[Quick Transmigration] Reverse strategy

The episode of getting the color of the foundation wrong made Li Kaican "quite complain" to Pei Youli, no matter what she did, he would go against her, especially when it came to styling.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Li Kaican likes Pei Youli very much, but the way he expresses it is a bit special.

Not only him, NCT127 and the staff working with them also like Pei Youli very much.

He is beautiful and has a gentle personality. He often follows Bai Zhiya, taking notes with a small notebook, or helping her.

Most importantly, easy to talk about.

Besides Baek Ji Ah and Pei Youli, NCT127 also has two regular stylists, one named Park Hee Young and the other named Jung Mi Sun.

Similar to Baek Ji-ah, Park Hee-young was transferred the year after NCT127's debut, and Jung Mi-sun just became a regular. Both of them are older than Pei Youli.

In Korea, the concept of juniors and juniors is very heavy.

Although Pei Youli is only Bai Zhiya's assistant in name, she is the youngest and an intern and is often used by two other stylists.

"Youli, Daoyi is about to make up the last step, you can do it, thank you."

"Youli, Youtai's eyeliner was wiped off by him, please help me fix it!"

Zheng Mixuan was a little more polite and would affectionately call her "Youli", while Park Heeyoung was somewhat—

"Pei Youli? Did you see a bunch of hair in front of Xuan? Why is it sticking up? Press it down for him!"

Pei Youli, who had already missed her meal and was looking for snacks to fill her stomach, wanted to cry but had no tears.

It seems that she...was really treated as a handyman.

"Here comes."

Helpless, Pei Youli got up with a sigh, and slowly moved towards Zheng Zaixu with a curling iron.

He stood on the other side of the room, his gaze just falling on her.

During this period of time, Pei Youli had at least one or two words with all the members, except with him... There was almost no communication.

She plugged the curling iron into a nearby power source, waited for a while, and tested the temperature with her hands.

Zheng Zaixuan was wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neckline. He looked a little tired from the days of work, and there was no extra emotion in his eyes.

Pei Youli planned to do a quick operation, then slipped away to replenish energy.

She stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms, but she couldn't reach the fluttering "hair" on Zheng Zaixuan's head.

"Before..." Pei Youli almost slipped her tongue, but quickly changed her words, "In Xuanxi, can you be a little lower?"

Zheng Zaixuan took a deep look at her, but did not respond immediately, but first looked down at her not-so-thin soles.

The voice is so low, is it because you are afraid of being found short by others?

Pei Youli also noticed the look in his eyes, and felt contempt invisibly.

"My height is 165." She straightened her back.

"..." Zheng Zaixuan slowly slid down against the wall, "I'm 180."

Pei Youli: ...

She grabbed the hair that stood up on his head, and pressed it to the side with a curling iron.

Zheng Zaixu raised his head slightly, looked at the small and smooth chin of the girl in front of him, with a smile in his eyes.

This child...has he looked like this before?

A vague outline of Pei Youli receiving the award as an outstanding student representative at the graduation ceremony vaguely appeared in his mind.

On the other end, Li Tairong glanced at the two people in the corner, and his finger that had been sliding the phone screen stopped.

Jae-hyun and Yoo-ri... a bit weird.

"Okay, don't touch it."

Not long after, Pei Youli stopped, held the curling iron to observe for a few seconds, and then turned off the switch.

Jung Jae-hyun let out a "huh".

Pei Youli put away the curling iron carefully, and just about to turn around, she heard someone ask leisurely, "Why did you call me senior just now?"

As he thought, the girl froze in place guilty.

"Huh?" Pei Youli pretended to be stupid, "Is there?"

Jung Jae-hyun: ...No?

He looked down at Pei Youli with a determined expression.

"Uh...Actually, senior may not remember, but I went to the same high school as senior."

do not remember?Of course he remembered.

"Seoul Arts High?" Zheng Jae-hyun was seriously confused.

Pei Youli nodded, never mentioning the love letter.

Zheng Zaixuan didn't expose it, and activated his acting skills, a little bit of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Ah, that's right... what a coincidence."

Pei Youli breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine if you don't remember, it's fine if you don't remember.

Just at this time, a staff member from the TV station opened the door: "NCT127? The order is here, let's prepare in advance."

Very loud.

If Pei Youli was granted an amnesty, she quickly nodded to Zheng Zaixuan, and quickly walked aside to get her cosmetic case.

Zheng Zaixuan watched the girl's back with a smile, and picked up the black knitted jacket next to him.

Hmm... Let's play with her.

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The artist is the work of the stylist and needs constant protection.

As long as the makeup is done, as long as the "work" has not been put on the stage, they will always follow the artist.

Pei Youli was carrying two small cosmetic boxes, keeping pace with Li Tairong at the same level.

Li Tairong tilted his head to look at her.

With such a petite figure, I don't know how to carry such a heavy box on my back.

Obviously last time, when he saw her unscrewing a can of fruit, he unscrewed it for nearly 10 minutes, and it was Yunyun who helped her open it in the end.

Girls' strength is a mystery.

You Li is a Chinese-Korean mixed race and can speak Chinese. Yun Yun is Chinese and likes to communicate with her.

It seemed that everyone was closer to her than he was.

Li Tairong unconsciously slowed down.

Pei Youli's attention was all on his face, and she didn't find any problem, so she went to check Li Mark.

He and Li Kaican belong to two small teams. Not only is the schedule busy, but the number of songs to learn has to be doubled.

