[Quick Transmigration] Reverse strategy

Wu Shixun's reaction made Bian Boxian feel strange, but he repeated it again.

"I said, she is your sister-in-law."

"sister in law?"

Wu Shixun seemed to have heard something unreasonable, and smiled lightly: "Brother, you mean, are you dating her?"

Bian Boxian let out a "huh".

"Still dating... do you know her name?"

"Pei Youli."

"..."

Wu Shixun's smile froze on his face.

"Brother, do you have a memory?"

"What's the mess?"

"I asked Brother Kyungsoo and Brother Junmian, they don't remember Xiaoli anymore, I thought you too..."

"How could I not remember her."

"Brother, you still helped me make food for her!"

"Wu Shixun, you have to be careful when joking around," Bian Boxian was a little annoyed, "Pei Youli is your sister-in-law."

"..." Wu Shixun blinked, "I have witnesses."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and opened kakaotalk.

【Jiang Seulki: If it was just a dream, it is impossible for the members to have the same dream as me. 】

【Shixun: But, she did not make her debut, and she doesn't know where she is. 】

【Jiang Seqi: Senior, if you have any news about Youli, please contact me. 】

[Shi Xun: Good. 】

Bian Boxian stared at the chat record, his mind was in chaos.

"Shiqi...knows Youli?"

"Not only Seqi, but Irene, Wendy, Joy and Yilin all know Xiaoli." Wu Shixun's tone was full of confidence that the facts were confirmed, "Because Xiaoli used to be a member of redvelvet."

Bian Boxian stroked his forehead.

where?

Pei Youli is an idol?What about the police?

The two stayed in place for too long, but because the night was too late, no other cars passed by, and no one complained about them occupying the road.

It wasn't until another green light came on that Wu Shixun reacted and stepped on the accelerator again.

At this time, Pei Youli had long since disappeared.

"Brother is all to blame. If you hadn't said those irrelevant things just now, I would have gotten out of the car and stopped her."

Bian Boxian's temples jumped up.

"Shi Xun..."

He didn't know how to tell his brother that their girlfriends were the same person.

And, is he alone?

If it's a person, why is it idol in Sehun's memory?

"Put the car on the side of the road first, let me tell you one thing, you have to calm down."

The next ten minutes were the longest ten minutes Wu Shixun spent.

The things Bian Boxian said, such as arrests, anti-drugs, and saving lives... are like plots that only appear in TV dramas.

But the Pei Youli he described, except that he was a little tougher, his habits were almost exactly the same as the one he knew.

"Brother, could it be that you met Xiaoli somewhere, and then did...do..." Wu Shixun gave another possibility.

dream?

Bian Boxian looked at him speechlessly.

"Why aren't you dreaming?"

"I have witnesses." Wu Shixun reiterated again.

Bian Boxian choked up, but couldn't find the words to fight back.

"If what brother said is true, then why didn't you go to church, and didn't you have that man in the police station?"

"But after redvelvet joined Jin Yilin, he never added another person. This year is 2019. According to your description, it is not correct."

The two were silent at the same time.

After a long while, Bian Boxian spoke again: "Do you think it's possible...the past life or the present life?"

"It's possible," Wu Shixun thought carefully, "Then my brother and I, who is the first life?"

"Of course it's me." Bian Boxian vowed.

"..."

"Yeah, where are you going?"

"Everything that needs to be done has been done."

"What?" These words made Bian Boxian, who was still trying to restrain himself, straighten up instantly, "Wu Shixuan, you are really crazy, Pei Youli is your sister-in-law!"

"Heh," Wu Shixun held the steering wheel, "What kind of sister-in-law, she is obviously your younger brother and sister."

Bian Boxian:? ? ?

The irritability that had been suppressed suddenly surged up, he stared at the maknae's side face for a few seconds, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

The tree on the side of the road was inexplicably kicked.

After a while, realizing that this was his own car, Bian Boxian yanked open the driver's door.

"come out."

