Peninsula: Starting with Hijacking Yoona

92, mina?

Incheon International Airport, 6:00 AM.

I didn't expect the overseas trip to come so soon.

When Li Jingcheng got out of the van, he was surrounded by flashing lights.

Today he wore a black fitted Dior Spring/Summer suit jacket over a simple white T-shirt, and a Casio EWQ-M1000BD steel-band watch on his wrist, which strangely matched his Dior suit.

The crowd of fans outside the fence was enormous. They held up support signs and chanted names, their voices so loud they could lift the roof off. Even though it was broad daylight, the flashes from those cameras and microphones were going off like crazy.

Lee Kyung-sung stopped and waved to his fans.

Good morning. It's so cold outside, you must be tired.

"Oppa, take care of yourself!"

Have a safe journey!

He smiled, wanting to chat a little longer. They'd been at the airport since before dawn, braving the cold wind, just to catch a glimpse of him. A few more words wouldn't hurt; in fact, it would make their trip worthwhile.

But Luo Yonghao's voice came from behind, sounding somewhat helpless, "If you don't leave soon, the plane is really going to take off."

Lee Kyung-sung was somewhat helpless, so he could only walk and look back, finally waving to his fans before disappearing through the security checkpoint.

This was his first time flying.

As the plane taxied, he stared out the window, watching the runway lines recede one by one. At the moment of takeoff, his body jerked backward.

He instinctively gripped the handrail tightly.

Luo Yonghao happened to see his urgency and chuckled beside him.

"Jingcheng, are you afraid of flying?"

Li Jingcheng released the armrest without changing his expression, "It's been too long since I've flown, I'm a little not used to it."

Luo Yonghao smiled and asked, "Did you come back from the US by boat?" But he didn't call him out on it.

The plane broke through the clouds, and the sunlight outside the window suddenly became dazzling. Li Jingcheng leaned back in his seat, looking at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, and slowly relaxed.

---

Narita Airport.

Lee Kyung-sung thought his popularity in Japan was average, since he had never had any scheduled activities there before, and this was his first time in Japan. He probably only had a handful of fans.

result--

The moment he stepped out of the arrival gate, screams surged forth like a tidal wave. A sea of ​​people.

He paused for a moment, and his steps came to a stop.

Luo Yonghao was also surprised, and whispered behind him, "There are quite a lot of people."

Li Jingcheng's lips curled into a slight smile. He removed his mask and skillfully changed the subject, "Hello everyone, I'm Li Jingcheng. Thank you all for coming to pick me up."

The pronunciation is standard and the intonation is natural.

The screams grew louder.

A special screening was held at the Korean Cultural Center in Tokyo.

The venue wasn't large, but it was packed with fans. The screen showed clips they had edited from a preview screening of "The Moon Embracing the Sun," and the audience cheered when key scenes were shown.

Lee Kyung-sung was also sitting in the audience, watching with his fans.

His gaze swept across the front row, and then—

stopped.

A girl was sitting in the third row on the left.

She wore a light gray knitted cardigan over a white top, her hair naturally loose. She wasn't dressed up, but she stood out among a group of meticulously dressed fans.

Her face was small, with delicate and refined features. Her skin was so white it glowed, like amber under the light.

She sat very upright. Not in a deliberately upright way, but with open shoulders and a long, slender neck, like an elegant swan.

It looks somewhat familiar.

Li Jingcheng's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

The other person seemed to sense it, and turned their head slightly, their eyes meeting his.

Only one second.

Then she lowered her head, somewhat shy.

Li Jingcheng nodded slightly, then looked away, feeling that the face looked somewhat familiar.

There's another activity scheduled for today.

The press conference will begin at 6 p.m.

More than a hundred Japanese media outlets were present, and the flashes were even more intense than at the airport that morning. Lee Kyung-sung sat on the stage, answering reporters' questions in fluent Japanese.

