Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 8 The Fourth Generation Goddess Descends from Heaven

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[Random reward system triggered.]

[Congratulations, host, you have received: a robot vacuum cleaner.]

Liu Zimu was looking at the share certificate in his hand when he suddenly heard the system beep again.

He stood up excitedly, but after hearing this, he slumped back down.

That robot was no different from any other robot, but it was better than nothing.

Looking at the noisy recording crew next door, he stretched and walked back into the shop.

"Xiao Qiutian, aren't you a trainee? Why don't you dance or sing for the club president sometime?"

Jin Qiutian looked at his lazy demeanor and said, "No, I won't show it to you, you scumbag!"

Liu Zimu pointed to himself: "How am I a scumbag?"

Jin Qiutian said indignantly, "Even though Choi Sulli is pursuing you, you still keep talking about Im Yoon-ah, Bae Joo-hyun, Bae Suzy, Park Ji-yeon..."

Liu Zimu ruffled her hair: "Little Qiutian, your club president is getting old and just likes to look at pretty female celebrities of similar looks, is that wrong?"

Jin Qiutian slapped his hand away: "Then why are you secretly following Son Ye-jin and Park Chae-young? They're not from the same generation as you!"

"That's because your company president has a wide range of interests and likes a broad selection of celebrities!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhenghua and Li Zhenxi began to chuckle.

"There are so many female celebrities from your China, and they're all so beautiful!"

"That's because your club president is patriotic!"

"Hmph, you're a pervert! Luckily I'm so much younger than you, otherwise you would definitely bully me!"

Liu Zimu felt his authority as club president was being challenged, so he roughly ruffled her hair: "Xiao Qiutian, don't worry, you have nothing here, so I'm not interested. I think you're just too idle. Go wash that cup."

"I've washed myself clean!" Jin Qiutian puffed out her chest, looking smug.

"Then wash it again!"

"Ugh! You scumbag, you're so awful!"

The door was pushed open, and the wind chimes rang.

Liu Zimu looked up and subconsciously said, "Welcome."

The woman who entered was wearing a beige trench coat and a black mask, revealing only her eyes.

Those eyes had a certain allure.

She walked to the bar, her voice coming from behind her mask, sounding a little muffled: "Two iced Americanos, to go."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Liu Zimu turned around to get a cup, humming softly along with the song playing in the coffee shop as he ground the beans.

He hummed many parts incorrectly because he had indeed heard very few Peninsula songs.

Jin Qiutian was wiping the table when she suddenly said, "Oppa, is that Red Velvet's 'Bad Boy' you're humming? You've got so many mistakes, can you please stop singing?"

Liu Zimu was taken aback for a moment: "Really? I've only listened to it a few times. Then let's change to a song I'm familiar with, 'Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty,' a song from my great China."

Jin Qiutian gave him a big eye roll.

When the woman heard Jin Qiutian's words and listened to the songs playing in the coffee shop, her eyes flickered with emotion.

She looked at Liu Zimu and asked politely, "Are you also a Red Velvet fan?"

Liu Zimu didn't stop working and casually replied, "Yeah, I'm a fan of Bae Joo-hyun."

After saying that, I felt a little shameless.

Is it appropriate for someone in their late twenties to say such a thing?

When the woman heard the word "cabbage," her eyes crinkled into a smile.

Liu Zimu didn't see it, filled the two cups of coffee, and placed them on the bar.

The woman paid, took the coffee, turned around, took a couple of steps, and then stopped.

"Excuse me, what kind of program are they filming over there?"

Jin Qiutian immediately raised her hand to answer: "It's during the recording of Choi Sulli's 'Jinri Shop'."

The woman smiled, then pushed open the door and went out.

A black van was parked on the side of the road outside the door.

The woman walked to the car and knocked on the window.

The car window rolled down, revealing another beautiful woman wearing a baseball cap.

The two of them actually turned back towards the coffee shop together.

Jin Qiutian had just finished wiping the table when she stood by the bar and glanced outside. Suddenly, her eyes widened.

"Zi Mu Oppa, Zi Mu Oppa!" she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.

"What's wrong?"

"That person! She looks like..."

The door was pushed open again.

