Chapter 72
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Professor He flipped through Qin Guan's information. He was 186 cm tall (Qin Guan had grown by one centimeter in the past six months), which was not the highest height, but the standard.
Age: 19, not old. What? A college student not majoring in modeling? He's from the University of Finance and Economics? I have to pay attention to that.
Who said that models had low academic qualifications? Wasn't there a special case?
When Qin Guan returned backstage, the cameraman was still staring at him in a daze.
"Look at his figure! It's the perfect golden ratio. His shoulders, waistline, and hipbone are perfect. Maybe I should ask him to try out my next work. "
Professor He pushed the cameraman to come back to his senses. "Let's talk about the competition first. Did you pass?"
Photographer Chen nodded heavily. "Of course, pass!"
When Qin Guan got off the stage, No. 22 walked out with his head held high. Mr. He and Cameraman Chen raised their heads to look and started to discuss the situation.
"Not bad. Something is strange about him."
"He's shorter than No. 21. His waist is thicker, and his feet and head are bigger."
Number 22 walked forward with tears in his eyes. Two judges, can you please comment in silence? The venue is so spacious that I can hear you. I'm so sad.
As soon as the 22nd turned back, his fate was decided in such a hasty manner.
"Overall, he's not bad. He's not bad compared to the other contestants."
"Nothing serious. I don't know. I don't feel anything. Let's wait and see."
Compared to Qin Guan, a good young man who could have passed the competition had been mercilessly sent to the waiting list. No. 22 entered the backstage with a sad heart and saw Qin Guan putting on his pants.
He walked up to Qin Guan angrily, narrowing his eyes. The hostile atmosphere attracted the attention of the surrounding models.
"Hey, No. 22 is going to get even with No. 21."
"Why?"
"He's unlucky. He has to go on the stage after No. 21."
"Oh."
After getting the answer, the crowd looked meaningfully at 21 and 22, who were staring at each other.
Qin Guan buttoned his jeans and put on his T-shirt. "What's up?"
No. 22 stared at him. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Y City," Qin Guan answered unconsciously.
"I'm asking you which company you're from."
"New Silk Road."
"Impossible!" No. 22 was about to explode. "I'm from New Silk Road, too. Why haven't I seen you before?"
The gossipy crowd became even more excited. "What's going on? "Are you from the same company?" "Yes. They don't know each other."
Qin Guan was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
Qin Guan was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Panting was the most annoying thing.
If Qin Guan had been a newcomer, No. 22 wouldn't have been there to help him. If Qin were in New Guan's Qin Silk Road, it, and Guan would be the competition.
To think that he had already boasted in front of his agent that the Division Championship would be a piece of cake for him. What was this? No. 22 felt that his face was a little swollen from the slap.
Qin Guan tidied up his clothes and put his bag aside. Walking around No. 22, he asked the assistant backstage, "Can I leave after the competition? When will the results of the preliminary round be out? "
The assistant answered carefully, "The results will be out on the same day. You can do whatever you want after the competition. You can come back to see the results."
"Oh, also, for the contestants who passed the preliminary round, the organizing committee will also send a notice of the division finals. You just need to follow the time and address on the notice to participate in the finals."
Qin Guan nodded. The rules were clear. Then he was about to leave.
Number 22 was ignored by Hua Li.
No. 22 was like an angry rooster. He shouted at Qin Guan angrily, "You have no manners!"
"He's talking to you! How can you ignore him? "
"I'm telling you, I'm also a model from New Silk Road. I'm your senior!
"Do they even know how to respect their seniors in this day and age?"
The more Number 22 spoke, the more agitated he became. His embarrassment turned into anger, and the little blow to his confidence made him wave his arms, making him look even more like a little rooster.
Carrying his backpack, Qin Guan let out a helpless sigh. Young people are always impatient. (Come on! You're only 19!)
He shrugged at Number 22 and said insincerely, "Nice to meet you, Senior." Then, he added, "So?" to add fuel to the fire.
F * ck you! No. 22 was about to explode. He wanted to show Qin Guan why the flowers were so red.
Qin Guan continued, "Do you have a problem with that? The results of the competition speak for themselves. One must be polite. These words were said by you, Senior. "
Qin Guan's words pierced No. 22's heart. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on a rooster's head.
Trembling, he wanted to say something, but Qin Guan walked out before he could figure out what to say. He was left alone in the empty backstage, surrounded by people like he was performing in an opera.
No. 22 looked around, picked up his bag quickly, and went into the fitting room. He hadn't changed out of his underwear yet. Wait and see, you bastard! I'll kill you!
Qin Guan looked relaxed. The preliminary round was more casual than he had imagined. The rough competition suited his taste. Sister Xue was still nervous in the corridor. When she saw Qin Guan stroll out of the room, she took a closer look at his relaxed face and felt at ease.
Qin Guan told Sister Xue about the arrangements for the following competition. He patted his head and told her about the farce with No. 22 backstage.
Sister Xue sneered, "Just listen to me. Don't worry about the competition. That young model can't do anything to you. He'll be in trouble. "
Qin Guan was curious about Sister Xue's confidence. "Why?" he asked curiously. Sister Xue, you're a thick thigh. I've clung to you by accident. "
Sister Xue poked Qin Guan's head with disappointment. "You bastard! I told you to put your heart and soul into the modeling industry, but you didn't listen.
Professor Li is your thick thigh! "
"Professor Li?"
"Yes! Professor Li. "
"Isn't she a teacher at the Fashion Institute?"
Sister Xue was so angry that she burst into laughter. She patted Qin Guan's back. "You're a teacher! You've been studying with her for so long, but she's the only one you know! " “
Pah! Pah! Pah! "He was beaten again.
PS: A book recommended by a friend? A Monster Immortal Group? A little thin, but not bad.
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