"Li Jingcheng-san, what are your impressions of Japanese fans?"

"Very enthusiastic and polite," he smiled, "and speaks Japanese better than I do."

A burst of laughter came from the audience.

"So, what kind of person does Lee Kyung-sung like?"

The moment the question was asked, the fans in the audience fell silent.

Li Jingcheng thought about it.

"Hmm~ She's probably the Yamato Nadeshiko type, but it really depends on fate. As for the exact answer, I don't know."

This is the truth.

The press conference was followed immediately by a fan meeting.

Because the number of fans far exceeded expectations, the organizers split the event into two groups. The first group was after the press conference, and the second group was on the morning of the following day.

As Lee Kyung-sung walked onto the stage, the host asked him, "Lee Kyung-sung, your Japanese is so good, do you have any favorite Japanese songs lately?"

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Li Jingcheng thought about it.

"Yes, I like "Secret Base ~君がくれたもの~" recently."

That's the ending theme song from "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day". After the anime aired in 2011, this song became a nationwide tearjerker.

The host's eyes lit up, and he jokingly asked, "Could you sing a song?"

The fans in the audience immediately screamed.

"Sing, sing!"

Please!

Li Jingcheng smiled but did not answer immediately.

He glanced at the side of the stage—Luo Yonghao stood there, his expression unchanged, only slightly shrugging. Not having reviewed the script was troublesome. He looked at Sato beside him.

However, Li Jingcheng glanced at Sato first.

Sato stood at the back of the venue, met his gaze, nodded slightly, and mouthed, "No problem."

Then he whispered to Luo Yonghao beside him, "I'll take care of the copyright issues. Jing Chengsang just needs to focus on singing."

Relieved to receive an accurate answer, Li Jingcheng was put at ease.

"Then sing a short piece."

He cleared his throat, and memories from his past life surfaced in his mind. "Menma has found you." He quickly got into character, picked up the microphone, and sang the first line.

Although not a professional singer, his strength lies in his emotional delivery. His voice is neither too high nor too low, his breath control is steady, and his pronunciation is accurate. When he reached the chorus, he slowed down the tempo—

"The promise we made in summer, the dreams for the future, the grand hopes—I will never forget them—"

"I believe we will meet again in August, ten years from now—"

"Recalling, the most beautiful memories—"

The fans in the audience fell silent.

After the song was finished, thunderous applause erupted.

Sato stood behind, his face showing a hint of surprise.

"Kyung Sung, you sang well," he and Luo Yonghao kept praising Lee Kyung Sung. "Your pronunciation is perfect. Have you considered releasing a song in Japan?"

Li Jingcheng smiled at the fans below the stage, bowed, and thanked them.

---

The "death trip"—a two-day trip to Japan—was non-stop, minus commuting and nighttime sleep.

The second day of the fan meeting was the last day.

When Li Jingcheng walked onto the stage, his gaze habitually swept over the audience.

He saw her again.

This time she changed her clothes—a cream-colored knitted cardigan over a light pink round-neck T-shirt, the neckline revealing a small section of her collarbone. Her hair was tied up in a low ponytail, showing off her slender neck.

A different style from yesterday. But the overall vibe is surprisingly consistent, giving off a soft, cute, and fragile feeling.

Li Jingcheng exchanged another glance with her and nodded slightly as a greeting.

She paused for a moment, then smiled.

When she smiles, her eyes crinkle and become brighter than when she doesn't smile.

When the Q&A session with fans began, she raised her hand.

Before the host could even call on her, Li Jingcheng had already spoken.

"Please let this girl in the white dress come over."

The fans in the audience followed his gaze and saw her.

Her ears turned red instantly, and she stood up, awkwardly taking the microphone.

The voice was soft and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Li Jingcheng-san...I have a question I'd like to ask."

She took a deep breath.

