The leader of the club was a tall and thin young man who looked like a bamboo pole with long legs. He had an old face and deliberately youthful clothes, making him look like a college student who had repeated a grade many times.
He had a DSLR camera around his neck, and his sharp eyes saw Zhang Zian and Zhuang Xiaodie. He gave a look to the boys under him. They ignored the girls who were working hard to pose and surrounded the two of them.
"Why are you so late? Everyone is waiting for you!" The leader said loudly and looked up and down at Zhuang Xiaodie. "But the clothes and makeup are in place, so it's fine if you're late. Everyone won't blame you. Go and pose!"
Zhang Zian listened and was confused.
He looked at the young man carefully and felt that his face was familiar, but he still couldn't remember his name.
However, the people he used to find familiar didn't seem to find him familiar. From the tone of this young man, he seemed to know him?
Not only was he confused, but Zhuang Xiaodie was also confused. She knew that Zhang Zian knew the president of the photography club named Luo Qingyu in reality, but he shouldn't know him in the dream world. Was there a loophole?
Zhang Zian rushed forward, grabbed Luo Qingyu's arm, and asked excitedly, "Do you know …"
Luo Qingyu hurriedly covered his mouth, pretending to be intimate with him, put his arm around his shoulder, pulled him aside, and whispered, "My friend, please cooperate with me. Our club is making a film, but the quality of the cosplayers we invited is not very good. The only one with good quality is not very professional. If this goes on, it will affect my prestige as the president … So do me a favor, I'll pay for your trouble!"
Zhang Zian said, "… How much for your hard work?"
Luo Qingyu stretched out a palm. "50 yuan."
"Are you dreaming?"
Even if Zhang Zian didn't understand the market, he knew that Zhuang Xiaodie was a beautiful woman with a stunning Han costume. The appearance fee for a friendly appearance was more than 50 yuan.
Is 50 yuan a beggar to get rid of?
Was it enough for her to do hair, makeup, skin care, prepare clothes, and take a taxi?
"Then how much do you want?" Luo Qingyu spread his hands helplessly. "I am still a poor student. I don't have much money …"
"I'm not interested. I can't accompany you."
Zhang Zian waved his hand and refused.
"Don't … do me a favor, big brother …" Luo Qingyu's disappointment was evident. A cosplayer of Zhuang Xiaodie's level was hard to come by. How could he let her go so easily?
Luo Qingyu was disappointed, but Zhang Zian was even more disappointed. It was not easy for them to meet someone they seemed to know, but the other party was too friendly. Who could they reason with?
Although they deliberately avoided other people when they talked, Zhuang Xiaodie gave herself extraordinary hearing ability, and she still heard their conversation. She couldn't help but be speechless, and she was worried for nothing.
Before Luo Qingyu could continue to pester them, a man who looked like a priest walked out of the church, coughed softly, and said, "Children, your energetic voices make God feel very gratified, but there is a group of people in this church who are having a meeting. Could you please move to another place for a while?"
The priest was in his forties and wore a black robe. He was gentle and polite, and his face was full of smiles.
Luo Qingyu immediately showed a look of dissatisfaction. It was not easy for him to organize an outing, and he happened to meet a beauty like Zhuang Xiaodie. Of course, he did not want to give up the church door that was used as a free background.
Zhang Zian looked into the church and saw many men and women in their fifties and sixties, and even younger, sitting in the church. They also looked back at Luo Qingyu with dissatisfaction.
Other people walked into the church one after another, and the priest smiled and greeted them one by one.
"Why do you want us to go? Does this land belong to you? "Luo Qingyu asked.
Zhang Zian felt ashamed for him. They were standing on the stone steps of the church door, and they actually had the face to ask if this land belonged to the church?
"It is indeed under the jurisdiction of this church." The priest smiled and nodded.
Luo Qingyu was not convinced and wanted to argue again. One of his boys quietly pulled his clothes and whispered, "The girls seem to have a lot of opinions. They don't want to shoot anymore …"
It turned out that Luo Qingyu and the other boys had originally praised the girls in charge of cosplay, praising them for their beauty and professionalism. As a result, when Zhuang Xiaodie came, they were left to the side. Wasn't this too realistic?
The fickleness of the world made them feel that they had been greatly insulted. Even if they wanted to lie to themselves, they couldn't. They all quit.
Zhang Zian was demanding an exorbitant price. He couldn't deal with Zhuang Xiaodie, and there was a fire in his backyard. Luo Qingyu felt overwhelmed and couldn't care less about arguing with the priest. He quickly ran to stop the girls.
"Everyone, don't go! Misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! "He shouted as he ran, and the heavy SLR camera hung back and forth on his thin neck.
Zhang Zian didn't want to continue to entangle with this kind of person. When he left, Zhang Zian gave Zhuang Xiaodie a look, meaning that they should continue to move forward.
Zhuang Xiaodie nodded in agreement.
Unexpectedly, the priest suddenly took a step forward and blocked the way.
"We are not with them."
Zhang Zian thought that the priest had misunderstood that the two of them were in cahoots with Luo Qingyu and quickly explained.
The priest did not look at him or Zhuang Xiaodie, but at the black-and-white kitten not far behind them. He said with concern, "This kitten, is it your pet?"
The black-and-white kitten had been following them, sometimes far, sometimes close, but it kept following them, constantly catching butterflies, including when they were at the seaside. However, at this time, Zhuang Xiaodie had become the center of attention, and people often ignored its existence.
It seemed a little tired. The black-and-white kitten stopped catching butterflies and squatted a dozen steps away, looking at the priest with burning eyes.
"Uh … I guess so."
Zhang Zian wanted to explain his relationship with this kitten, but he felt that it was too troublesome to explain, so he simply admitted it.
"It's a cute kitten … If so, please hold it or hold it, lest it get lost." The priest looked away and suggested casually.
"Lost … What's wrong?" Zhang Zian heard that the priest's tone was a bit strange. He wondered that although the priests were kind, weren't they too concerned? Were they worried that a kitten might get lost?
The priest's eyes were cold, and he pondered for a moment before saying, "… In fact, there have been repeated cat abuse incidents in the vicinity. I can't bear to see such a cute kitten being poisoned. It is against the benevolence of God, so I specifically reminded you."
"Oh."
Zhang Zian suddenly realized that this was the case.
Zhuang Xiaodie frowned and suddenly interjected. "Is the cat abuse incident very serious?"
The priest smiled slightly. "Child, don't worry. I have reported the incident to the American church members. I believe they will soon come to solve such incidents."
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