Peninsula: Starting with Hijacking Yoona

93, Thoughts

Lee Kyung-sung walked in front, with Mina beside him, less than half a step apart. Na Yong-ho and Mina's mother walked behind, maintaining a comfortable distance.

Mina walked with her head down for a while, then couldn't help but secretly turn her head to look at Lee Kyung-sung's profile.

The streetlights cast their light on his face, dividing his features into light and shadow. His brow bones were high, and his nose was straight, appearing as if it had been cut with a single stroke from the side. His eyelashes weren't long, but they were thick and drooped slightly, casting a small shadow under his eyes.

She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice her pace slowing down.

"What's wrong?"

Li Jingcheng suddenly smiled and spoke, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

Mina was stunned, and her ears turned red instantly.

"I...I didn't..."

She opened her mouth, her little face flushed.

Li Jingcheng glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Nan-chan, have you studied ballet?"

Mina was taken aback. "How did Keisei-san know that?"

"Your demeanor," Li Jingcheng said, "and the way you walk is different from others."

Mina looked down at her own steps.

Her feet are slightly pigeon-toed; she's been like that since she was little. Her ballet teacher mentioned it when she was learning ballet, but she couldn't quite correct it.

"I... I'm a little pigeon-toed," she said softly, a hint of embarrassment in her voice, "It doesn't look very good..."

"Nope."

Li Jingcheng spoke casually, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"Quite cute."

Minami was stunned.

She looked up at him, thinking he was joking, but his expression was serious, not like he was teasing her.

"Jing, Jing Cheng Sang..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Really," Li Jingcheng smiled, "Don't worry about those things."

Mina lowered her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, but she held it back.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

"Jingcheng-san... how can I tell you've studied ballet?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"I could tell just by looking at you," Li Jingcheng thought for a moment, "your posture, your demeanor, the feeling you gave me."

Mina bit her lip, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her—not shyness, but the kind of happiness that comes from being noticed.

"I've been learning since I was little," she said softly, "about... ten years."

"That's impressive."

"No, no," Mina quickly shook her head, "I just...like it."

When she said "I like it," her voice was soft, but her eyes were bright, truly revealing her genuine affection.

Li Jingcheng glanced at her and smiled.

Mina's steps became much lighter, but her heart was still beating very fast.

Not long after I walked, I heard a series of hurried footsteps behind me.

"Jingcheng-san!"

Several girls caught up from behind, holding fan meeting banners. When they saw Li Jingcheng, their eyes lit up.

"It really is you!"

"Where are you headed?"

Lee Kyung-sung glanced at Luo Yong-ho. Luo Yong-ho nodded slightly and smiled, "We're going to try some Japanese food."

Several girls followed excitedly, chattering away. One of them suddenly noticed Mina.

"Ah, you are...?"

She recognized her—it was the girl she had interacted with at the fan meeting earlier.

"Hello," Mina said with a slight bow.

"You're so lucky," the girl said with a smile. "And do you know Jing Cheng-san? What's your relationship?"

Mina smiled but didn't say anything.

After walking a while longer, they encountered several more groups of fans. They were all coming from a fan meeting, and when they saw Li Jingcheng, they all followed him.

The team grew longer and longer, from the initial five or six people to more than twenty.

Luo Yonghao walked behind, looking at the dense crowd in front of him, and began to do some mental calculations.

This will definitely be exposed today.

With so many people following, someone will inevitably take photos and post them online. He can even imagine tomorrow's news headline—"Lee Kyung-sung tours Tokyo with fans after fan meeting in Japan."

Fortunately, it's alright.

He was present, as was Mina's mother; they weren't afraid of rumors.

Just as expected,

It can establish a friendly and fan-loving image in the hearts of Japanese fans.

He glanced at Lee Kyung-sung, who was walking ahead chatting with Mina, and shook his head slightly.

The ramen shop wasn't far; it took about ten minutes to walk there.

It's a small shop tucked away in an alley, with a small storefront. The owner is a man in his fifties, his apron neatly tied. He greets Mina's mother with a smile.

"Why did you come here today?"

"Bring your friends to try it," Mina's mother said with a smile.

The boss glanced at Li Jingcheng, then at the group of people around him, paused for a moment, but didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded.

"Please come in."

The shop was small, with only a few tables. The four of them sat down, and Mina naturally sat next to Lee Kyung-sung.

The owner brought over four glasses of water and glanced at the fans who had followed—the others who hadn't managed to get a seat. They were standing outside the store, not coming in, but just taking photos with their phones.

Li Jingcheng noticed it.

"Brother Yong-ho," he lowered his voice, "buy some drinks for those fans outside."

Luo Yonghao glanced at him, then nodded, stood up, walked out of the store, and said a few words to the fans. The girls shook their heads, saying no thanks, but eventually accepted the drinks and also settled the bill for the four of them's ramen.

"Thanks!"

"Li Jingcheng is so gentle..."

When Luo Yonghao returned, he glanced at Li Jingcheng without saying a word, but his eyes conveyed a sense of "you're here again."

Li Jingcheng smiled but didn't say anything.

The ramen was served piping hot.

The broth has a rich pork bone flavor, the noodles are thin yet chewy, the char siu is a perfect balance of lean and fatty meat, and the soft-boiled egg has a runny yolk that oozes out with every bite.

"Jingcheng-san, try it quickly." Mina looked at him with bright eyes.

Li Jingcheng picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, ate it, and nodded. "Not bad."

Mina smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

She also took a bite, but her attention was entirely on Li Jingcheng. He ate very gracefully, slowly and elegantly. The way his Adam's apple moved made her heart race a little.

Mina quickly lowered her head, pretending to focus on eating her noodles.

Mina's mother sat opposite her, watching her daughter's expression, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if she wanted to laugh.

This child truly likes this person.

She glanced at Li Jingcheng and started a conversation, saying, "Li Jingcheng-san's Japanese is really good."

"Thank you, Auntie," Li Jingcheng put down his chopsticks. "I learned a little bit before."

"Not just a little, is it?" Mom said with a smile. "Your pronunciation is very standard; it sounds like you've lived in Japan."

Li Jingcheng smiled but offered no explanation.

While eating noodles, fans kept passing by outside. When they saw Li Jingcheng in the store, they would stand at the door and look around. Some of the fans were quite rational.

It was 4:24 PM when I finished eating the noodles and came out.

The fans were still waiting outside. When they saw Li Jingcheng come out, they all looked over with bright eyes.

Li Jingcheng walked up to them and waved goodbye.

"Thank you everyone for accompanying me today. Go home and rest early, and be careful."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Li Jingcheng!"

"We will always support you!"

"I'll come to Japan again next time!"

Lee Kyung-sung smiled, waved, and said goodbye to the two people beside him, "Nan-chan, Auntie, see you next time."

Then he and Luo Yonghao turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Minami stood there, watching Lee Kyung-sung's retreating figure.

"Mother."

"Um?"

"Doesn't JYP have a branch in Japan now?"

The mother shifted her gaze from his back and looked down at her daughter.

I want to give it a try.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"We'll talk about it when we get back," said Mina's mother in her usual tone.

There was neither agreement nor refusal.

Mina didn't say anything more. She lowered her head, looked at the photo in her hand, and gripped it even tighter.