He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 468 Differential Treatment
Facing Delulu's burning gaze, Matata turned to look at the PowerPoint presentation: "Let's look at the others first, and save your part for last."

Delulu sat down contentedly, smiling slightly. Her grand entrance as the finale was certainly important.

Then, the character designs of Shark and Milia were briefly introduced.

Shark is a child demon whose hands are stained with blood at a young age, a born evil seed through and through.

"You are an orphan—"

"You're the orphan!"

Shark punched Matata in the stomach, sending her flying three meters away.

Li Ji rushed over to check, fearing that Matata had been destroyed.

Matata clutched her stomach as she got up, her face contorted in pain.

Fortunately, he had a lot of abdominal fat, which saved him from certain death.

"This is just a persona, don't take it seriously. If you don't like it, we have a backup plan. Your parents are both gang members, you were born with a gun, you're a pure-blooded thug, how about that?"

Shark propped her legs up on the chair: "I'll think about it."

There was a knocking sound at the door.

A Black girl wrapped in a coat peeked out: "Boss, can I not wear a bikini for this cover shoot? I feel like it's weird."

Matata yelled at the top of her lungs, "If you don't want to wear it, then don't wear it at all! You bitch! Do whatever the company tells you to do! Get out! I'm in a meeting!"

The girl closed the door dejectedly, not daring to say anything more.

Matata's expression immediately changed, and she asked Shark Baby with a grin, "What's your decision?"

"It's alright, let's leave it at that."

This differential treatment is too severe. Li Ji didn't expect that the gangster skin would be so useful in the company. The boss is still afraid of the power of truth, but he is also reluctant to give up the top persona of gangsters that is popular with the general public.

Matata switched to another PowerPoint presentation.

Milia's character is that of a seemingly gentle but actually ruthless and possessive girl.

"You killed your sister just because she was fighting with you for the same man."

Milia shook her head.

"Didn't you like the part about killing your sisters?"

"No, I don't like taking away men's parts. Can't I just kill her because I want to kill her?"

Milia's innocent eyes shone with a light that sent chills down one's spine.

Matata pursed her lips: "Perfect, even better than we expected. Next up is Sister Lulu."

"You're a mystery."

Delulu looked completely bewildered: "What do you mean, meow?"

The PPT only had one big question mark.

Everyone was completely baffled.

Matata explained, “We’ll create suspense around your identity. We’ll only say you’re a gangster, but we’ll keep all other information about you hidden and say we can’t disclose it. That way, your fans will be curious about your identity and will rack their brains to find clues about you, and you’ll become famous.”

Dailu glared at the other person: "I suspect you haven't thought it through, so you're just trying to fool me, meow."

"How could that be? We are a professional packaging team, and this solution is the best fit for you."

Li Ji noticed that Matata's eyes were darting away.

He's clearly guilty, okay? Dalu probably won't believe him, right?
"Great, meow. As expected, I'm the most unique meow."

Holy crap, I actually believed it! No wonder she's called Dailulu; all you have to do is flatter her.

Matata exclaimed excitedly, "These two verbal tic are fantastic, 'This lady' and 'Meow,' we must use them more often, so that fans can have even more ideas!"

Not only were the fans baffled, but even Matata himself was completely confused. He couldn't understand where these two verbal tic came from. Why would a Black girl from the slums say "this lady"? And the "meow" tic was even more bizarre.

But he didn't dare ask. He felt that this woman had a bad temper and was afraid that she would shoot him.

Once the general character design was finalized, Matata arranged for a dedicated stylist to design her makeup and styling.

The styling is still the same old gangster look, nothing new.

Li Ji firmly resisted wearing underwear that was completely exposed, and he didn't even want to wear jeans. Those things were too tight. Although he was now an alien and didn't have anything to be tight with, he still found it hard to accept psychologically.

In the end, I had no choice but to opt for the standard oversized jersey.

Delulu held the leather bikini jacket the designer handed her with a look of disgust, as if she were holding a dog leash.

"I guess my understanding of Earth's fashion is a bit lacking, meow. I don't want to wear a dog leash, and neither do you, Milia, meow?"

Milia shook her head.

The designer led them through a selection of clothes, but Delulu was not satisfied with any of them.

She looked at the posters on the wall. These clothes had appeared on various rappers, and the young artists coming in and out of the dressing room were also wearing these clothes.

"I don't want to be like them, without any other clothes, meow?"

The gay-looking Black designer rested his chin on his hand, his bright pink lips parting slightly: "All styles are here. Trust me, our company has the most complete clothing selection. The answers to gangster fashion are all here."

Delulu frowned: "Why do I have to dress like them, meow?"

"That's the gangster style, that's how it should be. Actually, there are many different styles, such as sexy, wild, cool, West Coast, East Coast, Memphis, etc. We have all kinds of styles."

Dailu glanced at him: "Why should fashion be confined to existing styles, meow?"

"Because that's the paradigm of fashion. Every style of dressing has its own characteristics and is unique."

"If I dress like everyone else, where's my uniqueness, meow?"

One sentence struck the designer like lightning, and he felt as if he had been electrocuted.

Yes, if we all dressed the same, where would our uniqueness lie?

He touched his red mohawk, then touched his pink velvet coat.

Because she's a bottom, she feels she has to dress androgynously, wearing flashy clothes and pink lipstick, as if only in this way can she show that she's a fashionable bottom. Because that's how other fashionable bottoms dress.

In order to be different, I chose to conform, but only to a minority.

But does the mother have to be like this?
Why do I wear a bra under my coat? Is it to better highlight my status, or do I just really like it?
He reached inside and touched the lace lingerie.

Okay, I really like it.

Delulu patted him: "Hey, Johnny, I want to design my own outfit, meow."

"Okay, I'll help you."

The girl who was outside the conference room earlier walked over in a bikini: "Johnny, can I wear one too?"

"No. The company hasn't given you that authority."

"why?"

"You're not a member of the Blood Gang."

"If I join a gang, can I decide what I wear?"

"Perhaps, but you might lose more decision-making power."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The girl turned and walked towards the dressing room. She had heard that if you became a gangster's girlfriend, you would have a chance to join the gang.

If I had these guys backing me up, I might not have to suffer so much bullying at the company.

(End of this chapter)