Loyal Dogs Are Not Picky Eaters [Quick Transmigration]

After drinking some nutrient solution and swallowing the slightly sweet but astringent liquid, he closed his eyes.

System: I did a little trick for you.

silence: what?

System: Helps you shield the negative emotions brought to you by the previous time and space.

silence:……

System: It will make your tasks in this time and space smoother. Don't think too much, this is just a task.

Silence: Thanks, I will try my best.

"Quick, is the salad on table four ready?"

"immediately."

Silently opened his eyes amidst the noise, he was in a simple small room, but this room was filled with the smell of oily smoke and fragrance, which was the smell of food.

System: According to your choice, I chose a world with a medium-to-lower difficulty, and now you are like a helper in the kitchen.

Silence: I am average in craftsmanship.

The system rolled up its sleeves: It's okay, I'll do it, I've already researched it, and besides, if you help the cook, you probably won't need me.

Silence: Hey, how about going back to cook next time?

System: No problem, now I will pass the information to you first.

There was a moment of trance in silence, and then a lot of information was received.

His name is Su Chi, he is currently a senior in college, and he works as a part-time chef in a western restaurant. This person has a simple background, ordinary family experience, and if there is anything outstanding about him, it is his figure.

His facial features are exquisite, and his appearance is handsome, but he is not the best, but his figure is very good, he is considered a meal from heaven.

Su Chi's height is 183. Because of regular fitness, he has a lot of mermaid lines and abdominal muscles. The most important thing is that his legs are well proportioned. He is not inferior to the figure of a professional model at all, but his height is slightly insufficient. After all, ordinary male models need to develop 185 up.

Because of this, he has a nickname in college—the walking hanger. With his figure, he looks good in anything.

Therefore, Su Chi can be said to be a man of the hour on campus.She is handsome, has a good temper, has many friends, and has good grades. Except for her family background, there are almost no faults that can be picked out.

Some time ago, he became a strong contender for such a useless title as x Senior Colonel Grass.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Xiaochi, are you awake?"

"Hey, Brother Chen, I'm awake, I'll be right here."

"I'm a bit busy today, so I'll sacrifice an afternoon rest and give you extra meals in the evening."

Chen Hong said to several part-time chefs.

A few people nodded. They knew that the chef was this type of job on call, so they didn't complain. Shen Mo was assigned to wash the vegetables. He knew how to do this kind of thing, so he didn't need the system.

Silence: I need to do something this time.

System: This task is not difficult, you just follow the plot.

Nodding silently, he picked the vegetables in his hands, washed them one by one, drained the water after washing, put them in the material basket, and started to wash the next wave.

They were busy until 09:30, and they rubbed their sore wrists and started to eat their dinner.

"Su Chi, are you going to work part-time tomorrow?"

This is his classmate Yang Shangcheng. Like himself, he has an ordinary family and often needs to work part-time to earn some extra money. If there is any good part-time job, they will exchange it with each other. This time he helped find the helper.

"What part-time job?"

"The sketch models of the group of senior high school students in the art exam."

"Can I?"

"Look at me, I'm fine. You're sure to be fine. I'll take you there. They're in short supply. They'll definitely ask for them. Besides, you're a handsome guy, so why not be afraid."

"Don't make trouble, that's fine, let's go and see together tomorrow."

"The most important thing is that the hourly salary is twice that of the assistant chef."

Silence naturally nodded in praise, and after eating the so-called 'extra meal', the two went back to the dormitory together, thanks to the fact that their dormitory didn't lock the door at night, otherwise they would have to go to the Internet cafe for a night.

Because of the senior year, there must be some grace in time.

System: Tomorrow is the critical moment, you should perform better.

Silence: How is it good?

System: It just makes you a bit of an image burden.

Silence: OK, but I think I am handsome in any way with my current figure.

system:……

Silence: It is my ideal body!

The next day, Yang Shangcheng knocked on the door of his dormitory early in the morning, opened his eyes silently, and looked at his mobile phone. It was only 05:30, but in order not to disturb the rest of other roommates, silently tidied up quickly and left the door.

