After the knockout round, I returned to the supermodel house. The original photo of Marvin's polygamy theme on the screen in the living room was replaced by my dynamic photo. In fact, if it is a model photo with a normal theme, it will not make people feel weird to display it on this one-meter-wide TV screen.
But when I was kneeling on the ground in the hard photo, the whole photo was full of eroticism. When everyone walked into the house, what they saw was my pose in the photo, and it always made me feel sick.
"Yo!" Ashton whistled first, then said amid the roar of the female models: "I have to admit that you are indeed gay when I see this photo!"
I smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
"So you're going to choose Chris to share the Taylor suite with you?" Nina smiled and looked back and forth at the hard photos and me on the screen.
Hearing her mention Chris, I subconsciously turned my head to look for Chris, only to find that he had gone to the kitchen at some point and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.
"If he still wants to," I replied with a shrug. Nina turned her head and saw Chris's move, and she giggled.
Ashton glanced at Chris, suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "If he doesn't want to remember to take me with him! I don't mind sleeping in the same bed with you at night."
The staff responsible for the shoot in the supermodel house asked the model who got the best photo and the key to the Taylor suite every time to decide who to invite to share the Taylor suite in front of the camera. So I just stood in front of the camera and said loudly, "Chris, do you want to share the Taylor Suite with me?"
Chris's hands visibly pause, and the camera's lens zooms in. He seemed to suddenly realize that he turned around and said with a smile, "You mean Guess's cloakroom? Of course!"
Ashton walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, he whispered, "You see that? That's how they should react when your sexuality is exposed to straight men. It seems that I am Make sure Chris is really straight."
I took a deep look at Chris, and he turned around and walked outside. I don't look away from him anymore, and if he feels awkward, I won't push too hard. After all, the two have only known each other for less than a week. After the game, if three or four people here will contact again, it can be said to be a miracle.
I patted Ashton's head with the hood on his clothes and said, "You love to gossip Ashton too much." Ashton seemed to freeze, and I didn't care or took my hand back and walked towards the bedroom leading to the bedroom. corridor. I'm going to pack some laundry and check into the Taylor Suite tonight, and it looks like I'll finally have a space of my own.
Ashton trotted after me, pulled back the hood that I ripped off, "Oh? Who are you calling this weekend? You know America's Top Model has time to talk to her family every Sunday. Right?"
Ashton has switched sides since yesterday when he found out that I am a male. He no longer only hangs out with Nina and the others, but talks to me most of the time. In contrast, Chris is indeed silent a lot. Maybe the topic of my sexuality did affect him, not necessarily.
I walked quickly out of the camera's range, and then I said, "Based on a total of one hour of talk time, everyone has five minutes. You remember to focus on what you want to say. I will talk to a friend."
Ashton's fire of gossip ignited in an instant, and he excitedly followed me into the bedroom, watching me bend over to pack up the clothes and books for the evening. "Friend, what friend? Your boyfriend?! What's his name, and how long have you been together?"
I got a headache from Ashton's arguing, rubbed my eyebrows and said, "Not a boyfriend, just an ordinary friend. My colleague I met in the dance company after I came out of the nursing home, Mike."
"Wow, what colleague needs to call back at this time?" Ashton was very excited, and he continued to ask persistently: "Wait, a dance company of yours means that he is also a dancer? He must be very tall. Okay! Tell me, this time I'm absolutely tight-lipped!"
I stood up with my pajamas, bath towel and half of the book I saw, and reluctantly opened my mouth to satisfy Ashton's curiosity: "It's not a special friend, it's just the only person I've known who can be considered a friend in the past two years, except for him There's no one else to fight."
Then I turned around and walked towards the bedroom door, ready to put things in Taylor's suite first, and take a look at Guess's closet.
"Haha, then does he have a girlfriend?" Ashton followed me reluctantly.
"No." I walked to the door and twisted it.
"Then he's definitely interested in you!" Ashton concluded happily, "It's your colleague again. I've known each other for two years without a fixed girlfriend. Knowing your sexuality, I still hang out with you all day."
