When Mo Shaoqing came back from Berenger's studio, he slumped on the sofa exhausted.
Ruisha had just finished making a phone call in China, and when she came back to her room, she saw Mo Shaoqing taking a rest, and excitedly ran over to sit down: "How is it, did Mr. Yun say anything? Does he really appreciate you?"
"Well, that's it!" Mo Shaoqing replied weakly.
"That's what it means! Get up and make it clear."
Mo Shaoqing answered indiscriminately: "Just to ask about my family situation..."
Speaking of family, he immediately thought of Rarity, that soft little guy, who doesn't know what he is doing now? It is said that the mother is worried when a son travels thousands of miles, but when he comes to him, it is the father who travels thousands of miles and worries about his son!
"Family situation? Hey, be serious." Reisa pulled Mo Shaoqing up from the sofa.
"You are my first artist on the international stage. Thanks to you, it is the first time I have seen such a big-name designer, so I am really special..."
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you!" Mo Shaoqing raised his hands in surrender, "Mr. Yun just told me about some things about going on the catwalk, as well as new design inspiration..."
Risa's eyes lit up: "Really? Then did he say that he wants you to be his professional model in the future?"
of course not! Mo Shaoqing said to himself, he really didn't tell me anything, and you still don't believe it.
"Um... That's not true. Don't forget, I still have scars on my stomach, so I'm not really suitable for being a model!"
"Oh!" Reisa slapped her head, "Look at me, I want you to become an international superstar and I want to go crazy, but I forgot about your stomach... I only think about your future, think about your height, you are completely qualified, The figure is also good, but I forgot about this!"
"It's okay, I know you're doing it for my own good." Mo Shaoqing smiled nonchalantly.
"It's good for you to understand. After all, you don't have many works now, and awards are nothing. If you can receive invitations from big luxury brands, you can go further in China! You can even step into the front line!"
After finally asking the nagging Rui Sha away, Mo Shaoqing turned on the computer and planned to have a video with Rui Rui and Ling Senhao from China.
But found an anonymous message in the phone.
Open your mailbox.
Mail? What the hell? Mo Shaoqing immediately looked up the phone number and found that it was a local phone number in country F, but the message was sent in Chinese characters.
But Mo Shaoqing opened all the mailboxes uncontrollably, and finally found an anonymous email in a rarely used mailbox.
This is a very long text email. After reading it, Mo Shaoqing was completely panicked. He first copied all the words on it verbatim, and then followed the words at the end of the article to permanently write the email. of deleted.
He figured he already knew who the sender was.
*****
Because of this email, Mo Shaoqing didn't sleep well last night, and came to the dressing room the next day with a pair of giant panda eyes.
"Ouch~ Baby Shaoqing, why did you make yourself like this?" Makeup artist Amy exaggerated, her eyes widened even under the already exaggerated eyeliner.
"I'm fine, it's not because of jet lag!"
"Didn't sleep well, is it the hotel?" Yun Qing had been waiting for Mo Shaoqing for a while, and he also didn't sleep well last night, so he came to the dressing room early this morning.
"No, Mr. Yun, when shall we start?"
Yun Qing frowned, he didn't like the way his son didn't take his body seriously, but he changed his mouth to: "Your state..."
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine. After putting on my makeup, I'll go to the runway with you to have a look." Although Mo Shaoqing was eager to fly across the country at the moment, he also valued this job opportunity very much.
A few days ago, the much-anticipated spring and summer P City International Fashion Week opened.
Next, there will be one show after another in P City, and countless fashion lovers, big-name stars, and media reporters will gather in this international metropolis from all over the world.
Then get in front of the camera and lay the groundwork for a year of apparel sponsorships.
Unlike celebrity buyers who wandered around major shows purely to watch shows, Mo Shaoqing took on a difficult task.
*****
After Mo Shaoqing put on her makeup, she followed Yunqing to the booth set up by Bérangère.
At this time, there were already many male models in the backstage who were putting on makeup and preparing to go on stage. Seeing Yun Qing's arrival, they all greeted him respectfully.
It was the first time that Mo Shaoqing realized the status of Yunqing, a Chinese, in this fashion circle.
As soon as the two left, the male models who had just gone their separate ways immediately united and came together.
A male model asked enthusiastically, "Who is this man?"
"Are you new here? You don't look very good!"
"Heh, it's just a yellow-skinned pig, a Chinese!" A male model sneered.
"Julian, do you know who he is?"
"A little star who came out of nowhere!" The man named Julian straightened his clothes.
"That's enough, Julian, stop talking, I heard that Mr. Yun and Mr. Berenger value him very much!" Someone tried to ease the atmosphere, but it was useless.
Another male model disdainfully said: "Why? Is he going to walk the catwalk with us?"
"I think it might be Mr. Yun's little lover~"
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, and 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 are no worse than women when it comes to gossip.
This time, Bérangère's stage is built in a gray style, and the whole stage has a feeling of a different dimension. Bunches of strong lights fall on the stage in an orderly manner, creating a feeling of interlaced light and shadow. Not only that, but there is also a circle of fountains in the center of the stage. When people walk by, rain will 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, Yunqing 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 are too many male models in the world, and such a cruel reality, Yun Qing hopes that her son can know it.
But he was afraid that Mo Shaoqing would be under pressure, so he added: "Moner is a retired male supermodel, you don't have to worry about it with him."
It is said to be a training ground, but it is actually a big dance classroom with mirrors on all sides. In front of the mirror is a handrail bar that can be used to press the legs, allowing people to see their posture in all aspects to make adjustments.
This supermodel named Monel, although he is not a first-class handsome guy, but it is completely the Chinese people's perception of the face of a supermodel. His cheeks are very thin and sunken, and his body is lean and tall, without a trace of fat.
However, Yunqing 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 Yunqing seemed to be talking to him, using F Mandarin, which he hadn't experienced at all. Moner 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 Yunqing was dedicated to his work. After all, he had an unshirkable responsibility for calling a newcomer on the catwalk and ruining the stage.
But Mo Shaoqing is really grateful to a designer like Yunqing who treats herself responsibly and finds a teacher for herself. So this sentence of thank you can be said to be the most sincere 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 resofat."
Mo Shaoqing didn't know what to respond for a moment, was it "hehe"? Or "sorry, dirty your eyes"
Fortunately, Monell didn't continue to embarrass him, but just let him start walking.
Although Mo Shaoqing is not a serious model, she still pays attention to her manners when she walks 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 Moner.
In the end, Monell said something coldly as a summary: "As an audience, you 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 show...
"Relax, don't tense your face and arms. Look in the mirror in front of you!"
"It makes you face yourself!"
"NO, stop!"
... ... ...
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 will not become a poor Yan people who learn how to walk in Handan!
The class was finally over. Mo Shaoqing took the list from Monell and waited dejectedly for Risa 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.