for him.

No more rambling.

Yoon Ji-hoon took out an envelope and pushed it to the center of the table. The boy glanced at it, frowned slightly, and asked, "What does this mean? Is there money in here?"

I need your help.

The boy immediately took the envelope, opened it, took a look, and smiled with satisfaction, saying, "As expected of a future football star, you're so generous. Just tell me what you need."

After hearing what Yoon Ji-hoon wanted him to do, the boy looked doubtful and said, "This is something you only see in dramas. Do you think it would work in real life?"

Yoon Ji-hoon gently wiggled his finger and said, "Haven't you heard? Art imitates life. As far as I know, what you did is even more outrageous than what I asked you to do."

The boy shrugged and said, "Okay, send me a message once you've confirmed the time and place. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. You're a soccer star player."

At the same time.

The underground parking garage of Wu Haiyuan's apartment building.

Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan stood in front of the trunk.

We didn't realize we'd bought that much, but as we took things out of the trunk one by one, our hands were soon full.

Wu Haiyuan muttered, "There weren't many when they were loaded onto the truck."

Pressing the trunk release, Han Xijun, carrying the items, said as he walked, "Because we were transferring things from the trolley to the trunk, now we have to carry them by hand, so it feels like there's a lot." "Really? What's the principle behind that?"

"Suddenly so eager to learn? How should I put it, is it psychological?"

"What?!"

"Really, it's an optical illusion. You don't think there's much when you're not holding it in your hand. The optical illusion is all due to psychological suggestion, telling yourself that you didn't buy much and that a shopping cart can hold it all."

Enter the building.

Waiting for the elevator.

Wu Haiyuan sighed, "Ah, that's why you have to check the receipt when you buy things."

"Not entirely. If you buy H beef, the bill may look like a lot of numbers, but in reality, there's only a tiny bit of stuff."

I got into the elevator and pressed the button for my floor.

Han Xijun raised his hand to tidy his hair, and Wu Haiyuan exclaimed, "Oh~" and teased, "Are you showing off your arm strength?"

The things Han Xijun was carrying weighed at least 40 kilograms, and they were all heavy items like fruit, ribs, and meat.

Watching Han Xijun effortlessly carry the bags and even manage to fix his hair, Wu Haiyuan was genuinely impressed. Han Xijun then showed off, using the bags like a workout machine, pulling them back and forth while muttering, "You couldn't tell while wearing a down jacket, but my biceps are incredibly strong now."

"Yes, yes, terrifyingly strong."

"Of course, I can do it with one punch..."

"You killed a cow? Wow, that's amazing."

Han Xijun said speechlessly, "Never mind, I'll show you when I have the chance."

"What opportunity?"

"Aren't there those boxing arcade machines on the street? If you run into me, I'll show you my punching power."

Wu Haiyuan rolled his eyes and said, "I saw a very simple way to demonstrate arm strength online. I just hang you by the arm, and if you can lift me up, then you have great arm strength."

Although he had never seen this video before, the image appeared in Han Xijun's mind.

He calmly stated that it was very simple.

She even said that once they got out of the elevator, she would have Wu Haiyuan sling his arm over her arm to show her a bit of his skills.

The elevator arrived as the notification sounded.

Stepping out of the elevator, Han Xijun looked around to make sure there was no one else in the corridor.

He then placed the bag on the floor against the wall and stretched his arms to let Wu Haiyuan put his things down as well.

Wu Haiyuan muttered, "That's true, the things I'm carrying weigh at least 10 kilograms."

Han Xijun heard this and pointed to the bag, saying, "Don't put them down, take them all, it's only 10 jin."

Wu Haiyuan asked, "Really? Adding my weight..."

Han Hee-joon confidently asked, "How much do you weigh? Because of the comeback and year-end stage, you're 90 pounds now?"

Wu Haiyuan covered his mouth and laughed, asking in return, "Do I really look that thin? Less than 90 pounds?"

Sometimes Han Xijun still couldn't react that quickly. He was used to speaking his mind directly, and he blurted out, "Your cheeks are a bit sunken, but maybe you haven't lost any weight."

The gaze wasn't intentionally scanning from top to bottom.

He happened to be looking at the bag on the ground, but in Wu Haiyuan's eyes, Han Xijun was clearly looking for the extra flesh on his body.

Sunken cheeks, fleshy body.

He wasn't praising himself; he was saying that he only looked thin, but actually had a lot of excess fat.

"The clothes must weigh at least a few pounds."

It's okay.

"I meant the weight of the clothes, not my actual weight."

Han Xijun still didn't understand.

Wu Haiyuan almost said directly that she only weighs a little over 90 pounds.

"hand"

"what?"

"Do you want to continue warming up? How long?"

"Anytime is fine, I'm waiting for you."

Han Xijun raised his right hand, bending his forearm, and patted his right biceps with his left hand, indicating to Wu Haiyuan that he should be slinged. Wu Haiyuan put his right hand through Han Xijun's arm and hugged his left hand together. Before lowering his center of gravity and lifting his foot, he reminded Han Xijun, "I'm going to be slinged. The clothes I'm wearing today weigh at least 8 pounds, really."

"bring it on"

"You're here!"

"Come."

click

The door to the left front opened without warning.

A figure walked out of the room.

Noticing Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan, he stopped in his tracks and silently took out his phone.

Neither Han Xijun nor Wu Haiyuan noticed.

The moment his feet left the ground, Wu Haiyuan's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels as he said, "I'm hanging up, don't let go!"

"Oh my oh my oh my"

"It really came up." "Oh, are you alright? Your face is all red."

With clenched teeth, Han Xijun managed to squeeze out, "It's okay, do you weigh 90 pounds?"

Wu Haiyuan deliberately placed both feet on the ground.

The oppressive force vanished instantly, and Han Xijun asked, "What happened? I haven't even started yet."

"I believe you have great arm strength."

"No, we haven't even brought it up yet."

Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan turned their heads at the same time.

That last sentence wasn't said by them.

Only then did the two notice Wu Haiyuan's father standing at the door. Han Xijun quickly greeted him politely, "Uncle."

Wu Haiyuan greeted him, "Dad," but added, "Dad, when did you get to the door?"