The two of them bought a pancake to eat casually, and took the bus to the place where they worked part-time today, Gaosu Studio.

The studio is very large, rented a floor, and students have come in one after another, and they will go to the teacher to report first.

It went well, Mo Mo got the part-time job, he was assigned to the first classroom, the room was very hot, the teacher in charge of this suggested that he take off his coat, wear less so that the students could observe the human body structure, and it would be more effective to draw Effect.

Mo Mo would naturally not disagree. He was wearing a light blue v-neck sweater underneath, which was more slim and could perfectly highlight the structure of his body.

It's very simple, you only need a concave shape, standing, sitting, raising your head, and bowing your head. He is handsome and has a good figure, so he has attracted many female students from other groups to watch. Silence is not stage fright, because the opponents are all students , there is no pressure.

The next movement he made was lying on a rocking chair and sleeping. He thought he could take a rest, so he stood up and rubbed his waist. The movement just now was very tiring.

Quite a few female students' eyes lit up, eager to leave his phone number.

The teacher came in to clear the room, and he said, "Mr. Qi will come to our studio for a walk in a while, it's a rare opportunity, grab it."

"Take a 10-minute break and be more refreshed later."

Shen Mo moved his stiff neck, and asked the student beside him who had been chatting with him just now.

"Mr. Qi?"

"Qi Yu, it's not surprising that you don't know. Few of us who learn painting don't know him. He is a modern painter, and he is very good."

"Oh? How awesome?"

"I remember the last time he made eight figures for a painting."

"The output of his works is not much, so there is no price in the market. Famous artists from all walks of life are vying for paintings. Many students who study fine arts are idols of him."

Mo Mo silently counted the eight digits in his heart, and was shocked at the moment.

"Great!"

"And I heard that he has a prominent family background, he is simply a legend."

"Yes, yes, the founder of our studio, Principal Li Shushu, has a good relationship with him, so he will occasionally come to the studio to give us a demonstration. If we are lucky, we may even be guided by him."

In addition, the female student at the side couldn't hold back and interrupted.

The silence is unclear, with a look of admiration on his face.

The girl blushed suddenly: "I didn't pass the exam last year. I'm going to repeat it. I met him once last semester."

"Inhumanly handsome!" Hearing this topic, a few more girls squeezed in beside him.

"Extremely handsome, with a melancholy temperament like a prince, but I heard that he seems to be in poor health and has been in a car accident."

"The beauty is unlucky!"

The girl's plaintive tone made all the students laugh together with silence.

There was another burst of chirping, the girls said something, and one of the girls hesitated and said, "Have you heard? Actually, Mr. Qi..."

Before I finished speaking, the teacher came, heralding the end of the break.

Shen Mo hurriedly sat back on the rocking chair, and started posing according to the actions just instructed.

Silence: No need to ask, the protagonist is him.

System: Little Mo Mo, recently became smart.

Shen Mo leaned on the recliner, raised his head, and the sunlight came in through the glass window next to him and just hit him. His thin knitted sweater seemed to be penetrated, and the visual effect seemed to be shining. His side profile is very good-looking, and many students choose the side angle.

The sun was drying him silently and lazily, and he even started to feel a little drowsy. He squinted his eyes slightly, almost falling asleep.

At this very comfortable moment, a teacher's shining voice came from the door.

"Mr. Qi! Don't tell me you're here!"

He opened his eyes silently, and at some point, there was a man standing at the door, he was at least 185, and his pure black eyes stayed on his body.

His skin is very pale, just like the vampire in the movie, it is unbelievably pale, but what is strange is that his lips are actually pink, and the way he purses his lips looks very elusive. The black coat and the black icy His mechanical watch made him look very unkind.

The serious student who was drawing heard the teacher's voice, and only then found Qi Yu, and hurriedly put down the drawing board in his hand, stood up and said hello, so silent that he didn't know whether to stand up or sit down.