So, Mark Li, who was walking and reciting the lyrics silently, felt the fisherman's hat on his head being pulled.

Looking up, the elder sister in front of her frowned: "The hat is not fixed properly, I'm afraid it will fall off later."

She dug out several small black clips and stuffed them inside his hat.

Li Kaican complained silently: "So many clips will definitely break brother's hair."

Pei Youli ignored him, and continued to ask softly, "Min Chen, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately."

It's actually a little rough, but not too bad.

Mark Li didn't tell the truth, but his grape-like eyes were clear and sincere.

Pei Youli believed it.

She lifted his hat again, feeling that it would not fall off again, and then went to "clean up" the other one next to him.

"Why is your hair like this?"

"It was itchy just now, so I scratched it."

"Li Kaican, if you mess with the hairstyle Sister Zhiya made for you again, I'll go and find you the stylist of "Fire Truck"."

"..." Li Kaican immediately closed his mouth.

He really doesn't want to recall the non-mainstream past of his debut song "Fire Truck".

Zheng Zaixuan moved closer to the two, stood beside Pei Youli unintentionally, and brushed his hair.

She looked up at him and ignored him.

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Today's platter award ceremony, NCT127 will perform "Cherry Bomb", the dance is very strong, and there are also difficult movements such as lowering the waist and turning the body.

The boys, who are usually quiet or noisy, move in unison, and every expression exudes charm.

Pei Youli stood at the side of the stage, and the screams of the fans flooded into her ears like a tidal wave.

For a moment, she thought of herself in the original world.

If it weren't for that accident, it's possible... would have shined like them.

This thought only lasted for a moment, and Pei Youli's thoughts drifted back to the members.

[Fortunately, I reinforced the hat for Mark, otherwise it would definitely fall off. ]

[This backward movement... Tairong hit him so hard, is the waist okay?Why?How did he pull out the shirt that was tucked in? ]

[Kids, please be careful with the splits and crotch pushes, don't tear your pants apart...]

[The sweat on Li Kaican's forehead!Be sensible!Don't mess with his eye makeup! ]

……

Pei Youli stared at her "works" worriedly.

After the performance, Li Kaichan, who got off the stage, began to wipe his sweat with his clothes.

"Don't, don't, don't! Little ancestor!" Bai Zhiya was the first to stop, "There will be an interview later! Don't wear makeup!"

She handed Li Kaican a tissue, and then went to check Li Mark's situation.

Li Tairong, who had just raised his arm, quickly put his hand down.

He thought that no one noticed this scene, but when he raised his eyes, he met Pei Youli's.

She walked forward with a smile, brushed his hair away with a comb handle in one hand, and carefully pressed the sweat on his forehead with a tissue in the other hand.

"The response is very fast."

Li Tairong: ...

"I didn't want to wipe my sweat." A slightly aggrieved sophistry.

Because of the intense dance just now, his panting was already urgent, but as soon as she approached, it became more intense.

"Don't bite your mouth."

Pei Youli looked up at Li Tairong strangely.

He is like a limp cat, with trembling eyelashes and round eyes staring blankly, he is completely different from the one who just tore the stage apart.

"Forget it, just wipe off the lipstick, and I'll reapply it for you."

Pei Youli didn't have the heart to say more, entered the waiting room, and directly pressed him on the sofa closest to the door.

His lips are well protected, and they haven't peeled much in winter, like little cherries.

Pei Youli wiped off all the remaining lipstick with a makeup remover towel.

The assistant on the side came up at the right time: "Drink some water first."

Li Tairong looked at Pei Youli.

The latter was taken aback: What are you looking at her for?It's not her cat... she needs permission to drink water.

Pei Youli nodded unconsciously.

Only then did Taeyong take it over, and drank a few gulps.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Pei Youli took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket.

She has hypoglycemia, and often cannot eat on time when she runs, so she always has candies or chocolates with her.

Noticing Li Taeyong's gaze, Pei Youli paused, and handed him the piece he was holding: "Do you want to eat?"

"Do you have any more?"

"Of course, you can eat."

Pei Youli stuffed the chocolate into his hand, took out another piece and put it in his mouth.

Watching Taeyong finish chewing the chocolate, she took out the lipstick and carefully applied it on his lips.

The makeup box hadn't been removed yet, hanging around her waist.

Li Tairong reached out and placed it on his lap.

Pei Youli paused, and smiled at him with crooked eyes: "Thank you."

This was the second time he helped her share the weight of the box.

Li Tairong gave a soft "um" and then smiled.

Just after dancing, his body temperature was high, while Pei Youli was looking down for lipstick, he took off his coat and loosened the tie around his neck.

Her Adam's apple is prominent, her collarbone is distinct, and her sweat-wet hair hangs in front of her dark eyes, which is extremely beautiful.

Pei Youli's eyes narrowed slightly.

She quickly lowered her head, took some lipstick with a brush, and traced it carefully according to the shape of his lips.

"Actually, it looks pretty good now."

"Ok?"

"Why don't you go for an interview like this."

"……seriously?"

Pei Youli smiled: "It's really pretty."

"Then listen to you."

"Okay, don't drink any more water, so as not to damage the lipstick."

"Ah."

"If you really want to drink..." Pei Youli seemed to feel that it was inhumane for her to restrict his drinking freedom, and added, "Remember to use a straw."

Li Tairong nodded obediently.