"Back then, when Lee Kyung-sung-san was replying to fans in four languages ​​on social media..." She spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was earnest. "That Japanese comment, that was one I wrote. You replied to me, do you remember?"

Li Jingcheng looked at her, recalling the Japanese netizens he had replied to back then. There weren't many, but one ID stood out in his mind. He initially thought it was just a coincidence of names, but now he felt it might be true.

He thought about it.

"Is it Mina?" Li Jingcheng asked, somewhat uncertain.

"Yes! It's me!" Mina's eyes lit up suddenly, and she nodded slightly, her tone tinged with excitement.

Seeing her expectant and excited reaction, Li Jingcheng smiled as well.

"Of course I remember."

Next up is a mini-game segment.

The host invited three fans to the stage, chatted briefly, and then asked them to imitate classic scenes from the show.

The first fan imitated Li Xuan's angry expression.

The second fan imitated Yan Yu's shy expression. Laughter erupted from the audience.

When it was Mina's turn, she stood on the stage, still a little nervous.

"Li Jingcheng-san..." She looked up at Li Jingcheng, "Could you perform that again?"

"Which one?" Li Jingcheng felt that Mina's temperament was too easy to attract big bad wolves, and he always wanted to tease her.

"It was... the deep affection in Li Xuan's eyes when he saw Xu Yanyu and confirmed her identity."

After she finished speaking, her eyes were full of anticipation.

Li Jingcheng looked at her, had no reason to refuse, and nodded gently.

"no problem."

He looked at her.

The emotions in his eyes slowly began to change.

There was no trace of deliberate acting.

It wasn't superficial affection; it was focused and directed at her.

Mina was rooted to the spot by that gaze, her heart pounding like crazy.

She lowered her head, unable to look any longer.

"Thank you..." Her voice was very soft.

Group photo session

She stood to his right, less than a fist's distance between them. She could smell his cologne—faint, not strong, just right.

When the photographer counted "one, two, three" to prepare to freeze the frame...

The faint smile on her face deepened slightly.

She didn't care about the group photos that followed.

"It's finally over."

After the fan meeting ended, Li Jingcheng prepared to leave through the artist-only exit. He was completely numb from the past few days. Even though he was a public figure and couldn't experience some joy anymore, he at least needed to get some rest.

But with his seamless schedule in Japan, he can't even imagine going back to Korea.

Luo Yonghao followed beside him, shaking his head with a smile, "Aren't you going to buy a house? You have a lot of travel, and the settlement amount will be large, so you can buy a better house."

Upon hearing this, the sullen and hostile expression on Li Jingcheng's face instantly vanished.

He nodded in agreement, then asked, "When is my flight back to Korea? Can it be delayed? I'd like to do some sightseeing in Japan."

Luo Yonghao thought for a moment and replied, "Okay, but we can't stay out for too long, my flight is at around 6 pm."

The fans gradually dispersed, and the entrance to the venue returned to silence.

Lee Kyung-sung and Na Yong-ho didn't drive; they left on foot. The wind from Tokyo was cool but not as chilly as the wind in Seoul, and it felt quite comfortable.

"Brother Yong-ho, is there anything good to eat nearby?" Lee Kyung-sung asked casually.

"This is my first time in Japan too," Luo Yonghao said, taking out his phone. "Let me check."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind.

Li Jingcheng turned around.

A girl was running towards them, her hair fluttering in the wind. As she ran, strands of hair rose and fell, like a little butterfly fluttering its wings.

is her.

Named Jingnan.

Li Jingcheng stopped in his tracks, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He thought Mina was probably quite introverted and not the type to take the initiative. He didn't expect her to come over so readily; she was quite brave.

So he took the initiative to walk towards her.

Mina ran up to him, stopped, and was slightly out of breath. Her chest heaved, and her cheeks were flushed a faint pink from running.

She looked up.

Then--

Mina's breath hitched for a second.