Wu Shixun didn't scribble too much, and got up immediately.

The Audi car roared and disappeared into the dark night.

Seeing his brother leave him behind, Wu Shixun didn't complain, just lowered his eyes and walked alone by the side of the road.

Obviously it is his lychee.

He repeated stubbornly in his heart.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching vehicles changed from far to near, and Bian Boxian came back again.

"Come up."

Let it go down, let it go up, let it go up.

He is so easy to talk to?

Wu Shixun pretended not to hear.

Bian Boxian grasped the steering wheel: "I'll say it again, come up."

Wu Shixun didn't even turn his head, and continued to walk forward.

"Wu Shixuan, you—"

"How can I get up if you don't stop?"

Bian Poxian: ...

The air conditioner was on in the car, and the windows were closed, so it was very quiet.

"Do you have Xiaoli's contact information?"

"Don't try to contact her again."

"I want to ask things clearly, do you have any?"

"……No."

"?useless."

"Wu Shixun, can you use honorifics?"

"No."

Bian Bo smiled virtuously.

He really wanted to kick the kid down again.

"What if there is no contact information?"

"She will come to the orphanage just now."

If he can catch her once, he will definitely be able to catch her a second time.

but……

Is it really just him and Sehun?

Bian Boxian looked at the road in the distance, his eyes gradually darkened.

Bian Boxian's status as an artist is inconvenient, and Pei Youli went to visit the orphanage right after he was discharged from the hospital for no valid reason, so the two bumped into each other at night.

After returning home, Pei Youli exercised regularly under the supervision of Han Xishan for several days.

By the way, think about how to convince her to take herself there to get change.

The opportunity came.

Seeing that Pei Youli was recovering well, Pei Jingcheng took her to see the principal of Modern High School.

He originally wanted his daughter to start from the second year of high school, but the unexpected score of the test made him dismiss this idea.

"The grades are good. Qianjin must have been a good student before she got sick."

Pei Jingcheng is a professor of the Chinese Department of Seoul National University, and has friendship with many university and high school teachers.

"She was okay before, but she hasn't forgotten what she has learned in the past three years." Pei Jingcheng patted the knee of Pei Youli who was sitting obediently beside her, still feeling incredible.

"Gene, gene, where can your child go?"

The principal's polite words made Pei Jingcheng laugh.

"Youli is fine here, I will assign her to the best class."

"However, if you want to take the college entrance examination in November, you have to prepare quickly. Not to mention other schools, the children in our school are working very hard."

Pei Jingcheng nodded in agreement.

South Korea's college entrance examination is highly competitive. In order to get their children into a good university, parents are frantically enrolling in cram schools.

"Youli, Dad has prepared a few teachers for you. Let's see whose class you want to take?"

"Korean should be fine. We choose Chinese as the second foreign language."

"Mathematics, social sciences, and English, do you need a tutor?"

"It's not easy to ask for a tutor at this time. Dad knows a few."

"You do a few extracurricular activities occasionally. You don't need to consider the application materials for Seoul National University. Dad can help you."

……

Pei Youli has never felt so relieved to be admitted to university, and it feels good to have parents.

She just needs to be responsible for studying.

"But one thing, you have to tell Dad, what major do you want to go to?"

"I...I still want to sing."

Pei Jingcheng's hand stroking Pei Youli's hair froze, and it took him a while to say firmly: "It's impossible to be an idol."

He seemed to feel that the tone was too blunt, and he patiently explained: "Idol is too tired, and may not develop in the future, and... is easily injured."

Pei Youli understood why Pei Jingcheng objected so much.

"Dad really doesn't have the courage to see you lying on the hospital bed again."

Pei Youli had a sore nose: "I don't want to be an idol... Is it okay to be a simple singer? If it really doesn't work, I'll think about other things."

Pei Jingcheng was silent for a long time, and did not deny it directly: "You let Dad think about it? Huh?"

Pei Youli nodded.

