The host at the front desk had already started his exciting opening speech, and the participants had already taken their seats. The fashionable U-shaped stage gradually quieted down.
Shao walked to the front of the fashion group. Next to him was Ouyang Fen of the formal wear group.
The music started and the host's voice faded away. The backstage door opened slowly. Qin Guan walked out of the spacious white stage alone, barefooted.
Ethereal and distant clouds, bearing the dream of a green ocean.
The illusory city was full of blooming flowers.
There was only the rhythmic music and the dancing elves on the stage, bringing the clothes that mortals could not control to the people who could truly imagine the beauty of them.
The designer behind the stage, a man with a full beard, was covering his eyes backstage, crying uncontrollably.
Success! I will be invited to the Milan Fashion Week because of this year's Asian Mr. Award. My dream of working in the workshop for so many years is about to come true.
Fang Meiya, who was sitting closest to the stage, looked at Qin Guan with admiration. The only man who had escaped from her hands had become stronger.
Chang Jin, who was sitting next to her, didn't know about Qin Guan and Fang's past. He just noticed Fang's admiration for Qin Guan.
Oh no! Chang Jin looked carefully at Qin Guan, who was about to return to the backstage. Unlike any other male model, Qin Guan's beauty was beyond Chang Jin's imagination.
He took a peek at Fang Meiya. She looked back at him calmly. There was no surprise in her eyes, but a hint of regret.
Regret about what? Chang Jin didn't want to think about it. His animal instinct told him that Qin Guan was strong, but he wouldn't compete with him. Maybe he didn't care about the food in front of him.
As the music ended, Qin Guan's first show came to an end. He was ready to go backstage.
Shao Xiaobing, who was waiting backstage, stared at the most conspicuous spot in the audience through the open door of the backstage in a trance. There was his dream and the future he had dreamed of in the dead of night.
Qin Guan was getting closer and closer to Shao. Shao had mixed feelings as he looked at Qin Guan, who was approaching him like a king. Unconsciously, he moved his brown, hard-soled boots a little bit forward.
It was as if he had made a mistake in the rhythm. Among the experienced models, the choice of the nodes could be made as they pleased.
Ouyang Fen, who was about to get on the stage, knew that Shao was trying to steal the shot.
He stepped on the spot where Qin Guan was about to take his next step.
On the narrow stairs, he would have to lean back to avoid the kick, or he would be stepped on by the boots.
Either way, it would have a terrible impact on Qin Guan's final show.
The anger of the biggest sponsor of the ceremony, as well as the negative comments from 60% of Asian fashion pioneers and the media, would be enough to make Qin Guan lose the opportunity to win the championship and the market in the future.
Seeing this, Ouyang Fen moved. He didn't suddenly pounce on Shao Xiaobing to take him down with him. Instead, he used the speed of a leopard to kick Shao Xiaobing's other leg that was supporting his body.
"Ouyang! Hiss! "
The two groups of people lined up behind them had clearly seen what Shao Xiaobing had just done. However, they didn't say anything or offer any assistance out of the attitude of spectators towards their competitors.
The models who had followed Qin Guan to the end of the line were terrified. Qin Guan's mistake would make them lose confidence in New Silk Road.
At this time, Ouyang Fen, who had rushed out, was their savior. The youngest model's eyes were already filled with tears.
He hadn't reached the backstage yet, so he didn't lose his composure.
He only felt that Shao Xiaobing came out too fast. The next second, Shao Xiaobing stepped on his foot. At this time, he was caught unprepared and planned to take the kick.
Unfortunately, the scene was even better than Qin Guan had imagined. After kicking Shao hard, Ouyang ran back to his original position and ran out of the court.
Under the white lights, on the white stage, Ouyang Fen, who was dressed in a blue suit, only needed two steps to adjust the beat to a normal rhythm.
Clang clang clang! He stepped on the metal stairs, making it sound exceptionally moving and loud.
Coupled with his resolute face, it gave people an infinite visual impact.
Unfortunately, Shao, who was at the other door, lost his balance. His body tilted and rushed out from the back door. He knelt down on the other side of the stairs on one knee.
The shoe disappeared suddenly. Shao's head was lowered as he knelt down at the soles of Qin Guan's feet.
A sense of humiliation welled up in Shao's heart, as if he was submitting to the king who had defeated him.
'Ooh' Chirp chirp chirp …
Out of respect for the show, even if the model made a mistake, the audience did not make any noise or show any impoliteness.
Qin Guan kept his pace, not stopping for anything. He followed the rhythm of the music and disappeared into the backstage, never to be seen again.
Holding the stairs with both hands, Shao struggled to stand up. He was at least 10 beats behind Ouyang Fen. The members of the fashion group were waiting for him to move forward and make way for him.
The rhythm of the music wouldn't stop because of his mistake. Shao took two or three steps forward, planning to catch up with Ouyang Fen using his years of experience as a model.
He took a few steps forward with a joyful expression, only to find that Fang Meiya, whom he had been paying attention to the most, had suddenly revealed an extremely disappointed expression.
No! She was not the only one! The editor-in-chief of Asian Fashion also had the same look of disapproval on his face. The heads of the top Asian brands he had met or contacted also had the same look of disapproval on their faces.
What's wrong? What's wrong? Calmly dealing with the mistakes made during the show, automatically adjusting to the rhythm of the show, and perfectly coordinating with the pace of the show. Shouldn't this be praised?
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