Chương 71: Chapter 116
Mo ShaoQing came back from the Berenger studio and collapsed on the sofa.
Reza just finished the phone call in China, and when she returned to the house, she just saw Mo ShaoQing resting, and happily ran over to sit down: "How is it, did Mr. Yun say anything? Does he particularly admire you?"
"En, that's it!" Mo ShaoQing replied feebly.
"That's what it means! Get up and make it clear."
Mo ShaoQing replied indiscriminately: "Just to ask about my family situation..."
Speaking of family, he suddenly thought of RuiRui, the soft little guy, and he didn't know what he was doing now? It is said that the mother is worried about the child traveling thousands of miles, but when he arrives, the father is worried about the child traveling thousands of miles!
"Family situation? Hey, be more serious." Reza pulled Mo ShaoQing up from the sofa.
"You are the first artist I have stepped onto the international stage. Thanks to you, this 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 hand and surrendered, "Mr. Yun just told me about some things about running the runway, and new design inspiration..."
Reza's eyes flashed: "Really? Then did he say he wants you to be his professional model in the future?"
of course not! Mo ShaoQing said in his heart that he was true. He didn't tell me anything. You still don't believe it.
"Uh...that's not true, don't forget, I still have a scar on my stomach, it's not really suitable for modeling!"
"Oh!" Resha patted her head, "Look at me, I think you are crazy about becoming an international superstar, but I forgot about your stomach... I just think about your future, and think about your height. , The figure is good, but I forgot this!"
"It's okay, I know you for my good." Mo ShaoQing smiled carelessly.
"It's good if you understand. After all, you don't have many works now, and the awards are nothing. If you can receive invitations from major luxury brands to catwalk, you can go further in the country! You can even step into the front line!"
Finally, please leave Rui Rui who was talking about it. Mo ShaoQing turned on the computer and planned to have a video with Rui Rui and Ling SenHao in China.
But found an anonymous message in the phone.
Open your mailbox.
mailbox? What the hell? Mo ShaoQing immediately checked the phone number and found that it was a local phone number in Country F, but the message was sent in Huaxia.
But Mo ShaoQing still 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 to make the email permanent. deleted.
He thought 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 with a pair of giant panda eyes.
"Ouch~ ShaoQingbaby, why do you make yourself like this?" Makeup artist Amy exaggerated, his eyes widened under the exaggerated eyeline.
"I'm fine, it's not because of jet lag!"
"I didn't sleep well, isn't the hotel not working?" Yunqing has been waiting for Mo ShaoQing for a while. He also didn't sleep well last night, and came to the dressing room early this morning.
"No, Mr. Yun, when do we start?"
Yun Qing frowned. He didn't like the appearance of his son not taking his body seriously, but he changed his mouth to: "Your state..."
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine. After finishing the makeup, I will go to the runway with you." Although Mo ShaoQing can't wait to fly across the country at the moment, he also values this job opportunity.
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 celebrities, and media reporters will gather in this international metropolis from all over the world.
Then show their skills in front of the camera to lay the foundation for the clothing sponsorship for the next year.
Unlike celebrity buyers who wandered around the major shows and watched the show, Mo ShaoQing took on a difficult task.
*****
After Mo Shao Qing put on makeup, she followed Yun Qing to the booth set up by Bérangère.
At this time, there were already many male models in the backstage making up and preparing to play. Seeing Yun Qing's arrival, they all greeted him respectfully.
Mo ShaoQing first realized Yun Qing, a Chinese in this fashion circle.
As soon as the two left, the male models who had just been working independently immediately unified the front and came together.
A male model asked enthusiastically: "Who is this man?"
"Are you new here? You don't look very good!"
"Oh, just a yellow pig, Chinese!" a male model sneered.
"Julian, do you know who he is?"
"A little star who didn't know where it came from!" The man named Julian adjusted his clothes.
"Enough, Julian, don't say anything, I heard that Mr. Yun and Mr. Berenger value him very much!" Someone tried to ease the atmosphere, but it didn't make sense.
Another male model disdainfully said: "Why? Is he going to walk the show with us?"