The next day, she went to school with her schoolbag on her back.

Pei Youli is older than her classmates in the same grade, and she joined halfway, so almost no one interacts with her.

Except her tablemate Han Xiangmei.

Han Xiangmei is good-looking, he only likes short hair, and he has a bit of a carefree temper.

She was sleeping almost in class, but her grades were not bad.

At first, thinking that Pei Youli was the type of good girl who concentrated on studying, Han Xiangmei didn't take the initiative to talk to her too much.

However, an unexpected incident completely changed her view of this sister.

During the class break, Pei Youli was called away by the teacher, and Han Xiangmei could clearly hear the boys in the back seat talking about her unscrupulously.

The content is the color of the panties.

"Yeah, how about putting glue on the stool? Get up like this, tear—"

"Hahahahaha."

"Will she cry?"

"Aren't we going a little too far?"

Even so, the boys laughed without any apologies.

This is an excellent class, except for the humble academic masters who study hard, and the wealthy children who are ignorant and incapable of learning.

Of course, there are also degenerate poor and self-disciplined elites.

The girls in the same class cast disgusted looks at several people, but no one stepped forward to make trouble to stop them.

When she came back from the last bathroom, Han Xiangmei saw a puddle of glue dripping from Pei Youli's chair.

She frowned and took out a tissue to help dry her.

Coincidentally, Pei Youli came back from the office with a book in her arms.

"It's not me, it's..." Han Xiangmei felt that the current scene was easily misunderstood, so she waved her hand to explain.

After staying in the class for more than a month, Pei Youli has almost figured out everyone's temperament, and she can tell who did it by looking at the direction of her eyes.

"Thank you, Xiangmi."

The glue has been placed for a while, and the bottom is sticky and hard, and there is no way to dry it completely without special treatment.

The teacher came in quickly again, and Pei Youli could only lay down a few layers of thick draft paper.

Han Xiangmei lay on the table and glanced at the girl beside her out of the corner of her eye.

She is white, thin, and fragile, so she probably won't resist when encountering such a thing.

Han Xiangmei couldn't help feeling a little pity in her heart.

However, she was completely wrong.

The next day, when I came back from physical education class, the school uniforms that the boys randomly put on the table were glued firmly to the table.

They were also painted with the "pinch hand" gesture that most challenged their self-esteem.

Although they reported the matter to the teacher, after knowing the cause and effect, the teacher only taught a few words symbolically and did not impose any punishment.

The boys wanted to scare Pei Youli in private, but it didn't work at all.

When she raised her eyes, she was beautiful and cold, and she didn't buy it.

There is no chance outside the school. Han Xishan picks up and drops off on time and is never late.

More people kept Pei Youli at arm's length, only Han Xiangmei had a much closer attitude.

The soft-looking beauty is actually very temperamental, she is more interested, okay?

The two became friends.

"Little Lizhi, where did you go for those hours of public welfare activities?"

She is obviously younger than her, but after getting to know her well, Han Xiangmei likes to call her that.

"Longshan Orphanage." Pei Youli packed the books.

"Longshan?" Han Xiangmei didn't seem to expect that she would choose Longshan.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Han Xiangmei followed behind Pei Youli: "Well... I will accompany you to Longshan next weekend, how about you going out with me this week?"

"Okay," Pei Youli agreed briskly, thinking it was a simple entertainment, "What day is it? What time is it? Where is the location?"

Han Xiangmei answered irrelevantly: "You don't know how long I begged my father to get me the admission qualification."

Pei Youli smiled: "A very popular event?"

"Well, it's super hot!" Han Xiangmei nodded, "My son's meeting."

son?meeting?She chases stars?

Pei Youli had an ominous premonition: "Your son is..."

"Superm Lee Mark!" Han Sangmi held her schoolbag proudly, "It's also from NCT, but we went to Superm's meeting on the weekend."

superm?

Bian Boxian, Li Tairong, Li Mark.

Pei Youli's eyes darkened.