Qin Guan spread his hands in confusion. "Is it that difficult? If you want to hear their self-introduction, I can recite it. "
"I can also recite the details of the shooting locations and scenes..."
Before Qin Guan could finish his words, his colleagues sat up straight. What kind of intelligence is that? We all rely on our faces to make a living, yet you want to crush us with your IQ?
It was a good thing though. Their work would be much easier with Qin Guan's help. J connected the small TV on his desk to the screen. Let's go all out together.
The models were still taking part in the audition and leaving one by one. Unexpectedly, Qin Guan and the others had finished their work ahead of schedule.
In just half a day, the good-tempered and handsome Qin Guan had won everyone's favor. The atmosphere in the group became harmonious.
When Qin Guan was about to drive home, J, who had been captivated by his charm, took Qin Guan's hand and said goodbye to him in the parking lot reluctantly.
"Qin Guan, we must have been good friends in our previous lives..."
"Why do I like you so much? We'll be working together on the next show too … Hohoho … Aiya, I'm embarrassed."
J let go of Qin Guan's slender fingers after a long time. The black man, who was as tall as Qin Guan and had the same skin color as Coulibaly, was a sissy!
Before Qin Guan could shiver, J turned around and blew a kiss at Qin Guan. "See you next week, OK?"
Then she swayed her hips and left the parking lot in a coquettish manner. Qin Guan coughed twice in the car before he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
How exciting!
What is this? When Qin Guan went to the CW's American Top Model Competition again, he experienced J's power.
As a top model, Qin Guan's job was to train the beauties from all walks of life.
The person he worked with the most was J, who had to train at the same time. The work of these two people complemented each other, and neither could be dispensed with.
The group of young girls left their hometown and were allocated temporary dormitories in a big villa in the suburbs of New York. They would sleep together, eat together, receive all kinds of training together, and have the opportunity to work together in the competition.
They were competitors and friends at the same time.
As for these girls, they only had external conditions. Some of them didn't even know anything about the modeling industry. Naturally, they couldn't be called supermodels.
Someone had to train them, guide them and teach them all the knowledge related to modeling.
Qin Guan and J were standing in the CW's "Top Model" studio, having their first training session with the eight girls.
The white, U-shaped catwalk was very spacious. Qin Guan guessed that it was big enough for a Fashion Week show.
The design of the studio was similar to that of a fashion show. It was a highly realistic simulation, which was perfect for beginners to familiarize themselves with the working environment.
The eight girls who had been selected were a little nervous. They wore the same swimsuits distributed by the working group and stood on the T stage, trembling.
Qin Guan frowned as soon as they appeared, while J jumped up in an exaggerated manner.
Pounding his chest and stamping his feet, he shouted with an exaggerated expression, "How could you do this? I'm doubting the judgment of the judges!
"What are you guys doing huddling in the corner like quails?! Are Qin Guan and J tigers? Shouldn't you pounce on us like you did when you first saw us? "
J is really good at sticking gold to his face. All the other models are pouncing on Qin Guan. No one has ever pounced on you before.
Speaking up to this point, J swung the pointer in his hand. "Walk up and down the stage with your chests out!"
One by one! Da, da, da! 1，2，3，4！”
Qin Guan observed the girls carefully. The American girls, who had plucked up their courage on the stage, suddenly became excited when they realized that Qin Guan was observing them.
Some girls, led by D and M, were the unrestrained representatives. They would shake their chests, wiggle their buttocks, flip their hair, and throw flirtatious glances at Qin Guan. They would do anything they could to stop him.
The girls led by L and S were shy, nervous and helpless. They walked past Qin Guan at the same time.
Among the eight girls, Ah Boni was the only one who was calm. She walked stiffly, but she was not affected by Qin Guan. She was a lesbian.
Before Qin Guan could finish his analysis, a black arm fell on his shoulder. J complained in the softest voice.
"Aiyaya, your influence is too great … Oh, my heart is about to break."
"But that's fine too. Under the influence of your charm, only a real model can walk through their shows without a change in expression!"
"No wonder the TV program made such an arrangement. They are really good at playing!"
Qin Guan patted the hand on his shoulder and pinched it down with two fingers. "They're done. Why don't you go first?" he reminded Sissy. Or should I? "
J blinked his eyes playfully. If this action was done by a 14 or 15-year-old girl, it would be considered cute. But for J, whose eyes were bulging like a frog's, it was a frightening action.
He reminded Qin Guan with the most frightened expression in the world, "You go first!"
Feeling relieved, Qin Guan stepped onto the stage in a few strides. If he stayed with J any longer, he might lose his sanity.
"Regardless of whether you have been a model or not, your manners and steps are not standard. You can't even get a job on a catwalk like this."
As soon as Qin Guan finished his words, the girls pursed their lips. This was the first time in their lives that these girls, who were all outstanding beauties in their respective hometowns, were belittled like this.
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