"Okay, okay, he's my boyfriend, okay?" I turned to Ashton while turning open the bedroom door, "So do you still want to go to the Taylor Suite for eye addiction?" Ashton It is a person with a relatively simple mind. You don’t need to calculate too much when talking to such a person, but sometimes it can cause unexpected troubles.
Ashton heard a cheerful nod in front of him, and then his expression froze for some reason.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I turned my head to look outside the bedroom door, where Chris was standing at some point with a few cans of beer.
"Scared me, Chris." I saw that his neck had turned red, and it seemed that he drank a lot after a while, "That's for Ashton. Why did you drink so much? We're going to take a tour of Guess's wardrobe, do you want to come along?"
"...No, I'll talk about it tomorrow." He was silent for a while before answering, and he was about to walk into the bedroom shaking.
I turned to let him walk by, gave Ashton a look and signaled the two of them to go out, and I closed the door.
Ashton followed me towards the Taylor Suite. "It's strange to say, why Chris is straight and always likes your jealousy. It's so funny."
I did not respond to Ashton's words.
On Sunday morning, as usual, I got up early to make breakfast for Chris, Ashton, and Nina. To my surprise, however, when I came to the kitchen, Chris was scooping the freshly made omelette out of the frying pan.
"You got up really early today." I rubbed my eyes and walked towards him, looking at the breakfast for two on the plate.
Chris glanced at me, lowered his head and put down the frying pan and said, "Good morning, I went to bed a little earlier yesterday, so I just got up earlier than you today. I just made breakfast." Pass me a plate of small sausages.
I took the plate and looked at the dark circles and stubble under his eyes, but I still didn't point out the fact that he probably hadn't slept at all last night.
I can't accurately analyze Chris's current state of mind. He hides deeply. Although it is easy to see his unnaturalness, it is difficult to draw correct conclusions. In the end I decided to ignore it.
I put the plate on the table, went to the refrigerator to take out the milk, took the two glasses washed on the stove, and poured a glass for each of us.
"They usually don't wake up in half an hour. You can wash up after eating, and then I'll take you to the Taylor Suite to see Guess's wardrobe?" I said inquiringly.
Chris put the frying pan in the sink, walked over to the table and sat down and said, "Okay. By the way, talk time later...I don't have anyone to call, you can use my call if you need to. Time to call your boyfriend... By the way, what's your boyfriend's name?"
I picked up a sausage with a fork and took a bite, looked at Chris's uneasy look, smiled and said, "Didn't I say it yesterday, I just perfunctory Ashton about boyfriends. Mike is My colleague at the George Robles Dance Company."
Chris nodded, but the expression on his face showed that he didn't believe it, and he replied: "Okay...you can use my airtime to call Mike, I don't need it."
I glanced at him, lowered my head and took a bite of the fried egg without explaining.
It seems to me that Chris is starting to struggle with self-awareness, which is not a good sign for me as I hate trouble. If I accidentally bent Chris, it would be a hassle for me.
After eleven in the morning, it was finally time for the weekly call.
Since I won the Taylor Suite, I was placed first to call. The working group of America's Top Models is particularly interested in building a red phone booth in the supermodel house. After sitting in, it will completely isolate the sound inside and outside, ensuring complete privacy, but there is a camera in the phone booth.
I sat in the phone booth, closed the door, and dialed Mike's cell phone number, which I had memorized by heart, with Chris's wave. After a few beeps, the other end quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is Mike."
"Mike," I laughed when I heard Mike's rare business voice, "guess who's calling you again?"
"Brian?" Mike seemed to put something down and walked to a relatively quiet place. "Are you finally allowed to make phone calls. How does it feel to live in the legendary supermodel house?"
"The first question is how is the supermodel house, don't you think it's too ruthless?" I chatted with Mike as usual. "According to what you are interested in, the female models in the supermodel room are walking around in bathrobes after taking a shower. If you think about it, you should sign up yourself."