I already thought it was great watching it from the audience. Later, when they imitated the actions from the play, I saw it up close and was still amazed. But every time I watch it, I can't help but want to look at it a few more times.

He has deep-set, well-defined features and excellent bone structure. He has high brow bones, a straight nose, and a sharp jawline.

It's not the typical style of Japanese idols; it's overwhelmingly and aggressively beautiful.

Mina thought to herself, "Kei Chengsang is more handsome than any of the male actors or idols in Japan, even Takuya Kimura."

It's not a filter.

it is true.

She just looked up at him, her mind completely blank.

They realized what was happening—and ran over there themselves. And then what?

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Her ears turned red instantly.

Li Jingcheng looked at her and felt only her softness.

This child clearly came here on his own, but now he doesn't know what to say.

"What's wrong, Nan-chan?" he asked, his tone casual as if chatting with a friend. "Why are you running so fast?"

Southern-style sauce.

The way he said that title felt completely different from how he called it at the fan meeting.

Mina's ears turned even redder.

"I...I..." She opened her mouth, but still didn't know what to say.

Li Jingcheng, worried that Inan might be in a hurry, took the initiative to steer the conversation, "We're planning to try some Japanese food nearby, any recommendations, Minami-chan?"

She wanted to say yes, to say she knew where to eat, to say more, and to stay a little longer.

But she really didn't know this place and had no idea where to find good food.

"I...I..." She lowered her head, her fingers clutching the hem of her skirt. "Actually, this is my first time here too..."

The sound grew fainter and fainter until it was almost inaudible.

Just then, a woman's voice came from behind.

"There's a ramen shop nearby that's pretty good."

Mina's mother came over.

She looked to be in her early forties, but she was very well-maintained and had a gentle demeanor. She wore a dark blue trench coat and her hair was pulled back. Her eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to Mina's, and she must have been a beauty in her youth.

She walked over to her daughter, bowed slightly, and said, "I'm sorry, this child is being too presumptuous."

"Not at all," Li Jingcheng smiled, then turned to her, "Thank you for the recommendation, Auntie. Could you please show me the way to that ramen shop?"

Mina's mother gave her a general direction.

Li Jingcheng nodded, then glanced at Mina one last time.

She stood there, head down, her ears still red, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

He smiled.

"Nan-chan, and Auntie," he asked, seemingly politely, "would you like to come along?"

But Mina realized—he wasn't just being polite; he was genuinely inviting her.

Her eyes lit up immediately.

"Is it...is it okay?" She looked up at Li Jingcheng, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"sure."

Minami turned to look at her mother.

The mother looked at the smile on her daughter's face—a smile of happiness and anticipation.

She didn't answer immediately, but instead gave Li Jingcheng a careful look.

She had seen this man from the audience at a fan meeting, across the stage. At that time, she only thought he was good-looking, a good actor, and spoke politely; he was an artist without any flaws.

But now, on an ordinary street without any stage filters, she is seeing him up close for the first time.

She nodded to herself.

No wonder his daughter likes him so much.

"Then I'll have to bother you." Mina's mother bowed slightly and replied politely.

Luo Yonghao stood behind and saw everything.

He frowned slightly as he watched Li Jingcheng and Ming Jingnan talking from behind.

This guy's attitude towards this girl... isn't it a little too enthusiastic?

She already interacts with fans a lot, and now she's proactively inviting them to dinner, and it's not just a polite gesture.

He had an indescribable feeling in his heart—not worry, but... vigilance.

But then he thought about it again.

With myself present and the other party's parents also present, I'm not afraid of rumors.

Moreover, this incident is beneficial to Lee Kyung-sung's career in Japan. If he is photographed eating ramen with fans, it can actually help him cultivate a friendly and fan-loving image, leaving a good impression on his Japanese fans.

He took one last look at Li Jingcheng.

Forget it.

There are some things he can manage, and some things he can't. He can't stop this guy from doing what he wants.

As long as he doesn't go too far, let him be.