Qi Yu didn't nod or answer. Instead, he took two steps to the middle. It could be seen that his right foot was slightly limping, but it didn't affect his movements.He squatted down and picked up a drawing board, took a piece of paper, took out a pen from the student's pencil case, found an empty seat, sat down and began to draw.

The teacher was overjoyed when he saw this, and felt like telling other students to come and watch.

Today is the evil wind. When Qi Yu came here before, he could only say a few words and give a little advice—if criticism with a vicious tongue is called advice.

This time it was Shen Mo's turn to be nervous, the room was packed to the brim, except for a clean space around Qi Yu, he was full of aura, and it felt like he didn't know where he was staring at Shen Mo.

Silence could only lie stiff.

He draws very seriously, and every time he raises his head, his dark eyes are like detectors, dissecting himself inch by inch.

In just a few minutes, the room became silent, except for the sound of his brush brushing across the paper.

Qi Yu is very serious, and every time he lowers his head to draw a few strokes, his expression is serious like a scholar.

But the silence, on the contrary, relaxes in this situation.

For more than ten minutes, he was so silent and bored that he almost fell asleep. There were students chatting with him just now, it was really too quiet.

At this moment, Qi Yu stopped writing, and he finished the painting.

He took the painting off the board, looked at it for a while, and seemed to be very satisfied, showing a little smile, although the smile looked lifeless.

Huo Ran stood up, handed the painting in his hand to the students on the side, and approached Shen Mo, who was startled and sat up quickly, a little caught off guard.

"you……"

He's not halfway through.

"part-time?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"21."

"Just a part-time job on weekends?"

"Yes."

Qi Yu tore off a small piece of paper from the waste paper next to him, quickly wrote the numbers, and handed the piece of paper over to Shen Mo with his knuckle-knuckle fingers.

"Call me if you still need a part-time job."

"what?"

"My studio lacks a model."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a silent reaction, he turned his head and left, and even took the picture he drew away from the hands of the students who were passing it around.

Only then did Shen Mo realize that his palms were actually sweating. He didn't dare to show his breath when he was questioned by Yitong just now, and the oppressive aura of the other party almost made him breathless.

"Wow!"

"Brother Chi, you are so lucky!"

"What luck, I don't paint."

"Mr. Qi is very generous, it must be more than what we give."

The girl who hadn't finished talking during the break earlier secretly pulled him to the corner to talk: "Actually, I heard that Mr. Qi is gay."

"Ah? Really?" Well, I got it.

"I also heard about it, because he has never been rumored and has no girlfriend."

Su Chi smiled: "Perhaps he keeps himself clean?"

"That's right, then I'll go back and paint first."

After Shen Mo finished the classroom, he switched classrooms with Yang Shangcheng.

It was also thanks to Su Chi's regular exercise that he didn't feel particularly sore, but his neck and waist were a little stiff.

"Su Chi, are you going to Qi Yu's studio?"

"Should go, if you don't make money, you don't make money."

"Haha, yes, I don't have this blessing."

"Or I'll take you with me too."

"Don't, don't, he's a famous painter. Don't let you get off the stage at that time. I can at most draw the body structure for the students. If the face is not blacked out, it will be considered as a face for me."

Shen Mo successfully got the number of the task owner, he didn't even do anything, it went so smoothly that he was a little dizzy.

Lived the original life as usual every day, and on the weekend of the second week, Shen Mo took out the piece of paper, hesitated, and dialed the number on the piece of paper.

He was a little nervous.

Beep, beep, beep, three beeps, no one answered.

Just before Shen Mo heard the fifth beep and was about to hang up the phone, he was connected, but the other party didn't speak, and Shen Mo could feel the embarrassment of being separated from the phone.

"Hello."

"Huh?" A lazy voice came from the opposite side.

I don't know why, just hearing the silence of the voice, I suddenly blushed.

"Hi, I'm Su Chi."

"go on."

"The last time you left me a call, is there still a shortage of part-time positions?"

There was a sudden pause on the other side, and he regained his spirit.

"Painting Studio?"

"Yes."

"lack."

"When do you see..."

"Now."

"Now……?"