"I think it might be Mr. Yun's little lover~"
It's no secret that the chief designer of luxury goods has a male model as a little lover in the circle.
Several people looked at each other and then smiled unkindly.
"So what! He doesn't necessarily have the ability to go through a complete show! Maybe he will fall, and then return home crying!"
"Hahahahaha!" Everyone laughed badly.
It turns out that men are no worse than women when they gossip.
This time, Bérangère's stage is built in a gray style, and the whole stage has a different-dimensional feeling. Bunches of bright lights are scattered on the stage, creating a feeling of light and shadow. Not only that, there is also a circle of fountains in the center of the stage, and when people walk by, a curtain of rain will flow straight down.
The catwalk officially began, and the male models walked around the periphery of the stage in a cold summer costume.
"At that time, I will arrange for Romeo to go with you, so you don't have to worry." Yun Qing reminded him, calling Mo ShaoQing back to reality.
Mo ShaoQing realized that he was holding his pants tightly with both hands, he was already soaked.
He smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, thank you."
"It's okay." Yun Qing took out a handkerchief uncontrollably and handed it to Mo ShaoQing: "Wipe your sweat, kid, you look nervous."
"En." 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 venue and handed him to a model tutor.
"Although there are only a few days of preparation, I hope you can show enough ability to make everyone feel that you are qualified for this job." After all, the male model circle is a cruel reality that Yun Qing hopes his son will know.
But he was afraid that Mo ShaoQing would be under pressure, and then added: "Mo Nell is a retired male supermodel. You don't have to worry about him."
Said it is a training venue, it is actually a big dance classroom with mirrors on all sides. In front of the mirrors there are handrails 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 not at the level of a first-class handsome guy, is entirely Chinese people's perception of the supermodel's face, with very thin and sunken cheeks, lean and tall body, without a trace of fat.
However, Yun Qing said he was thirty-five years old, but Mo ShaoQing felt that he was only twenty-seven and eighty-eight. Not only that, but when his silver-gray eyes looked directly at people, people would still feel a kind of qi. Field stuff.
Mo ShaoQing saw Yun Qing seem to be talking to him, using F Mandarin that he had never involved. Monel frowned first, as if to deny something, then seemed to be persuaded by Yun Qing, reluctantly agreeing.
"Okay, I'll leave you to him and study hard."
"Thank you, Mr. Yun." Mo ShaoQing only regarded Yunqing as a respect for his work. After all, he completely called a newcomer to the show and destroyed the stage. He also has an inescapable responsibility.
But Mo ShaoQing is really grateful to the designer who is responsible for treating herself like Yun Qing and also finding a teacher for herself. So this thank you is the most sincere sentence in the past few days.
Mo ShaoQing was looking forward to supermodel Monel's teaching, but he didn't expect that the first sentence he came up would pour cold water on him.
"You'resofat."
Mo ShaoQing didn't know what to respond to for a while, what about "hehe"? Or "sorry, stained your eyes"?
Fortunately, Monel did not continue to embarrass him, but just let him start walking.
Although Mo ShaoQing is not a serious model, he still pays attention to manners when he walks on the stage and the red carpet.
He thought he was in good condition and took a few steps, but after only a few steps, he was stopped.
Then, unsurprisingly, he was severely criticized by Monel.
In the end, Monell said coldly as a summary: "As an audience, you need to pay attention to your clothes, not your performance!"
Well, even if he walks well among ordinary people, he is still criticized as a performance...
"Relax, don't strain your face and arms. Look at the mirror in front of you!"
"It will make you face yourself!"
"NO, stop!"
.........
In this way, Mo ShaoQing was trained by the devil for a day.
Even so, Monell only expressed satisfaction a little, and gave him a paper full of dietary guidelines.
When he left, he felt that he could no longer walk.
Oh my God, wouldn't he become the poor Yan nationality who learned to walk in Handan?
The course was finally over, Mo ShaoQing took the order that Monell had opened, and waited dejectedly for Reza to pick him up.
Unexpectedly, the nanny car did come, but Yun Qing came.
Mo ShaoQing's body just relaxed and tightened again for an instant.
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