The two women came in and sat down in a corner by the window.

Jin Qiutian's words stuck in her throat, unspoken.

She glanced back at Liu Zimu, her eyes conveying the message: You didn't recognize me?

Liu Zimu frowned.

He recognized him.

No, he dared not admit it.

How could that be?

The woman who came in after me looked somewhat familiar.

"In the fall, let's see what your president's crazy moves are like." He lowered his voice.

Jin Qiutian glanced at him questioningly, then quickly carried the water over and placed it on the table, her voice excited: "Please...please enjoy."

Liu Zimu looked at her speechlessly.

She went back behind the bar, grabbed Liu Zimu's sleeve, and whispered, "Oppa, they really are Bae Joo-hyun and Park Soo-young!"

Liu Zimu's heart skipped a beat.

Is it really Bae Joo-hyun?

He just told Park Soo-young that he was a fan of someone, didn't he?

And they even called others cabbages.

Liu Zimu took a deep breath, walked out from behind the bar, and carried the two cups of cappuccino that had already been made.

Do not!

Wait!

Didn't they just buy two cups?

He glanced at the table and saw that the woman in the baseball cap was indeed holding an iced Americano.

So what is he giving away now?

How could I be so stupid?

Oh well, it's already served.

He walked to the table in the corner and placed two cappuccinos on it: "Please enjoy."

Then he glanced at the woman.

She is taking off her mask.

She is taking off her mask.

Liu Zimu's heart suddenly started beating very fast, so fast that he could hear the sound of blood flowing in his ears.

The mask has been taken off.

It really is Bae Joo-hyun.

It was the same face he had seen countless times before, staring at the screen in his rented room before he transmigrated.

I've finally met him in person!

She was sitting right in front of him, less than a meter away.

Forgive my excited heart and trembling hands as a longtime fan.

She was wearing a black leather jacket over a turtleneck sweater, her hair was loose, and her makeup was very light, but her features were unreasonably exquisite.

Liu Zimu opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Forget it, calm down.

Bae Joo-hyun smiled at him: "We already have coffee, how about a cappuccino?"

"It's alright, I just gave this... Park Soo-young..."

Jin Qiutian whispered a reminder: "Park Soo-young sunbaenim."

Liu Zimu chuckled, of course he knew her name was Park Soo-young.

I was just too excited.

"Great! I told Park Soo-young I'm a fan, so consider this my treat!"

"Thank you." Bae Joo-hyun pulled back the disgruntled Park Soo-young and then spoke.

Her voice is really cool and clear, but it's very pleasant to listen to.

Liu Zimu snapped out of his daze, nodded, and turned to walk back.

After taking a couple of steps, I couldn't help but look back.

The two were talking quietly.

But all he could think about was Bae Joo-hyun thanking him just now.

It’s over.

He seemed to have really been hit.

Bae Joo-hyun is Bae Joo-hyun; she gives him a completely different feeling than Choi Sulli.

If Sulli is a ball of demonic fire, then Joo-hyun is a block of ice.

A piece of ice so exquisite it seemed otherworldly.

Liu Zimu went back behind the bar and smiled.

They seemed much calmer.

After all, seeing my idol is enough.

"Oppa, you were so lame just now." Jin Qiutian looked at him with a worried expression.

"What does a little girl like you know?" He picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip. "Your boss is just a bit hot."

Jin Qiu glanced at Bae Joo-hyun in the corner, then at Liu Zimu.

She suddenly felt that the coffee shop was a bit too crowded today.

"Oppa, are you sure you don't want to go up and ask for an autograph?"

Liu Zimu immediately became coy: "Asking for an autograph is something a high-quality man like me would do! Xiao Qiutian, you go and get it for me!"

"Besides, it's just seeing an idol I used to like, it's no big deal."

Jin Qiutian slapped him on the shoulder speechlessly: "It's not what you wanted, you're not sincere!"

"Forget it..."

"real?"

"Little Autumn, go get my notebook!"

Jin Qiutian was even more speechless; her own president was not being honest with himself!

Liu Zimu took the notebook and was about to walk over.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the door, and then Choi Sulli burst in.

They stood between him and Bae Joo-hyun!