Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Along the way, Jiang Huiyuan carefully described to Han Xijun what "happened" after she and Wu Haiyuan went to the restaurant.

The more Jiang Huiyuan talked, the angrier she became.

Without Han Xijun saying anything, Jiang Huiyuan said with absolute certainty that this class reunion was the last one, and she would not attend any future class reunions, no matter who organized them. If she didn't attend, Wu Haiyuan certainly wouldn't either.

He kept telling Han Hee-joon that Yoon Ji-hoon was no longer the same middle school classmate he used to be, and that people change. He never expected that Yoon Ji-hoon was two-faced.

Han Xijun even tried to persuade Jiang Huiyuan not to be so angry. He wasn't there, and Jiang Huiyuan didn't have any substantial evidence. If it wasn't true, it would be like wronging an innocent person.

Of course, in Han Xijun's eyes, Yoon Jihoon was just so-so, the kind of person who could be ignored and not worth Han Xijun's attention.

Jiang Huiyuan calmed down, but the car was still lingering on the road.

"Aren't we going to Haiyuan's house?"

Han Xijun replied, "Sending her back in her current state will only worry your aunt and uncle."

Jiang Huiyuan agreed, as the timing was indeed awkward.

But you can't just keep driving around Incheon Street all the time.

Finally, Jiang Huiyuan suggested going to her house. Han Xijun didn't want to trouble Jiang Huiyuan, and this was the best option at the moment.

When I got there, I found out that Jiang Huiyuan was renting a semi-basement room.

Wu Haiyuan definitely didn't know.

Half of the window is exposed above the road, while the other half is obscured underground.

Although the house was clean and tidy, the damp smell still couldn't be masked.

Jiang Huiyuan did not explain.

Since the family tragedy, she has had to take care of her studies and daily life all by herself. For Jiang Huiyuan, having a place to live that shelters her from the wind and rain, a bed to sleep in, and low expenses is more than enough.

Fortunately, Jiang Huiyuan will soon be going to Seoul to study, and this semi-basement apartment will also say goodbye to Jiang Huiyuan.

The dormitory environment is definitely better than a semi-basement.

While taking out ingredients such as ramen, ham, and luncheon meat, Kang Hye-won described to Han Hee-joon her improved life in the future.

This is a manifestation of a strong sense of self-esteem, Han Xijun echoed Jiang Huiyuan's words.

She writhed a few times, making a "woo-woo" sound.

When Wu Haiyuan woke up again and opened his eyes, he looked at the handsome face so close to his face and muttered, "What? Are I having dreams like this now? How come Han Xijun's face is here?"

As he spoke, Wu Haiyuan slowly raised his hand.

He pinched that handsome face and exclaimed, "It feels so real, and it's even warm."

I heard Jiang Huiyuan's voice.

Wu Haiyuan then suddenly became more sober.

He looked around at the current environment.

A completely unfamiliar space.

Now let's look at Han Xijun.

That face was looking at me with a warm smile and gentle eyes.

Top-down view.

His head seemed to be resting on his legs. Sitting up halfway, Wu Haiyuan understood the situation.

She wasn't dreaming; she had been sleeping with her head on Han Xijun's lap the whole time.

Ask, "Where is this?"

Han Xijun said, "It's a house that Huiyuan rented."

"A rented house? What...?"

Wu Haiyuan didn't say what came next.

He turned to look for Jiang Huiyuan.

There is no separate, partitioned space; the kitchen is right next to that half-open window that lets in light.

I saw Kang Hye-won chopping vegetables and heard her say, "The only food we have at home is army stew. But army stew is also a hangover cure. The kimchi I eat was given to me by the president of the barbecue restaurant. The old kimchi is very sour and spicy in the army stew."

Looking away, Wu Haiyuan lowered his voice and asked, "Is this really the house Huiyuan rented?"

Han Xijun gave a soft "hmm".

Wu Haiyuan looked around the room again. He sighed softly and turned to look at Han Xijun.

With just a glance, Han Xijun knew what Wu Haiyuan was thinking, and said in a low voice, "There's no need to try to change places. Huiyuan is going to university in Seoul soon, and the dormitory environment at Seoul University will definitely be better than here. If it really doesn't work, we'll think of other solutions."

Wu Haiyuan said, "We'll have to see the dormitories at Seoul National University to know, but many students rent apartments outside."

Han Xijun nodded and said, "Therefore, investing in real estate is necessary."

"Buying a house?"

"Yes, besides our future new house, we can invest any extra money in apartments."

"Investing in apartments?"

"It's definitely safer than stocks, especially stocks of large companies. If you can really make money, the company will have advance notice. And the ones who make money are usually the company's senior executives. Those who invest in stocks can only make a little money at most, and they might even get scammed by capital."

Wu Haiyuan didn't understand anything about stocks or anything like that. She didn't play the stock market at all, nor did she talk about things like cryptocurrencies that her classmates would discuss.

The best option is to invest in real estate.

When chatting with the members about how to manage their earnings, they all said they wanted to buy houses in Seoul. This was not only to settle down in Seoul, but more importantly, because Seoul's housing prices would only increase day by day, no matter what.

This one city has been flooded with young people from all over the country who want to strive and succeed; there are no exceptions.

"Haiyuan, you're awake?"

Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan raised their voices in perfect unison: "Now that you know your true alcohol tolerance, it's a good thing. You won't drink too much when you're out drinking in the future."

"Okay, I'll just have a beer with you or with Hye-won, or with the other members."

This conversation took only five seconds to complete when Jiang Huiyuan asked Wu Haiyuan if he had woken up.

Wu Haiyuan then looked at Jiang Huiyuan and asked, "What is it? It smells so good."

Jiang Huiyuan paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Smells good?"

Han Xijun's voice reached Wu Haiyuan's ears: "You've overacted."

I guessed that Wu Haiyuan probably wanted to express how delicious Jiang Huiyuan's cooking was.

The problem is that Jiang Huiyuan is preparing the ingredients, but hasn't started cooking yet.

As Jiang Huiyuan walked over carrying a portable gas stove, she muttered, "I didn't put any air freshener in the room. Haiyuan, did you smell Hee-joon's scent?"

"Him? He doesn't use perfume." "Wait, what did you call him?"

Kang Hye-won, who had just put down the portable gas stove, said, "Hee-joon."

Wu Haiyuan then asked Han Xijun, "What did you call her?"

Han Xijun said, "Huiyuan."

"So you two were just speaking in broken English?"

Han Xijun said "Oh".

Jiang Huiyuan explained, "Haiyuan, don't misunderstand. When I picked you up, I didn't want the classmates to notice anything amiss, so I only spoke half a word to Xijun."

Han Xijun interjected, "She didn't misunderstand; she's just not used to me suddenly using honorifics with you."

Wu Haiyuan waved his hand and said, "Yes, I'm happiest that you two can get along well. We're only a year apart in age, and I always feel a little awkward when you use honorifics. You're my best friend, and he's my boyfriend. We shouldn't be so distant."

Jiang Huiyuan asked, "Are you sure you didn't misunderstand? You're not angry?"

Wu Haiyuan laughed and said, "Huiyuan, how could I misunderstand and be angry? Don't be misled by those videos online or by the plot of TV dramas. Who says that best friends have to be wary of each other and can't get along well with my boyfriend?"