Entertainment Food Service Ch. 231
It's no secret that the chief designer of a big boss in luxury goods has adopted a male model as a lover in the circle.
Several people looked at each other, then smiled maliciously.
"So what, he may not have the ability to walk through the entire show. Maybe he will fall down and return home crying."
"Hahahahaha!" Everyone laughed viciously.
Facts have proved that men were no worse than women when it came to gossip.
This time, Berangere's stage was built in a gray style, and the whole stage had a feeling of a different dimension. Bunches of strong lights fell on the stage in an orderly manner, created a feeling of interlaced light and shadow. Not only that, but there was also a circle of fountains in the center of the stage. When people walk by, rain would flow down in a straight line.
The show officially started, with male models walking around the perimeter of the stage in frigid summer outfits.
"When the time comes, I will arrange for Romeo to go with you, so you don't have to worry." Yun Qing reminded, bringing Mo Shaoqing back to reality.
It was only then that Mo Shaoqing realized that his hands were tightly clenched on his pants, which were already drenched.
He smiled embarrassedly, "Okay, thank you."
"It's okay." Yun Qing uncontrollably took out a handkerchief and handed it to Mo Shaoqing, "Wipe off your sweat, kid, you look nervous."
"Yeah." Mo Shaoqing was not hypocritical, and quickly took the handkerchief and wiped his hands.
After visiting the platform, Yun Qing sent Mo Shaoqing to the training ground and handed him over to a model instructor.
"Although there are only a few days to prepare, I hope you can show enough ability to make everyone feel that you are qualified for this job." After all, there were too many male models in the world, and such a cruel reality, Yun Qing hoped that his son could know it.
But he was afraid that Mo Shaoqing would be under pressure, so he added, "Monell is a retired male supermodel, you don't have to worry about it with him."
It's said to be a training ground, but it's actually a big dance classroom with mirrors on all sides. In front of the mirror was a handrail bar that could be used to press the legs, allowing people to see their posture in all aspects for adjustment.
This supermodel named Monell, although not a first-class handsome guy, was completely Chinese people's perception of the face of a supermodel. His cheeks were very thin and sunken, and his figure was lean and tall, without a trace of fat.
However, Yun Qing said that he was thirty-five years old, but Mo Shaoqing felt that he was only twenty-seven or eighty-eight. Not only that, but when his silver-gray eyes looked directly at people, people still felt something called aura stuff.
Mo Shaoqing saw that Yun Qing seemed to be talking to him, using F national language, which he hadn't experienced at all. Monell frowned at first, as if denying something, then seemed to be persuaded by Yun Qing, and reluctantly agreed.
"Okay, I'll hand you over to him, study hard."
"Thank you, Mr. Yun." Mo Shaoqing only thought that Yun Qing was dedicated to his work. After all, he had an unshirkable responsibility for calling a newcomer to the catwalk and ruining the stage.
But Mo Shaoqing was really grateful to a designer like Yun Qing who treated him responsibly and found a teacher for him. So this sentence of thank you could be said to be the sincerest sentence in the past few days.
Mo Shaoqing was looking forward to the teaching of supermodel Monell, but he didn't expect that his first sentence would pour cold water on him.
"You're so fat."
Mo Shaoqing didn't know what to respond for a moment, was it "hehe", or "sorry, it's stain your eyes"?
Fortunately, Monell didn't continue to embarrass him, but just let him start walking.
Although Mo Shaoqing was not a serious model, he still paid attention to his manners when he walked on the stage and on the red carpet.
He thought he was in good shape and walked a few steps, but he was stopped after only a few steps.
Then, as expected, he was severely criticized by Monell.
In the end, Monell said something coldly as a summary, "As an audience, they need to pay attention to your clothes, not your performance!"
Well, even if he walked well among ordinary people, he was still criticized as a performance.
"Relax, don't tense your face and arms. Look in the mirror in front of you!"
"It makes you face yourself!"
"No, stop!"
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In this way, Mo Shaoqing was trained by the devil for a day.
Even so, Monell was only mildly pleased, and handed him a piece of paper filled with dietary guidelines.
When he left, he felt that he could no longer walk.
God, he would not become a poor Yan people who learn how to walk in Handan!
(TN: imitate another without success and lose what used to be one's own ability.)
The class was finally over. Mo Shaoqing took the list from Monell and waited dejectedly for Rui Sha to pick him up.
But unexpectedly, the nanny car did come, and it was Yun Qing who came.
Mo Shaoqing's body, which had just relaxed, tensed up again in an instant.
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