Peninsula: Who taught him to make that connection?!

Chapter 1 begins

If I may ask, buddy, have you ever been in a relationship?

……

As a graduate of Seoul National University, Kang Tang should be enjoying her vacation, but instead she is worrying about her future.

On the computer screen, the document's title read: "A Romance Script? Even a dog wouldn't write one!"

Okay, he's going to write.

It all started when Na Young-seok, a PD who rose to fame at tvN and was a close friend of my mother, inadvertently revealed some information—

tvN will be holding a script recruitment event for "youth romance" in April, which is a golden opportunity for any young person who dreams of becoming a screenwriter.

Of course, Luo Yingshi didn't give him a special favor.

He simply said calmly, "Xiao Jiang, write it down first."

So Jiang Tang sat down here.

One hour.

Five hours.

Ten hours.

He finally came to the harsh reality.

He can't write about romance.

To be precise, he only writes about "imagined romance".

For example, the male and female protagonists meet on a rainy night, the female protagonist smiles with her head down, the male protagonist's heart races, and the two walk side by side along the Han River.

He knows all of these common scenarios.

But the problem is—

He couldn't write about things that truly moved people.

On the screen, the interaction between the male and female protagonists in the coffee shop felt like Jiang Tang had written 3000 words. The more he watched, the more he felt that the two of them were participating in a university debate.

There was no ambiguity.

There was no pulling or tugging.

It also lacks the kind of urge that makes people know it's dangerous but still can't help but get closer.

Jiang Tang rubbed his hair in frustration, then leaned back in his chair.

"My God, what exactly is love...?"

The door was gently pushed open at that moment, and the mother walked in carrying a plate of cut fruit, a smile on her face.

"Your mom is here."

"Even if you come a few more times, I still can't write it," Jiang Tang said weakly.

The mother placed the fruit on the table, glanced at the computer screen, then at her son's expression, which seemed to be drained by the script, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Didn't you always love reading novels and watching movies? How come a romance novel is so difficult for you?"

Jiang Tang sighed.

"Mom, your son isn't an encyclopedia. There are always some things I'm not good at."

He pointed at the screen, saying earnestly and painfully, "And with love, the most important thing isn't the plot, it's the feeling. But I don't feel anything at all."

The mother paused for a moment, then seemed to have heard something strange.

"You didn't have a single relationship during your college years, did you?"

"Just like your fellow book lovers?"

Jiang Tang could only remain silent.

The mother's gaze became subtle.

Jiang Tang coughed awkwardly, unable to resist explaining, "I was busy studying before, and besides, all those fellow readers are single, what advice could they possibly give me?"

"And now?"

"I'm busy writing a script right now."

His mother looked at him and suddenly said, "Then why don't you take advantage of this time to have a proper relationship?"

Jiang Tang wanted to continue refuting, but he stopped himself from speaking.

Want to fall in love?

His eyes gradually brightened.

Yes.

To write about love, you must first understand love.

He may not have eaten pork, but has he never seen a pig run?

Although eating it myself... no, although talking about it myself is a bit sudden, at least we can study it first.

After seeing her mother off, Jiang Tang immediately opened her browser and began searching for keywords on various forums.

As Jiang Tang read through the posts, his expression gradually changed from serious to doubtful, and then to silent.

Some posts say that boys should take the initiative.

Some posts say that you should never be too proactive.

Some posts say that when a girl says no, she means yes.

Some posts also say that when a girl says no, she means no, and misinterpreting it will lead to serious consequences.

Jiang Tang became increasingly confused as he looked at the screen.

Is love really that complicated?

Just as he was about to close the webpage, the computer screen suddenly flickered.

The next second, a line of light blue text appeared before his eyes.

Do you want to understand the true meaning of love?

【YES / NO】

Jiang Tang's gaze gradually turned strange.

He stared at the words, his first reaction not being fear, but absurdity.

As a seasoned novel enthusiast, he certainly understood what this situation meant.

"In no mood."

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed to "NO".

next second.

The pale blue text flickered slightly.

You chose YES.

Jiang Tang: "?"

"Damn it!"

"I chose NO, right?"

You chose YES.

"Wait, does your system not understand human speech?"

Now, please select the person you wish to bind to from the following items.

Jiang Tang's expression froze.

Immediately afterwards, the space in front of them seemed to be gently stirred by some invisible force.

One by one, the items slowly appeared before his eyes.

Headphones, pendant, sunglasses, mirror, camera, earrings...

Each item seemed to be enveloped in a soft light, suspended in the retina.

Seeing this, Jiang Tang swallowed back the complaints that were on the tip of his tongue.

Fake things can't be this real.

He had never heard of any web virus that could project objects in front of people's eyes and even have a 360-degree floating and rotating effect.

He remained silent for a few seconds before finally accepting the truth.

The system is real.

Although it doesn't really respect me, a handsome guy.

Jiang Tang's gaze swept over the items one by one, and finally, his eyes settled on the headphones.

It was a pair of very ordinary-looking white headphones.

The lines are clean, quiet, and even somewhat lonely.

But for some reason, when Jiang Tang looked at it, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

It sounded like a song coming from a late-night radio station.

Even though they are far apart, they can accurately touch people's hearts.

Jiang Tang extended his hand.

The moment my fingertips touched the earphones, a pale blue light suddenly spread out.

When you get close to her, you'll hear the emotions she doesn't express.

You will gradually take the place that some people have in her life.

Please experience it carefully.

Because a fake romance cannot produce a truly moving story.

Just as Jiang Tang was about to speak, the white headphones in front of him suddenly turned into a beam of light, like countless soft threads, wrapping around his wrists, fingertips, and heart.

Jiang Tang's expression changed.

"etc."

"Is this internship going to involve signing a contract of servitude?"

The system did not respond.

The next second, the lights in the room suddenly stretched out.

Jiang Tang suddenly felt his body lose weight.

It's like falling from a tall building.

It was as if an unseen hand had forcefully pushed him into a memory that didn't belong to him.

Many sounds were ringing in my ears.

The metronome in the practice room.

The girls' suppressed sobs.

The agent's reprimand.

There was also a melody that a girl was humming softly.

Those sounds were very distant.

But it was like a thin thread that, through the long passage of time, entangled Jiang Tang's heart.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Jiang Tang suddenly opened his eyes.

The blinding sunlight shone down from above.

He found himself standing on an unfamiliar street.

The street signs have a strong sense of age, and the pedestrians on the street are dressed differently than in 2014.

Jiang Tang lowered his head.

His clothes had changed.

The original loungewear was gone, replaced by a white T-shirt and jeans.

The dates were clearly displayed on the newspaper rack outside a convenience store next door.

2004 October.

Jiang Tang's pupils contracted slightly.

"No way?"