Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

"However, for tomorrow night's catwalk, the theme is clothes. You have to match your own accessories. Accessories should set off the clothes, but they must not overshadow the brilliance of the clothes. If you come here tomorrow night if it is not appropriate, this temporary opportunity will not be there." You're welcome.

"Know, understand!" Jun Ya replied repeatedly.

When she came out of the red carpet, Junya was very happy: "At last I got a familiar face. I am afraid that many people have seen you tonight, and they all regretted putting clothes on Zhou Shengyu. Hahahaha, seeing Han Yixue’s expression, I really want to laugh."

Lu Yiyang's face sank slightly.

"What's the matter with you? Does showing up make you unhappy?"

"I will accompany you out, not for you to compare with others!"

Junya realized that what she said was a bit too much, and she had said it too many times!

She hurriedly slapped her mouth: "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean that. I just saw that you were better than others, and I was happy..."

Lu Yiyang looked at her: "If you want to train me and let me make my debut, just because you want me to be better than Zhou Shengyu, don't you think it is too shallow? What is he that requires us to spend all our efforts to compare with him? "

"You are a broker, and the person you want to launch is better than one. This is your job responsibility."

"I chose to be your artist, so I didn't want to be a comparison with Zhou Shengyu."

"You need an ace, I enjoy this process, Junya, do you understand what I'm talking about?"

Jun Ya was stunned for a moment: "You make a lot of sense, I shouldn't have compared it like this, and forgot my original intention. I was too proud to forget the shape..."

"Do I need to compare with him?" Lu Yiyang said lightly, holding his arms and leaning flat on the car door.

A simple action has a stronger and more natural force than Zhou Shengyu can have after deliberate practice many times.

His voice is also much better than Zhou Shengyu's. It is not a subject of a class, but it does not seem to require special practice. He has a round, natural and smooth tone.

My God... Junya now feels that it is not his honor to compare him with Zhou Shengyu, but Zhou Shengyu's honor.

Comparing him with Zhou Shengyu is an insult to him.

"No need!" Junya immediately shook her head, "You are not comparable at all. You are a born king, and Zhou Shengyu only got to that point after going through various trainings. Although there is nothing wrong with that, but I know too well how many weaknesses he has. It’s just that I wanted to beat Zhou Shengyu too much before, too much to let him know that I could do a good job without him, or even better..."

Junya remembered the years she had given, and she was unwilling to do so, but also hesitated about the future.

Feeling the change in her emotions, Lu Yiyang shook her hand and said, "The past shouldn't be your shackles, and you are not the one who did the wrong thing. Let go of those, eh?"

"Okay." Jun Ya raised her head. Before, she felt that she was so close to his body, but there was always a gap with his heart.

But now, she felt that she was much closer to his heart.

"Drank a lot of wine just now?"

Junya smiled and said: "The person in charge of Fashion Week has always been a good drinker. If he doesn't drink a few glasses, he may not be willing to talk to him if he does not drink a few glasses. So I just had to drink a few glasses."