Among the four of them, Mr. He was an old editor of Models Magazine. He was waiting for his retirement to come.
The youngest one was from the Figure Photography Association. He had been sent there as a vanguard. The other two were an assistant director of a commercial, and the other was an assistant professor of the Fashion Institute. Both of them had come to get their appearance fees.
After the preliminary round, the judges who would take over the final round would be more important than them. As coolies, it was better for them to save as much as possible.
The remaining two were dispirited. They took the information of the female models and familiarized themselves with them, while Professor He and the young photographer were in charge of the male models.
They quickly marked their numbers according to the information given by their assistants. That day's work was done.
It was a sunny Saturday, August 14, 1999. That day was Qin Guan's preliminary round. Sister Xue went to his school early to pick him up and they went to the venue.
The preliminary round of the New Face Competition was held at a modeling school. Two runway training fields had been temporarily transformed into venues for the preliminary round.
Following the signs, Sister Xue and Qin Guan soon found the reception desk for the male model competition. The assistant sat at the desk and asked as usual, "Name of the contestant?"
"Qin Guan."
The young assistant pointed at the name form and looked at it one by one. "Found it. Here it is. Qin Guan, number 21. Take your number and put it on."
"Male models, take your clothes and go to the backstage to get ready. Unrelated people, please wait outside. When the judges call your number, you can go on stage. That's basically it. Any questions? "
Qin Guan shook his head to show that he understood. The young assistant called the next contestant.
Sister Xue pulled Qin Guan aside and handed him a big bag of clothes. Before leaving, she didn't forget to tell him, "Don't be nervous. Just try your best! Come on! "
Qin Guan smiled brightly. "I might not be able to do anything else. Don't worry about being nervous." Then he waved at her and went backstage.
The backstage of the male model competition was very simple. There were a few folding chairs for people to rest on. Everyone placed their bags on the ground and changed their clothes in the open space.
The entire backstage was now a sea of bare chests, backs, and thighs. This was because the process of the competition was very simple. It was a competition of everyone's physical condition (height, weight, three measurements, shoulder width, body size, shoulder-hip width ratio) and beauty assessment (talent, intelligence, appearance, skin, body shape, health).
To put it simply, the first round was a competition of face and figure.
As soon as he took off his T-shirt, the atmosphere around him turned cold. Another formidable opponent had appeared!
When he put on his swimming trunks behind the curtain, his thighs were exposed. There was no one around him.
No one wanted to get close to him. Fortunately, the preliminary round was done one by one. If it was the regional finals and they started off as a group, the people on both sides of him wouldn't be able to live.
As more and more models gathered backstage, the two judges in front of the stage were ready. Mr. He casually picked up the documents and bumped hands with the photographer on his right. He then nodded to the assistant on the side, indicating that they could begin.
Light music started playing. The host announced, "Contestant No.1, Li Xiaoguang, please come on stage. Contestant No.2, Wang Shuang, please get ready."
Mr. He and the cameraman brought the information of contestant number one to them. His height and weight were registered at a glance. They didn't pay attention to the professional data. Instead, they focused on the swimsuit exhibition. In a model competition, one's figure had to be pleasing to the eye.
Contestant No.1 had already walked to the front of the T stage. His steps were steady, and his basic skills were quite solid. Unfortunately, it was like playing the lute to a cow. The two judges were in the print magazine industry and the photographer, so they focused on the appearance.
"This model's crotch is a little wide."
"Yes, according to human proportions, he is just a little taller. If he was an ordinary person, he would be a water gourd man."
"So it's decided? Or not? "
"Yes, it's decided. Or not?"
With a few words, the two of them drew a red cross on Contestant Number One's information and casually threw it into the scrapped box.
The first contestant had just returned backstage. He didn't know that in just a few steps, he had been eliminated by the two judges outside the venue.
"Contestant No.2, please get ready. Contestant No.3, please get ready..."
Following the host's announcement, the contestants filed out one by one. The two judges kept commenting on the contestants.
"Wow, this one is not bad. He has a good figure."
"What do you mean? Professor He, look at his pancake face. He has no edges. Such a model will never become popular."
"But this is just the preliminary competition. We have to leave 30 contestants for the final. Don't be too strict."
"You're right. Let's wait and see if there are not enough contestants."
"Okay." Contestant No.2, please get ready. "
When Contestant No.20 walked onto the stage, the host finally called Qin Guan's number. "Contestant No.21, please get ready, Qin Guan."
Qin Guan looked back at Contestant No.22, who was one meter behind him. Smiling, he turned around and walked onto the stage.
His smile made Contestant No.22 sad. This is bullying! Why should I go on the stage after him?
Contestant No.22 was a rising star of New Silk Road. Although he had just signed a contract with the agency, he was the most outstanding male model with his angular face. His performance was also very good.
His agent, who was also his cousin, had been optimistic about his future, so he had signed up for Contestant No.22 to gain some experience.
If a model could win a small domestic award, he or she would be promoted to a B-level model without a doubt. When the tide rose, he would be able to get a lot of advertisements and endorsements.
The model was dreaming. Who could have known that Qin Guan, the white horse, would appear in the competition? He was not even a dark horse. A dark horse had appeared unexpectedly, but a white horse like Qin Guan was demonstrating his strength.
Contestant No.22 was depressed backstage. Qin Guan had already walked to the front of the T stage. The two judges were staring at him in a daze.
"Hey, Xiao Chen, is he a newcomer?"
"It's hard to say. I think he looks familiar."
"This guy's body is not inferior to the models we've photographed in our Models magazine!"
"Professor He, I remember now. He was a model for one of the top ten photographers in our photo contest. I was wondering why he looked so familiar. Let me tell you, that person's photo was so smart that the photographer won the award for his photo. "
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