Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
I'm Not As Beautiful as a Celebrity to Be a Model

Yeni briefly introduced the two.

“This is Haris, you can call him Kak Haris. His personality is a little quiet and doesn't like to talk much. Help me take care of him, okay?”

"Of course, with pleasure."

The assistant then glanced at Haris, introducing himself. “Kak Haris, nice to meet you. You can call me Keke."

“Halo,” greet Haris briefly.

The photography studio is located at the headquarters of the Punk Hazzard Company. The van went straight to the studio entrance. There was a man at the entrance, and he waved when he saw them.

The car stopped, and Keke got off the car first. Haris was about to follow him, but Yeni stopped him.

“You should get out of the car after Keke makes sure the situation is safe. You don't have a lot of fans yet and your popularity isn't very high, so no one will block you and not many people will know you. But, from now on, you should get used to things like this. Because in the future, you will become a famous celebrity.”

The number of followers on Instagram is still growing, but they are too few and unreliable.

Although Haris has entered trending topics, technically he still has not debuted officially and does not have a representative work. His fans did not have the content to get to know him, so it was only natural that not many people recognized him.

But Haris will definitely have a lot of fans sooner or later. That's because .. he's too handsome!

If others are saying that they are very handsome, then Yeni will feel that they are too full of themselves, too smart and too high of self-esteem.

But if the one who said it was Haris, he felt that this was a common and not excessive thing. Yeni held this bright pearl in her palm, waiting for the opportunity to show it this bright pearl (Haris) to the world.

Keke returned after a while.

“There's a little problem. Some of the lighting equipment inside was broken. I heard that it was a cable problem. The entire piece has stopped functioning, and it will take a while before it is repaired."

Yeni said, "It's just a cable, shouldn't it be easy to repair? Maybe the cable got cut off from being bitten by a rat? Isn't it just to connect the broken cable, and sort it out?"

Keke spread both his hands to the side and made a facial expression that said, 'don't know.'

Yeni again asked, “What did the other party say?”

“At the moment, there are two options. One, we went back and rescheduled the shooting date, and they reimbursed us."

"The second option, they rent a third-party studio, bring their own stuff and background, and take pictures there."

"What do you think?" ask Yeni to Keke.

"I think it might be better to do a photo shoot now. I wondered, and it turned out that the photographer was quite famous. The photos came out very well. The company goes to great lengths to invite her, if the shoot is pushed back to another day, she may not be able to attend next time.”

Yeni didn't even have to think about it.

“Tell them that we will work together. We can do a photo shoot today by renting a third-party studio.”

The better third-party studios were all booked up to a month later. Even with the rich and impressive Punk Hazzard Company behind them, they still had to wait for the people already in the studio to finish before they could start filming.

Two cars full of props and clothes, Haris's nanny van, and about a dozen people were all waiting outside.

After negotiating for a while, the staff of the photographer began to move the property and clothing into the studio. The photographer also goes in to check the location and lighting and make sure the props are placed in the right place. He wanted to be ready for filming as soon as the location was emptied.

As soon as they arrived, Xiao Ke got down from the car. After a while, he ran back.

“Kak Haris, Brother Yeni, let's go in first. This place is pretty big. You can wait inside the studio.”

Yeni signaled that I should go down first. As he walked in with Harisi, he looked back and saw Keke take the coat from the car.

Keke has been following Yeni for a while. Even though he was an assistant, he had a lot of contact with the work Yeni was doing.

There are not many people in the studio. Wealthy companies usually have their own studios, so the people inside are basically clothing stores that take product photos or low-level magazines that shoot magazine covers.

Haris walked in. Before she caught anyone's attention, Keke covered her with a coat and made her wear a hat.

The three of them sat on the support sofa in the corner.

Because the AC was too low in temperature, it was a little cold in the studio. Yeni was fine because she was wearing a suit, so she did not feel cold. Keke instead, wore only a short-sleeved shirt and jeans. With a short-sleeved shirt, he would definitely be cold.

Haris took off his jacket and gave it to Keke.

Keke felt a little unwell but still accepted it.

Yeni was about to give her own coat to Haris, but was rejected by Haris. "No, you're just."

Keke felt bad.

“Kak Yeni, don't take off your jacket, you wear it. Wait for me a minute.”

Keke went out of nowhere and came back with a military pattern coat. It looked rather old and the color was a bit faded, not too thick, but suitable for this temperature.

Yeni doesn't like that coat. Although she was not as fussy about clothes as some celebrities, she had been in the industry for a while and was naturally influenced by it. As a result, she does have some standards when it comes to clothing.

“Where did you find this? It doesn't look too clean. Can you wear this?"

“This is clean and just taken from the laundry. I pressed the cloth. It can be used as a disguise. I will wear this and Kak Haris can put on his coat back.”

"Can you wear that coat? It looks ugly."

"Yes." Yeah." Keke nodded.

Haris on the other hand did not care about these kinds of things. He did not pay much attention to the clothes he was wearing. As long as it fits, it's fine.

“Give me. I think it's fine if I'm the one wearing it.”

Keke slightly hesitated before saying, “That might be a bit..”

But Haris has already taken the coat. In fact, he was quite satisfied with that coat.

The coat covered his entire body all the way to his calves. His arms are long, so it can also cover both his hands. He originally wore a hat, but the collar of his coat alone could cover the entire bottom of his face.

Haris sat on the sofa placed on the wall in the corner. He gathered his sleeves and leaned back. Only two long legs are visible outside the coat.

Yeni sat down with her suit and tie. Next to it is Haris who is covered from head to toe by a military coat.

Even though they were sitting in the corner, the two were still rather conspicuous.

Someone suddenly sat next to them. That guy's wearing a baseball cap.

“Are you waiting to take photos?”

Yeni glanced at the baseball cap man sitting next to her. He was rather young, obviously the type of youth who had yet to experience society. He must be a student or a freshman.

“Ya.”

“Are you a model?”

Yeni didn't want to say more. There's really nothing to say.

“No. I'm not, I'm not as pretty as a celebrity to be a model.”