[Quick Transmigration] Reverse strategy

It was about one o'clock in the middle of the night when Pei Youli arrived at Deliang Island.

Song Jinhao and Li Mark came in the afternoon, and they are already asleep.

The production team lived in the next room, and the lights were still on, probably in a meeting.

Pei Youli walked into the bedroom with rice cakes in her arms as carefully as possible, Jiang Shibin helped her carry the suitcase, and told her, "Post an ins, and go to bed early."

"it is good."

Watching Jiang Shibin walk out of the room, Pei Youli listened carefully, and waited until the footsteps disappeared before closing the door and turning on the phone.

On the way, she received countless calls.

There is Bian Boxian, there is Wu Shixun, and there is Quan Min.

In front of Jiang Shibin, Pei Youli didn't answer any of them, and only replied that he would call later.

"Meow--"

"Shh, be good, mom will give the cat strips to eat."

The sound insulation of the room is not very good, and Pei Youli is worried that it will wake up Song Zhihao and Li Mark.

She rummaged through the suitcase, found food to feed the rice cakes, and took a picture by the way.

After the s feed was uploaded, Pei Youli struggled with the three names in the address book who should call back first.

"Whoever the little rooster chooses, I will choose..."

"Buzz, buzz."

Bian Boxian called first.

Pei Youli was taken aback, and quickly got up to pick it up: "Hello?"

"Have time?" His voice was clear, as if he had been waiting.

"You haven't slept yet?"

"What to sleep? It's still early."

Pei Youli glanced suspiciously at the time on the phone screen, it was about two o'clock.

This is called... still early?

"Aren't you going to show me a demo? Come on."

While in the car, Pei Youli sent a message to Bian Boxian asking what's the matter, he said that the demo of OST was out.

She wanted him to send it first, but he insisted on listening together.

I don't know how to listen together when we are so far apart.

"wait."

Bian Boxian fiddled with it for dozens of seconds before the intermittent sound of music came from the receiver.

From hour to hour, from time to time, from time to time.

"You..." Pei Youli was helpless, "I can't hear the details like this."

"I'll export it later and send it to you again."

"also."

Pei Youli continued to listen attentively.

"Want to sing the last verse together?"

"Yes, chorus."

"Then lower your key, it will sound better."

"Well, otherwise I can't sing you on the high note."

"Senior Boxian, be humble."

Many of EXO's songs are too high to make people despair.

"Girls' natural advantage is not modesty," Bian Boxian turned off the stereo with a chuckle, "How long will you..."Three Meals for Three Hours" be filmed?"

Pei Youli lay back under the quilt again: "Take pictures every few days, intermittently, otherwise the announcements will not be scheduled. In this way, it may be the end of the year."

Bian Boxian said softly, "So long?"

Pei Youli just said "hmm".

"Will you attend the awards at the end of the year?"

"Should be, Brother Shibin mentioned it."

"Which way to go, tell me in advance."

Pei Youli smiled lightly: "Can you still follow?"

"With you..." Bian Boxian paused, "Of course I'll follow."

He had a sweet voice, and his voice was very guzzling. Following the electric current and crawling into his ears, Pei Youli felt that his eardrum was lightly knocked down for a moment.

"Go to bed first, late—"

Before he finished speaking, Pei Youli heard that the door of Bian Boxian's dormitory seemed to be opened.

"Brother, I found a video... Who are you calling?"

"Youli?"

"Foul! Didn't you agree that I will fight first?"

Wu Shixun's milky complaints, one can tell it's him.

"That's your own fault. I saw it as soon as she posted the s." Bian Boxian deliberately provoked, "Ah, I understand. You Li is not your special concern, right?"

"Yes!" Wu Shixun argued.

Bian Boxian didn't care, and said to the receiver: "Look, only I love you the most."

Pei Youli: ...

She opened her mouth, and just about to reply, she heard Wu Shixun's voice amplified a lot: "Don't listen to him."

"Go to sleep, Xiaoli, good night." Bian Boxian immediately hung up the phone.

But Wu Shixun also had a mobile phone, so he called again soon.

"Youli?"

"Ah."

A word of gentleness blocked back the thousands of words Wu Shixun had prepared.

"You...are you sleepy?"

"A bit."

"Oh." It seemed a little disappointed.

"Go ahead, I'll listen."

"I also want to participate in variety shows with you."

He seemed to be going upstairs, but he couldn't pronounce the words clearly, Pei Youli only heard the word "variety".

"what?"

"I said!" Wu Shixuan walked into his room, "I also...want to participate in variety shows with you."

It was this.

Nian Gao climbed onto Pei Youli's bed and was gently kicked off by her: "Try to see if you can come."

"It's not "Three Meals at Three Hours"," Wu Shixun probed, ""The Prisoner Is You."

Pei Youli had heard of this variety show, but hadn't watched it: "Send an invitation to Brother Shibin, and I'll tell him about it."

Hearing her answer, Wu Shixun couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"...Well, really."

Pei Youli seemed to be extra patient tonight.

"Okay, I'll tell the director tomorrow morning," Wu Shixun said happily, "Go to bed quickly, good night."

"Good night."

Go to bed early, and there is another one who didn't answer the phone, how can I go to bed early?

Pei Youli felt that she had a task list invisibly, and if she couldn't finish it, she couldn't rest.

"Are you there?" The call to Quan Min was answered almost instantly.

The background sound on the other end was very noisy, which made his voice a little blurred.

"Well, I just arrived." Pei Youli fiddled with the quilt beside her, "Are you outside?"

Kwon Min didn't answer right away.

"Brother, go out and make a phone call."

"Looking for Little Butterfly?"

"Is Dean leaving?"

