The leisurely peninsula life of a max-level striker

At this moment, the people walking outside the door stopped.

The beam of the flashlight swung erratically across the door, and the faint sound of raindrops pounding against the umbrella could be heard.

"Hey bro, there seems to be a door here. No sign, looks like an abandoned warehouse?" A young man's voice came through the crack in the door.

"Nonsense, this is a back alley in Itaewon, many shops are like this. Go, push it open and take a look!" another gruff voice commanded.

Shirley shuddered in fright. Like a startled rabbit, she scrambled away from the door and scrambled to the side of the bar, crouching in the shadows.

She desperately covered her mouth with both hands, afraid of making even the slightest sound. Her beautiful eyes were filled with despair as she looked pleadingly at Lee Ji-hoon, who stood behind the bar.

As an idol currently in the spotlight, if she were photographed by these shameless paparazzi in the middle of a torrential downpour, looking disheveled and alone in an unknown bar, she could easily guess the headlines on the entertainment sections tomorrow.

Those bloodthirsty keyboard warriors would use the most vicious words to tear her to shreds again. Facing the crisis outside the door and Shirley's pleading eyes, Li Chixun calmly took out a square block of ice from the freezer behind him and placed it on a brass tray.

Then, he picked up a custom-made Japanese ice pick and rhythmically and rapidly chiseled at the ice.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Ice shards flew everywhere. In less than thirty seconds, a smooth, round ice ball that refracted a mesmerizing luster appeared in his hand.

He placed the ice ball into the crystal glass, picked up a bottle of Scotch Highland single malt whisky with tongs, poured in two-thirds of it, then added a little bit of Toling Brand liqueur, and finally stirred it gently with a bar spoon.

The crisp sound seemed out of place in this tense atmosphere.

"What are you doing?" Shirley asked in a low voice, her child almost crying with worry. She simply couldn't understand this man's thought process; the people outside were about to break down the door, and he was still in the mood to mix drinks!

"This drink is called Rusty Nail." Li Chixun pushed the prepared drink to the edge of the bar, looking at Shirley who was squatting on the ground. "The honey sweetness of Dulinbiao can neutralize the strength of whiskey, making it very suitable for soothing people with neurasthenia."

"Madman..." Shirley bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed Lee Chi-hoon's suit trouser leg tightly, her voice trembling violently, "Please, don't make a sound. They'll leave if they can't find him..."

Li Chixun lowered his head and looked at the hands that were white from the exertion. He said helplessly, "Let go first, can't you see you've soaked my pants?"

Shirley was stunned. In all her life, ever since she debuted as a child star, everyone around her had either fawned over her or been very demanding. Never before had a man, when faced with her pitiful plea for help, had his first reaction be to be concerned about his pants.

Just then, the person outside seemed to lose patience.

"Bang bang bang!"

The rude knocking shook the dust off the door frame, which hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

"Is anyone inside? Open the door! We saw something run in, is it a stray cat?" The paparazzi outside were clearly trying to find an excuse to probe.

Sherry was so frightened that she let go of his hand and curled up into a ball.

Lee Chi-hoon sighed softly. He ignored Sherry on the ground and walked to the bar, reaching out to press a hidden switch on the wall.

A wooden board above the bar was flipped over, revealing a nine-grid monitoring screen.

The screen clearly showed the scene outside the door: three men wearing raincoats and telephoto cameras around their necks were standing outside the door, one of whom was pushing the door open forcefully.

Although the store has no sign, its security system was installed by a top-tier private security company in the United States.

Lee Chi-hoon stared at the screen, preparing to warn them through the loudspeaker outside the door. But just as his gaze swept over the television screen hanging on the wall, something unexpected happened.

On the television screen, the replay cut to the post-match celebration. The camera gave Lee Ji-hoon a three-second close-up. His handsome face, a blend of Eastern and Western features, stood out strikingly under the high-definition lens.

Looking at himself on TV, a thought that had been entangled with him for a long time in his past and present lives subconsciously flashed through Lee Chi-hoon's mind:

"If this body with top-tier genes could be completely under my control, like playing a game, instead of being subject to fluctuations in performance and the coach's tactical preferences as it is now..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Buzz—"

A sudden roar came from the depths of Li Chixun's brain, and then, without warning, a semi-transparent green light screen appeared in his vision.

The light screen has a high-tech feel, and the edges even have a texture similar to grass.

Rows of fluorescent green characters flashed rapidly on the light screen:

[Host's core needs detected...]

[Environmental conditions are met (out of the off-season quiet period)...]

[FIFA Green Field System is now officially activated...]

[Scanning host's current bodily functions and real-world data... Scan complete.]

Li Chixun closed his eyes and rubbed his temples hard. He thought it was because he had drunk too much of that Macallan bottle last night, causing him to hallucinate.

But when he opened his eyes again, the green light screen was still clearly suspended in front of his line of sight, and the information on the screen had been fully displayed:

[Host: Lee Chi-hoon (Leon)]

Current age: 20 years old

[Team: Bayern Munich]

[Current overall ability rating: 76 (Rating: Beginner level of main core player. Can play as a starter for a strong team in the top five leagues, but can only serve as a substitute in top clubs)]

[Core Attribute Panel:]

Speed: 82

Shots: 71

Passes: 73

Dribbling: 79

Defense: 45

Physique: 74

[Current Status: Mild fatigue during the off-season (performance of various attributes slightly decreased)]

Available free attribute points: 0

[Legendary Skills Library: Not Yet Locked]

Li Chixun's pupils contracted slightly.

His experience of living two lives gave him a stronger heart than most. He didn't cry out in surprise, but quickly compared the suddenly appearing panel with his current situation. His overall ability score of 76 objectively reflected his current status at Bayern Munich—not the best, but not the worst either.

Those six core attributes precisely quantify his technical characteristics: he has good explosiveness and dribbling skills, but his key techniques such as shooting and passing are not yet consistent.

"System?" he murmured to himself.

There was no cold, mechanical response; only a small gear icon appeared in the lower right corner of the screen, displaying: "[This system adheres to the laws of real-world physics and never provides creations out of thin air. Ability improvements must be achieved by acquiring attribute points through post-match ratings in real competitions.]"

This is quite interesting. It's not one of those rogue software programs that forcibly assigns and eliminates tasks, but rather a support tool that provides gradual, consistent feedback on effort and hard work.

For Lee Ji-hoon, who desperately craves a sense of "control," this kind of thing, which is guaranteed to be reliable as long as the numbers are accurate, is even more reliable than the offshore funds under his father's name.

"Bang bang bang!"

The banging on the door became more violent, pulling Li Chixun back to reality from his brief reverie.

"Damn it! There's definitely someone inside! I see the lights! Open the door now, or we'll call the police and say there's illegal activity inside!" The lead paparazzi was clearly frantic. In the Korean entertainment industry, these paparazzi will use any underhanded method to get a juicy story.

Sherry, hiding under the bar, was utterly desperate. She buried her face in her knees, clutching her head in her hands, and dared not look up again.

Li Chixun glanced at the fading green light screen in the corner of his vision and exhaled. He felt that with the activation of the system, his body seemed to have gained a strange sensation, as if his control over his muscles had become more effortless.

He then stopped paying attention to Choi Sulli and only thought about dealing with the trouble outside the door as soon as possible so he could study his cheat ability.

Standing at the door, he grasped the doorknob and, with a "click," unlocked the door.