"Yes, which university are you from?"

"X is large."

"Take a taxi, and I will pay for the fare."

"No, no, you give me the address, and I'll take the bus there."

The other party did not insist, and reported an address.

"If you're not in a hurry, I'll go over after dinner?"

"No, right now." The other party's tone was very certain, and there was a hint of impatience.

But being silent is like being wrong.

"Well, can we discuss the specific salary?"

The other party quoted a price several times higher than that of the studio, Shen Mo didn't hesitate, and quickly agreed.

"I'm leaving now."

He hung up the phone, checked the address silently, it wasn't close, but there was a direct bus, so he bought a piece of bread and ate it, and got on the bus. He fell asleep halfway, and almost missed it.

An art district, No. [-] in six rows.

I thought it would be difficult to find, but the security guard told him to go forward, the sixth row, the entire row.

"..."

He rang the doorbell, and after a while, there were light and heavy footsteps inside.

The door was opened, and Qi Yu was actually wearing pajamas, with a large area of ​​his chest exposed, but compared to the first time he met him, his full aura seemed much softer, which made Shen Mo less nervous.

"Hello." She bowed lightly, took off her shoes in silence, and entered from the entrance.

The inside is very large, with a whole row of rooms of various kinds, including dark ones, pink ones, technological ones, and some that cannot be understood by silence, and those that look a little blushing.

Is this probably an artist's hobby?

System: People need inspiration, understand?

They sat on the sofa in the central hall, Qi Yu yawned while drinking the coffee he had just finished, but his eyes were fixed on Silence.

"How long have you been working part-time?"

"Are you asking about a model? It was just yesterday, maybe you don't have enough experience..."

"Ah."

After getting this answer, the other party was not dissatisfied, but his expression eased, as if he was very satisfied.

The clean and refreshing young man made Qi Yu slow down his tone.

"You'll probably need a few hours."

"I don't know, it depends on the situation."

Qi Yu took the last sip of coffee unhurriedly and stood up.

Silence also stood up.

"Come here and I'll take a look."

The boy obeyed his words and walked over obediently.

Turning around him, like a scanner, trying to see through herself completely, suddenly, the other party reached out and touched his back, which slid straight to his waist.

Silent trembled, just about to say something, the other party said: "Very good, the arc is perfect."

"...?"

Then he didn't say anything, just shook his head, and Shen Mo followed.

They walked to a black and red room, which contained some scary-looking props, and it sounded like some kind of torture device.

Qi Yu didn't speak the whole time, but suddenly gave him a gentle push here.

"Wait here, I'll get the painting tools."

Nod in silence.

Walking into the room, a sense of depression was eroded along with a little fear, the place was uncomfortable, and the whole atmosphere made Shen Mo feel creepy, but he forced himself to calm down—it was just work, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Sitting on the central sofa and waiting for a while, although he tried not to look at the furnishings in the house, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

After waiting for a while, Qi Yu finally brought the painting tools. There was another person in this cramped space, which made Mo Mo heave a sigh of relief.

He didn't carry many things, only a small box.

Qi Yu looked at Shen Mo's pale face, then looked at the room, and suddenly spoke.

"uncomfortable?"

Nodding silently: "I can't tell."

Qi Yu didn't continue to say anything. After adjusting the paint, he looked at Shen Mo again, and Mo Mo tensed up.

"You just sit on the couch."

"Ok."

After watching for a while in silence, he frowned.

"Why are you standing there? Take off your clothes."

"Take off...undress?" Shen Mo's face turned red all of a sudden.

"Ok?"

Qi Yu knelt down to pick out the paintbrush, glanced up at him, saw his slightly flushed cheeks, and raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't I tell you? What I need are mannequins."

"……"No.

"Then I'll say it now."

"Mannequins mean... a nude model?"

"Generally."

"This……"

"Don't think too much, even though I'm gay, I definitely don't have any other thoughts about my model."

"..."

"I have a professional ethics."

The author has something to say: Silence: what about professional ethics?

Qi Yu: Honesty.

silence:……

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