After falling off the horse, he was pestered by giants to form CP[Entertainment]

Yan Xiwen's hands paused, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You drove away the make-up artist, are you so sleepy?"

Xin Yu looked around in confusion, and quickly sat up straight: "I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy, I was wrong."

"Don't play tricks, be honest, move around." Yan Xiwen raised his hand to hold his face, and took the eyebrow brush to gently blend out the eyebrow powder at the end of his eyebrows.

Xin Yu's whole body tensed up immediately, and he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to glance at Yan Xiwen's face.

Only the fragrance of his body has been spreading, fermenting, and almost saturated. Under this strong fragrance, Xin Yu is almost suffocated.

"Relax, don't be nervous." Yan Xiwen comforted in a rare soft voice.

"After you get on stage for a while, you should first watch how other people walk, and remember the expression management I taught you earlier."

Xin Yu nodded stiffly.

It would be a lie to say that you are not nervous, the ones sitting below are not cabbage, they will use sharp eyes to examine their every move, and even deliberately criticize them.

Forcibly dragging a dead man with a lack of limbs to the stage to perform in front of everyone is tantamount to public execution. Xin Yu does not have the confidence that he can successfully complete this show.

In the past, I only thought that modeling was the easiest job, as long as I walked a few steps on the catwalk, I would get a lot of money. Now it seems that I am still too ignorant.

Sure enough, as soon as Xin Yu came to the stage, the judges who participated in the rehearsal immediately gathered together and whispered together, even a little confused. They didn't know why the company would choose a person with such an indescribable height to take the C position. Could it be that Guns N' Roses had really fallen? This level?

And Xin Yu finally "lived up to everyone's expectations" in front of everyone's eyes, the red face mechanically walked to the front of the stage, the intense tension made him almost breathless, and his hands and feet began to disobey, even the same hands and feet, It looked ridiculous, like a debutante clown, wobbly, confused and stiff.

Fu Yusi couldn't stand it anymore, and turned his head away helplessly;

Yan Xiwen couldn't stand it anymore, and shook his head helplessly and sighed;

The judges couldn't stand it anymore, so they took out their mobile phones to play;

To be honest, it was quite embarrassing.

Xin Yu didn't even dare to look at the eyes of the models waiting to enter the arena, nor did he dare to look at the expressions of the judges and teachers below, and he didn't even dare to look at Yan Xiwen. the sense of time.

It seems that miracles will not happen after all.

He sighed, and Shi Shiran stepped off the stage. Under the mocking gazes of a bunch of male models, he passed through in frustration, walked to the lounge at the back, sat down on the sofa and started to be in a daze, thinking about how to end it.

A TV is hung on the wall of the lounge, which is broadcasting the show rehearsal scene.

He just happened to see Yan Xiwen. Although the expression on that beautiful and flattering face was cold, it looked vivid enough. He had a unique typhoon, and his footsteps were steady and natural. The judges who were still playing with their phones just now also took advantage of the situation and looked over very seriously. I admired this man like uncut jade with all my heart.

The difference in style was so obvious that Xin Yu felt a little ashamed.

The major shareholder who watched the whole process was already slumped on the chair, unable to complain, and only thought about how to let this kid die.

The crux of the problem now is that the words have been spoken and the news has been released. Unless there is something unexpected about this person, he must be involved.

"No, no, this really won't work. He doesn't look like a model at all. If he really goes to the scene of Di Lambert's press conference, we will lose face and go abroad." The secretary of the major shareholder seemed He also felt inappropriate, and whispered to the side.

"Of course I know. Now that the news has been released, all media reporters, including the artist company of the opposite party, are waiting to see our jokes. If you don't let him, then you have no credibility."

"Reputation is important, but it's nothing compared to the company's face. Unless there is something unexpected about this kid, we have no way to have both." The secretary said angrily.

This sentence was like enlightenment, the major shareholder rubbed the huge emerald finger on his thumb, and said thoughtfully:

"Accident... Accident is a good excuse."

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"Tick-tick--"

The second hand slowly moved across the dial, and Xin Yu felt that the time passed extremely slowly today, as if days seemed like years.

