When Qin Guan and Sister Xue were waiting outside, Sister Xue's admirer, Ou Qiang, approached them. Qin Guan was surprised to find out that Ouyang Fen was only 16 years old.
No wonder he looked like a child. He was three years younger than Qin Guan. Qin Guan couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Ouyang Fen's face, which was firm and serious. He was 184 centimeters tall and had strong chest muscles.
Is this the opposite cuteness of my previous life? Ha ha ha ha!
Sister Xue and the others couldn't understand what was so funny about him. Is it funny that Ouyang Fen is 16 years old? Ouyang Fen was at a loss. He looked like a war hero.
As they were puzzled, the organizing committee handed the notice to the leaders of each division. The result of the competition would be communicated to the leaders of each division. (Actually, you are afraid of being beaten up by the group. The notice is very offensive.)
The leader of the division in the capital flipped through the notice. 30 of the 190 contestants had been selected, which was an average of two places for each division.
Yes, there were two contestants in his division. They were the champion and the runner-up. The leader of the division sent the notice to the two contestants first.
Sister Xue took the notice and shook it at Ou Qiang proudly. She had been with this group of low-IQ guys for a long time, and even her IQ had been dragged down.
The final of the New Face Model Competition would be held on August 28th.
Qin Guan let out a long breath. It was the last step. The competition, which had taken more than half a month, was really exhausting.
Sister Xue was still smiling as she saw him off. Finally, the boy had been dragged into the trap.
It had only been half a month, and there would be more competitions in the future. She would force him to participate even if she had to point a knife at him. (How cruel!)
Autumn. The air was cool. Alright, the weather in the capital was still hot, just like the waiting area for the national competition. After the organizing committee's unified training, the dozens of contestants participating in the finals had basically grasped the flow of the competition.
The first competition of the National Finals was a group performance. The men's group and the women's group were on separate stages, but they went on stage together to show the theme of the finals, autumn.
As the stage lights dimmed and the DV began to play, the colorful lights on the catwalk lit up one after another. The host stepped onto the white fog created by the dry ice backstage and slowly walked to the front of the stage to announce the start of the final round of the competition.
The curtains rose backstage and 30 beautiful female models walked out one by one towards the runway. Dressed in the new fall designs designed by Xie Feng, they walked onto the runway.
Pairs of swaying thighs, paired with the naughty ears of wheat, chili, and garlic (how did this species appear?) displayed their swaying grace, praising the breeding of autumn.
Xie Feng kept nodding. This year's new models were much better than before. It seemed that China's fashion industry was about to usher in a new era.
After all the models finished their rounds, they gathered together and lined up in a row. They posed beautifully with their waists tucked in and their thighs exposed.
The advantage of this pose was that everyone could clearly see the thickness of their waists and the length of their legs.
After the female models left the stage, the host excitedly introduced the concept of the autumn collection while the male models were getting ready. The atmosphere was livened up and the judges had time to give marks.
When the male model appeared, everyone finally saw the sharp concept of this new Chinese designer. The intense color contrast, the brilliant collision of yellow and red, the contrast of yellow and green, and the wheat weave at the bottom of the trousers matched the wild taste with the color. It was an aggressive combination.
The skin of the male models was bronzed with special oil, which made the lines of their muscles look more smooth and delicate.
When the 30 of them gathered in a row, the effect was shown. It was like a food alliance. Red, green, purple, wheat, they all wore harvest clothes to celebrate the end of their harvest.
However, this was also the time to test the real ability of the models. The judges looked at the male models lined up in a row. Their height and figure were obvious.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Another round of silent marks. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the host, everyone retreated outside the venue.
As soon as they entered the backstage area, Sister Xue grabbed Qin Guan and pulled him to the washing basin. She pushed him in, not forgetting to tell him, "Hurry up! Grab the faucet and scrub it clean! Do you hear me?"
She took out a professional grease brush and stuffed it into Qin Guan's hand. Hurry up! Ou Qiang has grabbed two faucets for you and Ouyang Fen. There will be no more seats if you don't hurry up!
Qin Guan took off his clothes and walked inside with the brush in his hand. Is she asking me to scrub someone else's back? For whom? I can't scrub Ou Qiang. Then it's obvious who I should choose.
Qin Guan walked into the simple washing room. Ouyang Fen was already scrubbing under the faucet awkwardly, holding a small brush of the same style in his hand. Unlike Qin Guan's blue brush, it was a tender pink, shining softly in the shower.
Ouyang Fen heard the sound behind him and saw that it was Qin Guan coming in naked. He pursed his lips and gave up the dragon head on the side. When Ouyang Qiang saw that the person he had occupied had come, he clapped his hands and said, "Aiya, Qin Guan is here. My dear cousin, I'm going to find Xue Baobao. Hehehe, you two take your time to wash!"
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They looked at each other in silence, washing the grease off their bodies under the faucet. More and more people came into the washing room, and the awkward atmosphere began to ease up. They didn't seem to have a good relationship, but they didn't know how to talk peacefully.
When Qin Guan finished scrubbing his arms and limbs, he thought of Ouyang Fen. The old guy was waiting by the side, looking at the small brush in his hand. Qin Guan didn't know what he was thinking.
After all, he was three years older than Ouyang Fen, so he had to be generous. He waved the blue brush in his hand and asked, "You don't like pink? I'll use the blue brush for you. "
Looking at the brush in Qin Guan's hand, Ouyang Fen nodded and turned his back obediently. If I don't scrub my back, I won't be able to make it to the next round.
Qin Guan brushed Ouyang's back with his father's back brushing technique, which had been passed down in the Qin family for generations. Ouyang looked at him with admiration as he turned his back to him.
After the first brush... "F * ck! It hurts! "Qin Guan screamed and jumped up. Is Ouyang Fen looking for an opportunity to take revenge on me? I really can't be nice to him.
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