The editor-in-chief of "Models" magazine was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. The vice president of the Figure Photography Association was a smiling old man. The principal of the modeling school that organized the competition was a charming woman. The rising fashion designer of China was Xie Feng.
When the host called number 20, Ouyang Fen turned around in front of Qin Guan with his chin held high. Qin Guan finally understood why Ouyang had shouted that he would teach Qin Guan a lesson the other day.
According to the order of the preliminary round, Qin Guan was one number ahead of Ouyang Fen.
Ouyang Fen's number was 20, which was one place ahead of Qin Guan's. His background was really profound.
If Ouyang Fen's cousin, Ou Qiang, had heard this, he would have burst into tears. When the organizing committee received the notice, he hugged the thigh of the assistant who was in charge of arranging the admission and howled for three hours before he got this result.
Powerful background? There are so many people in the competition. Can he control the field?
If he really has a powerful background, why would he need to put Qin Guan down? Let the winds blow in all directions, and I'll be the champion.
Ouyang Fen went on the stage in high spirits and performed a hot song and dance for the judges.
When he returned to the backstage, he shook his head proudly at Qin Guan.
After Ouyang's performance, the judges discussed in low voices, "What do you think? The contestant sang well. "
"Hmm, not bad. The model is also quite unique. His facial features are not bad." This is a talent contest. Can you comment on his talent?
"The song is in tune, and the dance steps are standard. Don't ask for too much." That's what a talent competition should be like.
"However, his performance in the early stages of the competition is outstanding enough."
"I agree."
"I agree."
It seemed that the judges liked Ouyang Fen's performance.
Li Xiaoli, the female contestant, surprised the judges after ten minutes of rapid embroidery. Xie Feng, the judge, decided to invite Li Xiaoli to be his assistant backstage.
She was a fashion assistant, not a model. This news made Li Xiaoli ecstatic. It was worth coming to this competition. She didn't care whether she won the prize or not.
Li Xiaoli went back to the backstage happily. The host picked up the microphone and announced, "The next contestant is No. 21, Qin Guan. His talent show is tap dancing."
Tap dancing was a novelty. The judges focused their attention on the stage, waiting for Qin Guan to come out. Beautiful, slim, straight suit, broad shoulders, long legs. I'll give you full marks for your figure first.
The music in the background was "Irish Etude 1". He was going to dance a traditional Irish tap dance, which was quite different from American tap dance. Irish dance combined artistic performance, elegant dance movements and amazing stamina.
Qin Guan didn't move his upper body. His hands hung down naturally, sticking to his hips as he danced slowly with the music. He danced faster and faster as the music progressed. Ta ta … ta ta ta ta … ta ta ta ta ta.
Standing on one foot, Qin Guan made a quick poke, a slide, a heavy step, a shuffle, and a series of bounces. Then, he lifted his leg high and turned around. His steps became faster and faster.
The sound of his steps hit the judges' hearts. Qin Guan's dance was brilliant. His bright rhythm and vigorous stamina showed his professionalism.
When the song ended, Qin Guan waited for the judges' comments on the stage, panting.
The judges were discussing in low voices, "Who has learned to dance? How was the dance? It's too niche. "
"I don't know, but it looks beautiful. Has the model been abroad? His dance style is quite fashionable." “
"It's hard to say. Our main goal is the model herself. Is the figure good? Great! Is his face good? Good! That's enough. "
"That's right."
The judges murmured, and the editor-in-chief of the model magazine commented, "Qin Guan, right?"
"This tap dance was very refreshing. Through the dance, the contestant demonstrated his extraordinary stamina to the judges. This is one of the most important elements of a model."
"During such an intense dance, the motionless upper body shows that the model has strong body control. The intense dance steps of the lower body show the model's body coordination."
"Your performance was very successful. Congratulations, No. 21."
The four judges stood up and applauded Qin Guan. This was the first time that all four judges had stood up for a model at the same time during the competition.
Qin Guan bowed deeply on the stage and left the stage according to the rules.
Sister Xue gave Qin Guan a big hug backstage. This was undoubtedly the most amazing individual performance of the whole competition.
Qin Guan was regarded as an imaginary enemy by the other models. Ouyang Fen was gnashing his teeth in anger. His first plan to teach Qin Guan a good lesson had been foiled.
The competition lasted all the way until noon, when the last contestant's match ended.
Everyone hastily finished their lunch backstage, and the second round of the fashion show began on time.
While the models were preparing backstage, the host announced the judges' scores for the first round. Everyone nervously pricked up their ears, listening to their own scores.
"No. 20 of the men's group: Ouyang Fen, average score: 9.85. No. 21 of the men's group: Qin Guan, average score: 9.95."
All the scores were announced. Qin Guan was the first. A straight-A student's score crushed everyone else.
Ouyang Fen's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You'll cry when the clothes are shown."
Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned to look at Qin Guan. Since when did Qin Guan have a military belt on his uniform?
Where did he get the black bandages on his arms? There was also a section on the thighs. With this, the waist was tightened and the legs were shaped. The military uniform immediately changed from sloppy to masculine and stylish.
Ouyang Fen took a deep breath and cheered himself up. I can't lose. No matter how stylish I am, it's just an ordinary camouflage uniform. He took another look at the form-fitting suit he was wearing. I can win! I'll definitely win this round!
After the host's announcement, groups of male and female models walked out from two different passageways. They stood in the middle of the stage and showed off their outfits to the judges for one minute before turning around and leaving.
The judges began to discuss and score the performances of each group of models.
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