Volume 73: The Enemy of Destiny

After Mr. He heard this, he flipped through Qin Guan's information: Height 186cm (Qin Guan has grown by 1cm in half a year) is not the height, but the standard.

Age: 19 years old, not too old, huh? The college students are not majoring in modeling, but they are still in the University of Finance and Economics! Pay attention to this.

Who says models have low education? Isn't there a special case?

When Qin Guan walked backstage, the photographer surnamed Chen was still watching him obsessively.

"Look at his figure, the perfect golden ratio of the human body, the shoulders, waistline, and hip bones are so perfect. Maybe I should ask him to try my next work!"

Teacher He gave the photographer a push to bring him back to his senses, and reminded him: "Let's talk about the competition first, pass?"

Chen Photography nodded heavily: "Must, pass!"

When Qin Guan finished, No. 22 walked out with his head held high. Teacher He and Chen Photography looked up, and chattered at the bottom.

"It's not bad. I always feel that something is weird?"

"Shorter legs than size 21, thicker waist, bigger feet and head"

The 22nd is walking forward with tears hanging from the noodles, the two judges and teachers, can you comment quietly? This venue is so empty, I heard it, so sorry 555.

When the 22nd turned back, his fate was hastily decided in this way.

"Overall, it's not bad. Compared with the previous ones, it's still good."

"Well, it's nothing serious, I can't tell, I don't feel it, it's to be determined."

A five-good young man who could have passed, was ruthlessly put into the pending seat after being compared with Qin Guan. On the 22nd, he entered the backstage with a heartbeat, and saw Qin Guan who was wearing trousers at a glance.

He walked up to Qin Guan aggressively, squinted his eyes, and the tense atmosphere immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding models.

"Hey, the 22nd is going to settle accounts with the 21st."

"Why?"

"It's unlucky for him to play after the 21st."

"oh"

The crowd who got the answer looked meaningfully at the two twenty-one and twenty-two who were staring at each other.

Qin Guan buttoned up his jeans and asked while putting on a T-shirt on his head, "What's the matter?"

No. 22 stared and asked, "Where is it?"

Qin Guan replied subconsciously: "From City Y!"

"I'm asking which company you are from!"

"New Silk Road"

"Impossible!" Number 22 exploded! "I'm also from New Silk Road, why have I never seen you before?!"

The surrounding gossip crowd became even more excited, "What's the situation? It's from a company?"

Qin looked at No. 22 with a rather excited expression, and slowly spit out two words: "Affiliate."

The person opposite is so angry that his lungs are about to explode. The most annoying and out of breath talking.

Qin Guanyao is also a newcomer to the New Silk Road, and on the 22nd knew that he was going to participate in the competition, so he didn't come to be a green leaf to accompany him. However, Qin Guan is outside the system, and these two people are going to face off with real swords and guns.

Fortunately, he has already boasted a lot in front of his agent, saying that the champion of the divisional competition is easy to catch, what is this? Number 22 felt that his face was a little swollen and he had been beaten.

Qin Guan tidied up his clothes, put his bag aside, bypassed No. 22, and asked the assistant in the backstage: "Can those who finish the competition leave the field for a rest? When will the results of the preliminary competition be announced?"

The little assistant explained to Qin Guan very carefully: "The results of the preliminary round will be released on the same day. After the competition, the contestants can move freely. Just look at the results of the preliminary round."

"Oh, and, if the contestants pass the preliminary round, our organizing committee will also send out a notice for the finals of the sub-competition area. Just follow the time and address on the list to participate in the finals."

Qin nodded his head, the rules are quite clear, and then he planned to pack his bags and leave.

Number 22 has been flamboyantly ignored.

Number 22 was like a rooster with its feathers blown out, and angrily shouted at Qin Guan: "Are you still polite?"

"Someone is talking to you! How can you just ignore it!"

"Let me tell you, I am also a model of New Silk Road, and I am still your senior!"

"Do you still know what it means to respect seniors these days!"

The more No. 22 talked, the more excited he became, a little bit of embarrassment turned into anger, and a little bit of confidence hit him, making him wave his arms, looking more like a little rooster.

Qin Guan carried the bag on his back, and sighed helplessly, he was young, but he just couldn't hold his breath. (Please, your actual age is only 19)

He spread his hands and shrugged at No. 22, and said insincerely, "Hello, senior." Then he added fuel to the fire with another "so?"

So, so your grandma! The 22nd is about to explode, let Qin Guan know why the flowers are so popular!

Qin Guan went on to say: "Any opinion? The performance of the competition is what you talk about. Be polite. This is what you said, senior."

On the 22nd, Qin Guan's words stabbed his little heart, as if pouring a bucket of cold water on a little rooster, his liver trembled.

He was trembling and whizzing about to say something, but before he could figure out how to use a sentence, Qin Guan walked out. Leaving him alone in the empty backstage was surrounded by people watching like singing an opera.

Looking around on the 22nd, he quickly picked up his bag and went into the dressing room. The underpants hadn't been changed yet. Brat, just wait and see! I can't kill you!

Qin Guan had a relaxed expression on his face. This preliminary competition was more casual than he had imagined, and the rough and rough competition suited his appetite. Sister Xue was still nervous in the corridor outside the venue, seeing Qin Guan strolling out, and taking a closer look at Qin Guan's relaxed face, her heart suddenly felt at ease.

Qin Guan roughly talked to Sister Xue about the arrangement of the follow-up competition, and patted his head by the way, and told Sister Xue about the farce between him and No. 22 in the background.

After hearing this, Sister Xue sneered: "You listen to me, just feel free to participate in the competition, this little model has nothing to do with you, if he dares to make dirty tricks? He's a good looker."

Hey, Qin Guan heard Sister Xue's confident words, and asked curiously: "What? Sister Xue, you have big thick legs, and I hugged them inadvertently?"

Sister Xue poked Qin Guan's head bitterly: "You son of a bitch! Usually you are told to put your heart into the modeling business, but you don't listen."

"Ms. Li is your big thick leg!"

"Teacher Li?"

"Yes! It's Teacher Li."

"Isn't Mr. Li a teacher at the School of Fashion?"

Sister Xue laughed angrily when she heard Qin Guan's words, and slapped Qin Guan's back: "I let you be the teacher! I let you study with her for so long, you know the identity of Teacher Li! "

'Crack, crack, crack, crack'... Another beating.

ps: A book recommended by a friend? Yaoxian chat group? A little thin but not bad