"Dean play a little longer, haven't had a few sips yet."

The conversation sounded farther and farther away, mixed with a girl's voice.

"Lichi," this time it was the sound of a lighter, mixed with the cool wind, "is it still there?"

"exist."

Going out to drink again, with the opposite sex around.

Thinking of the day when he pressed herself under him to kiss, Pei Youli became irritable for no reason.

There was no movement on the phone, Quan Min keenly sensed something was wrong: "I'm planning to go home."

"Oh." A calm voice.

Quan Min quickly walked to the side of the road, reached out to hail a taxi: "I'm going home now."

"Are they still waiting for you? What are you doing going back so early? Go ahead and play. I'm going to record a show tomorrow, so go to bed first."

"..."

She heard him laugh out loud, and then, as if choking on the smoke.

"They're all producers, to celebrate my release of a new song."

This explanation didn't calm Pei Youli much.

"Ah," her silence finally made Quan Min realize, "The girl just now is my sister who is several years older than me, and she is already married."

"I didn't ask that." Sounded very self-deprecating.

"Well, you didn't ask." Quan Min's lips became more and more curved, echoing, "I have to explain myself."

"Where's Little Butterfly? About me?"

"Yes," Quan Min explained, "Little Butterfly."

Pei Youli wanted to continue asking, but she heard him continue to say softly: "Flying around every day, it's just a little butterfly that doesn't come home."

"... Are you feeling better?"

"Well, better."

"What do you want me to do tonight?"

"fine."

"Can you just leave like this? If it's all about the producer—"

"They'd rather give me to you."

Pei Youli choked up.

After a while, she spoke again: "But I'm a little sleepy..."

Tomorrow morning I have to get up to greet the guests, work and cook.

One call after another, it was almost 02:30 in a blink of an eye.

"Then sleep like this," Quan Min looked out the window, and it will take some time to get home, "I'll hang up when you fall asleep."

Pei Youli hesitated for a while, then put the phone beside the pillow.

"Good night."

It was the third good night she received tonight.

Quan Min hummed an unknown tune softly, his voice was clean and magnetic, like a warm spring, with the magic power to make people fall asleep quickly.

The taxi driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

The little girl nowadays is really delicate, and she has to be coaxed by her boyfriend to sleep.

Quan Min didn't pay attention to his gaze, and occasionally stopped to listen to the voice from the other side.

The breathing rate gradually slowed down, but there were strange movements from time to time.

Is this falling asleep, or not falling asleep?

He didn't realize it until he heard the faint meowing of the cat. Those movements should be the disobedient kitten rolling around beside her.

"Don't make trouble..."

Pei Youli, who was half asleep and half awake, was finally disturbed by the rice cake, and moaned and moved slightly.

Although he didn't see this funny scene with his own eyes, her defenseless sleeping image seemed to appear in front of Quan Min's eyes, making him laugh unconsciously.

No matter how much time has passed, no matter whether we can still be together, no matter what methods we try...

The only one who can heal him is still her.

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Pei Youli rarely fell asleep until she woke up naturally, and it was already past ten o'clock in the morning when she opened her eyes the next day.

After changing his clothes in a panic, he came out to brush his teeth with the toiletries, and the smell of rice was already wafting from the yard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, last night...Zheng Jier?"

When she looked up and saw a familiar figure, she thought she was hallucinating.

There is no honorific for the three characters Zheng Jier.

As an idol, Li Mark, who has always paid attention to etiquette, was taken aback: "Nuna..."

He wanted to remind, but he heard her ask again: "Have you bought the meat yet?"

Well, at this point, Mark Li finally understands that Youli Nuna is very familiar with this senior in the hip-hop circle.

Pei Youli came out in a hurry, she didn't tidy her hair much, a messy bun was put on her head, matched with that plain face, she looked a bit cute.

"I didn't buy it." Zheng Ji Er wanted to tease her.

"Oh," Pei Youli saw the trick, "Then you will squeeze a few more bottles of goat milk later, otherwise we can only eat kimchi today."

"...How many bottles of goat milk can be squeezed, isn't it decided by the goat?" Zheng Jier said helplessly, "Actually, I bought meat."

Pei Youli gave him a thumbs up, a rare sign of approval.

Song Tinghao, who had lost to Zheng Jier in his previous life, saw that the interaction between the two was uncomfortable, and interrupted: "Mark, help me set the plate."

"Have you prepared breakfast yet?" Pei Youli leaned over.

The fragrant scallion pancakes, paired with bright red kimchi, make people unconsciously move their index fingers.

"Well," Song Binhao successfully turned her attention to himself, "the kimchi is also pickled."

"How does it taste?" Pei Youli picked up a small piece.

Mark Li was the first to reply: "It's very delicious, just like the ones sold in restaurants."

Song Jinhao looked at Luo Yingxi: "If the production team wants to eat, they need to buy it with money. One piece is 10 yuan."

Directors: ?Is there anyone blacker than these kids...

Zheng Ji Er, who was temporarily unable to speak, didn't feel left out, but chose a seat close to Pei Youli to sit down.

When they dated, perhaps because of their profession, she was seldom so loose, and most of their appearances were delicate and elegant.

"I'll be in charge of washing the dishes later." Pei Youli, who didn't participate in the cooking, asked proactively.

Mark Li shook his head: "It's okay, I—"

"I'll brush with you." Zheng Jier suddenly turned his head and said to Pei Youli.

Song Hao suddenly felt that the onion pancakes were hard to swallow.

Li Mark, who was stunned for a moment, also realized that the respectable senior in front of him seemed to be a rival in love.

Oh, in this case... let's delete the word "respectable" for the time being.