Qin Guan and his roommates were curious. They asked Liu Xiaoyang, "What do you want the leg of lamb for?"
Liu Xiaoyang answered proudly, "I bought it for someone else. You were right. I made new friends during the winter vacation."
When his roommates heard this, they became interested. "Hey, tell me, what's going on?"
Liu Xiaoyang shared his journey of making friends with them. "At first, I followed my parents to pay New Year's greetings to all the families in the courtyard. I got to talk to the kids who didn't talk much before."
"Don't look down on me just because I'm young, but I'm still a university student, right? I got along well with some of them, and we became good friends after a while. "
"One of my friends heard that I had a roommate in the northwest, so he asked me to buy the leg of lamb for him. His grandfather was a native of the northwest, so he wanted to eat authentic dried lamb. "
"Didn't I ask for Third Brother's help?"
Everyone nodded. That sounded like a reliable friend, so they asked, "Why don't you bring them to our dormitory when you're free? Hey, what do they do?"
Liu Xiaoyang introduced them proudly, "They're awesome. One is a forensic doctor, the other is a psychiatrist, and the last one is majoring in intelligence at a military school."
Everyone in the dormitory dispersed to do whatever they were supposed to do.
Could this child make some reliable friends? The three of them could form a team to solve a difficult case. The world of geniuses was indeed incomprehensible to ordinary people.
Liu Xiaoyang was still confused. He shouted at the others, "Hey, don't go! I'll tell you what an autopsy is like..."
Nobody wanted to hear about corpses. They ran further away.
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Qin Guan was busy at the beginning of the semester. He made a basic plan for himself. In the second half of the freshman year, the professional courses would start one after another, and he would spend most of his time on them.
In the second year, Qin Guan would take the exam in advance. There was still one year to go, so he could take it slowly.
Qin Guan would take the CET 6 exam at that time. Memorizing words was a slow job.
Qin Guan's study time was full.
He had to give up the small part-time job, as Sister Xue would arrange a part-time job for him on the weekends.
The promotional part-time job that he had found was not cost-effective, so he ended it decisively.
Finally, only Huang Jiajia's tutoring was left. The time was reasonable, and the income was not low. Let's keep it.
On the first weekend of school, Sister Xue contacted the shirt manufacturer. At the same place, they took the first advertisement poster for the whole year.
Qin Guan arrived at the studio in Chaoyang Park. The same photographer had been working for him last time. When he saw Qin Guan enter, he gave him an encouraging hug.
The photographer had already submitted the photos from last time to the organizing committee of the figure photography competition.
All the results will be announced after the preliminary examination. Qin Guan returned a kind smile. He always respected people who devoted themselves to art.
The manufacturer of J shirts attached great importance to this shoot. As a boss with ideals and ambitions, he did not intend to sell his shirts over the phone forever.
He also hoped that his shirts would be able to expand their sales in an upright manner and enter the shopping mall. Qin Guan had given him such an opportunity.
The effect of the previous poster was too good. The target audience of these advertisements were the middle-aged women in supermarkets and shopping malls.
When the housewives saw Qin Guan's bright smile on the shirt advertisement, they automatically included their children in it.
Wow, the pink shirt looks good on his skin. Look at how spirited he is! The texture looks good too. Wow, it's so cheap! It's a special price of 60 yuan. I have to buy it!
The middle-aged women had long forgotten their sons' rough skin, dark complexion and honest figure.
Every mother thought that her son was as handsome as the models on the posters.
As a result, the sales phone of J shirts almost exploded with calls.
The boss was very excited, as if his dream had come true. In a spurt of energy, he hired a design graduate from the Capital Institute of Fashion Design. He rented a formal office near Chaoyang Park and a large warehouse in the suburbs. Of course, he also signed a long-term contract with a shirt manufacturer in the south.
He staked everything on one throw. He wanted to use all the profits to make his shirt a formal brand.
That was why he came to the shoot with the designer. He found Sister Xue solemnly.
They started arguing over the contract. When Qin Guan changed into his first set of clothes, they finally reached an agreement.
Qin Guan's fee had been increased from 3,000 yuan to 5,000 yuan. He had to take two more sets of photos. In the future, he would be the only model in the full-page advertisement.
When the lights came on, Qin Guan walked into the hall in his first shirt. The designer was excited to see her own shirt for the first time.
This shirt was a spring youth collection. It was a white shirt with three-quarter sleeves that were rolled up, and there were lace decorations at the collar and hem. It represented the first ray of sunshine in spring.
Of course, that was just the designer's idea. The boss only cared about the design.
As soon as Qin Guan walked onto the stage, everyone felt at ease. Qin Guan sat on the edge of the wooden window frame and stepped out of the window.
The mottled sunlight shone on Qin Guan's body, making him look like a shadow.
Qin Guan leaned his shoulder into the window, putting his whole body in the direction of the photographer's lens. The photographer was very excited. He pressed the shutter like crazy to capture Qin Guan's warm smile.
"Okay! Change your pose! Let's do it again! "The photographer put away the camera and signaled Qin Guan to change his pose.
Qin Guan withdrew his foot from the window and sat on the windowsill with his legs together. He leaned against the windowsill with his arms supporting his body. His eyes were empty, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up. He seemed to be smiling at the camera attentively.
The photographer felt a rush of warmth. Qin Guan smiled gently and attentively at the camera, which made people feel intoxicated by him.
The shoot went smoothly. Two minutes later, the shoot was over.
While everyone was looking at the photos, Qin Guan went to change to the second set of photos.
The boss of the J shirts was very satisfied with the results. He was not well-educated, so he couldn't say any elegant words. However, he knew beauty and ugliness, so he knew whether his customers would buy it or not.
When Qin Guan put on the second shirt, the designer started to get nervous. It was her most meticulous work.
When Qin Guan walked onto the stage, everyone realized that the light green shirt was mysterious.
The light shone through the shirt, and the underlining of the shirt was clearly displayed in front of everyone. Under the penetrating light, dandelions floated slowly on the shirt as if they were about to fly.
The designer explained her idea to Qin Guan excitedly, "This shirt fits the theme of spring tightly. It shows the vigorous vitality of spring, pregnant with infinite vitality!"
The photographer looked at the confused Qin Guan and said, "Ignore her. Just listen to me. It's not that complicated. Just show the feeling of nothingness."
What is that feeling of nothingness? Brother, sister, do you dare to speak human language?
Sister Xue knew that Qin Guan was in trouble. She thought for a while, gritting her teeth. Then she waved at Qin Guan. Qin Guan walked up to her, and she whispered in his ear for a while.
Qin Guan shook his head and asked doubtfully, "I'm good at this. Will it work? Isn't it a bit funny? "
Sister Xue pushed him onto the stage. "Listen to me. Hurry up. Don't waste time."
Qin Guan had to walk to the center of the stage and do what Sister Xue had told him.
Qin Guan opened his arms, closed his eyes and relaxed his facial muscles. He tilted his head back slightly to make the pose for the photographer.
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