Yan Xiwen has been sitting beside him motionless for half an hour, like a statue without emotion, he can't even hear the sound of breathing.

After the catwalk rehearsal, the rest of the models returned to the lounge, leaving only Yan Xiwen and Xin Yu in the huge room.

"It's too bad." It seemed like a century had passed before Yan Xiwen suddenly said such a sentence without beginning or end.

But thinking about it with his toes, he also knew that he was saying that his performance in this rehearsal was too bad.

"I'm sorry, I'm still too nervous..." Xin Yu said in a lower voice.

"I understand. After all, everyone came here from that time, but the press conference is imminent. No matter whether you are nervous or not, you have to go on stage." Yan Xiwen's tone sounded so helpless.

"Otherwise, it's better to replace it with someone else." Xin Yu kindly suggested.

"No." Yan Xiwen raised his eyes and stared at Xin Yu.

"This is not a joke." Xin Yu became anxious, and his voice raised an octave.

"I'm not kidding. I hate people who give up halfway. No one knows what will happen until the last moment. To retreat first is to be irresponsible to yourself."

Xin Yu couldn't help complaining in his heart: Did I volunteer for this?Isn't this what you forcibly persecuted? !

"Come with me." Suddenly, Yan Xiwen stood up, pulled Xin Yu who was still madly complaining in his heart, and led him out of the lounge.

The underground plaza at [-]:[-] p.m. was crowded with people, and the people who came to the shopping mall were almost shoulder to shoulder.

There is a very long commercial street in this square, which is the only way to pass through the square. According to statistics, in its heyday, it could accommodate tens of thousands of people a day.

And Yan Xiwen pulled Xin Yu to stand at the intersection of this commercial street. He was still wearing a suit that he hadn't had time to change after the show, and when he stopped there, he immediately attracted many people's curious eyes.

"The reason why I'm nervous is because I'm not proficient in business, I'm afraid of making mistakes, and I'm afraid of being laughed at, right." Yan Xiwen stared at the crowd coming and going, and asked softly.

Xin Yu stood with him like a weak chick, he shook his legs and nodded.

Yan Xiwen held his hand tightly, wrapping his little hand completely in his palm.

"This commercial street is one kilometer in length. You can walk along this street to the end. If you can walk down this kilometer, you can go to the mere 25-meter catwalk."

Xin Yu looked at Yan Xiwen in disbelief: "You made me face so many people..."

Yan Xiwen nodded, and even gave him a push: "Go quickly."

"I don't want it, it's too shameful, like a fool."

"I know that the most difficult thing for people is to break through themselves, but as long as you do it once, you will find that it is not a big deal."

The crowd had already begun to have a small commotion, and many people raised their mobile phones to take pictures of Yan Xiwen.

"Who is that next to him?"

"Friends, I don't know."

Xin Yu turned his head and looked at Yan Xiwen aggrievedly, trying to influence him with his innocent and harmless eyes, so that he would let him go this time.

And Yan Xiwen was unmoved by his expectant little eyes, and told him seriously:

"No one will hold on to others' mistakes in the process, but will infinitely magnify the mistakes in the result. Do you want to be a hardworking fool in the eyes of others or a lazy loser in the eyes of others, choose yourself."

Xin Yu looked at him quietly, his words were like a booster, the strange thing was that at this moment, Xin Yu suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Yes, hard work or regret, which is more painful.

Xin Yu gritted his teeth and nodded firmly at Yan Xiwen.

That afternoon, almost everyone saw that in this long commercial street, a short man with a height of only about [-] was like an idiot, driving his legs with the power of his crotch, completely ignoring the surprise of others and even It was a sneering look, and the eyes were level, and they stepped forward step by step firmly.

He walked more than once, and he couldn't even count how many times he went back and forth.

Are you nervous?At first I was still nervous, but when I turned my head and looked at Yan Xiwen who was standing at the intersection and looking at me from a distance, I suddenly felt that it was actually not that scary, at least someone was embarrassing me.

After finishing the practice steps, Yan Xiwen took Xin Yu to buy some clothes in the commercial street, and then drove him home.

The training is not over, there is also the "dining etiquette training" that follows.