"I saw the hard photos you took on the official website, haha, the last one is so in line with your jazz dance style." Mike didn't respond to my words, but seemed to be in a good mood and joked.
"Thanks to you, the last one got the best photo. The annoying thing is that the photo will be on the big screen in the living room all day."
Mike laughed on the other end of the phone, "Aren't you taking photos and videos candidly on the dance show? What are you embarrassed about?"
"Are you rehearsing? So whose opening show is our partner's now?" I also didn't follow up, and instead raised some questions that the two of them had in common.
"There's a new kid who overlaps with your original clientele in terms of style. It's just a little bit older than you, and I've been taking him to familiarize yourself with our choreography recently," Mike replied.
I smiled and continued: "It doesn't matter if you stay for a while, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient. Don't you hate colleagues who do some unclean small business? It's better to stay for a while."
"Oh, I'm afraid I'll be fooled if I'm too stupid." Mike's tone was dissatisfied with the newcomer.
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When I walked out of the phone booth, I found that Chris was still standing there, waiting for me with a glass of milk in his hand. He looked suspiciously at me who walked over to him and said, "It shouldn't be five minutes yet. Why did you hang up so quickly? I've given you the call time, so you can continue to call."
I looked up at him, walked up to him and took the almost-drinking glass of milk from his hand, Chris took a step back reflexively. I smiled and said, "I've never called more than three minutes, because there's nothing special to say. You better go and call any friend, they can help you canvass for votes, social media voting can be decisive. effect."
Chris seemed taken aback by his own reaction, and lowered his head, afraid to look me in the eye. "Go." I patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the phone booth. "I'm going to tell them they can come and line up to call."
On a Sunday, free time always passes quickly before people know it, and the second week of America's Next Top Model arrives.
Second week Monday, Challenge.
The bus took everyone to a show, a runway run by Nylon Magazine. This time, however, the runway show was a bit special. The runway was two huge old discs that were constantly spinning. Models need to make the perfect runway walk on the two circular runways that spin at the speed of a treadmill.
The challenge, Jonathan is in charge of hosting, and according to the characteristics of each model with clothing. At the same time, the editor-in-chief of Nylon magazine will also be there to watch.
For a model's career, if you can win the favor of the editor-in-chief of the magazine, it means more work in the future, and it is a magazine photo shoot that will help increase your visibility.
In fact, walking a decent model step on such a show stage, but there is a very simple trick. Your steps need to be equal to the speed at which the turntable rotates, so that you can walk steadily on the turntable and appear comfortable.
In the end, besides me and Chris, who had been reminded of the skills by me in advance, there were also Alice who was completely professional, and Rena who was particularly aura.
Dan, who was steady and steady, and Nina, who was jumping and quirky, followed closely.
Mark has never been a model, which makes him not dominant on the stage. He and several other female models got the same rating. Jamie and Mike also had the same reason, but they were afraid of walking on the stage because of their lack of confidence in their steps, and they were finally named and criticized.
That's it, Jonathan's fondness for Mike still hasn't been knocked down, and he taught Mike how to walk round after round in the lounge. I was somewhat relieved that it didn't even give me much consideration because of this.
As long as I don't hang around Jonathan, he probably won't pay much attention to me outside of the photoshoot. After all, Brian's usual innocuous student appearance was not Jonathan's thing. In fact, Jonathan's actions are not considered sexual harassment in the workplace at all, but his sticky attitude and strong and close gestures still make me grateful.
The final winner of the challenge is Alice, who is fully professional.
After the challenge, back to the supermodel house, the challenge scores of all models were displayed again on the big screen in the living room. Thank goodness my sexually suggestive photoshoot was replaced.
Alice's steps were impeccable and she received a perfect score of 10. Nine points for me, Chris and Rena. Dan, Nina and Marvin are in the upper mid-range of eights. Ashton, Jaina, and Cornani scored no less than seven points. Surprisingly, Alyssa scored the same six points as Mike and Jamie.
After a day of challenge, everyone is not as relaxed as they were on Sunday, knowing that tomorrow will be another photoshoot.