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

There are a large number of models standing under the brightly lit runway, whether they are domestic or foreign, the station is a beautiful scenery.

Yan Xiwen was chatting with a few old acquaintances from abroad, speaking English fluently, while Xin Yu watched them chatting and laughing enviously.

Several hot female models walked up to Yan Xiwen with elegant catwalks, and hugged each other to show their enthusiasm.

As for Yan Xiwen, his gestures are natural and generous as he lingers in such high-end places all year round. His temperament is so good that even if he is a yellow race, there are still a bunch of arrogant white people who are willing to kneel and lick.

Yan Xiwen chatted for a few words, felt bored, and turned around to look for Xin Yu in the crowd.

When he saw that kid was also looking at him, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

It feels a little weird.

"Why are you standing here, go over and say hello to others." Yan Xiwen urged him with a push.

As Xiaomengxin who has never seen any big scenes, Xin Yu was naturally embarrassed, but Yan Xiwen was pressing behind him, so he could only shyly walk to the middle of the group of models with an average height of 190, and said embarrassingly, " hello".

Those people chatted like no one else was there, as if they didn't notice Xin Yu at all.

He was a little lost, and he was so dazed that he didn't dare to go forward.

At this moment, someone pushed him violently from behind. Before Xin Yu could react, he staggered forward a few steps and bumped into one of the male models.

All of a sudden, a few entertainment journalists came out from nowhere, and they shot randomly at this horrific scene.

"Are you okay?" The male model who was bumped into immediately supported Xin Yu, and asked with concern.

Xin Yu raised his head, flushed with embarrassment, and hurriedly replied "Sorry, sorry" in his plastic English.

The male model who was hit lowered his head and met a pair of smart eyes.

He has little contact with Asians. He used to think that their height was flawed, their facial features were not three-dimensional enough, and he couldn't appreciate their beauty. But today he took a closer look, and unexpectedly, he felt that Asians were inexplicably small. Animal-like cuteness.

"It's a new face, I haven't seen you before." The male model was still holding Xin Yu's waist, as if he didn't intend to let go.

"Yes, this time as a substitute." Xin Yu replied honestly.

And the instigator, Yan Xiwen, felt inexplicably upset when he saw the man's hand on Xin Yu's waist.

He took a step forward, knocked Xin Yu away, blocked him behind him, and held the restless hand of the man with a smile on his face: "Hart, long time no see, how are you doing?"

The male model was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Xin Yu who was hiding behind Yan Xiwen, and then looked at Yan Xiwen's protective expression, and instantly understood, and stopped harassing, and left in a polite manner.

As soon as the man left, Yan Xiwen immediately turned around and stared at Xin Yu.

Xin Yu felt hairy all over his body when he saw him, subconsciously stepped back a few steps: "What's wrong."

"If I hadn't come here, would you have left with others?"

"What?"

"I never knew how long-sighted I was, and I was sold to help count the money."

Xin Yu complained wildly in his heart: I still think you have some kind of disease, you are the one who let me come to say hello, and you are the one who doesn't let me get too close to people, everything is yours, and double standards are not like that!

Just as Xin Yu was about to refute, he saw the designer of the press conference coming from the backstage surrounded by the crowd not far away.

Regarding the fact that his queen model was replaced, he was still brooding, he was in a bad mood and his face was stinky.

"For a while, just follow the way you trained before, don't be nervous, the important thing is, don't make mistakes."

Xin Yu nodded.

To be honest, at this point, he didn't feel any nervousness anymore, he just felt tired from running around for the past few days, and he just wanted to finish it quickly and go back to sleep.

After a boring rehearsal, the designer saw that even though this kid wasn't very good, he didn't have any problems, and his face, which had been dark all the time, became slightly more charming.

But it turns out that Xin Yu is still too naive.

The reason the rehearsal was not tense was because some familiar colleagues were watching, but on the day of the press conference, the venue was full of people, and reporters from all walks of life were lurking around the venue like they were fighting, and they took pictures of everyone they saw.

In addition, there are well-known bigwigs in the upper class sitting together. The white-bearded foreign old man sitting in the middle of the special seat is the organizer of this conference. I heard that he is the general manager of the Global Fashion Exchange. As soon as you sit, you will feel the strong oppressive feeling of ultra-low air pressure within a hundred miles.

How could Xin Yu have seen so many people, he was instantly stunned, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of a word.

He really wants to cry now... No, he already wants to die.

At nine o'clock, the fashion show officially kicked off under the attention of everyone——

And Xin Yu, as the last person to appear on the stage, was standing in the background shaking his legs, biting his fingers, and staring at the live broadcast of the catwalk in the lounge.

Yan Xiwen deserves to be God's darling, and he won applause from the audience as soon as he appeared on the stage, especially those Japanese reporters, whose fingers when pressing the shutter were about to cramp, and they were unwilling to let go of any subtle movements of this man.

The person in charge of the Global Fashion Exchange couldn't help but smile from the corners of his mouth.

But at this time, Yan Xiwen's eyes were unconsciously looking around in the auditorium.

Didn't that mean Brother Huang is here too?Which is which?Is it the one with the big eyes, or the one with the bald head...

Fu Yusi, who was in the auditorium, was staring at the backstage passage to the catwalk, counting the number of people in his heart, thinking that it was almost Xin Yu's turn.

Just when Xin Yu started to retreat, the field manager ran in and urged him to get ready, and it would be his turn next.

When Xin Yu heard this, he almost lost his breath.

What to do, what to do, the time for public execution is coming.

He felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, and his head felt as if someone had stabbed him through the back door, and he was stunned and hurt.

On the catwalk, gorgeous lights came down from above, paving the way for the person who was about to enter the stage.

Xin Yu began to look for Yan Xiwen in a panic, but this guy ran off to nowhere as soon as it was over, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Stepping on the music, the people who sat in the auditorium for nearly two hours were somewhat tired. If it weren't for the image, everyone would really want to be "Ge You paralyzed".

Just as everyone yawned and began to take out their mobile phones to play in a very boring way, a small man slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

This is a bit strange, this height, what the hell is this, a model?Or a designer?

Xin Yu looked at the people under the stage, took a deep breath, and silently cheered in his heart.

Asking yourself is hard enough, so no matter what the result is, you should walk this short 25 meters.

Everyone looked at him in surprise, and began to guess his purpose for coming out.

Fu Yusi in the audience sat up straight when he saw Xin Yu, stretched his neck and looked at him nervously, and prayed for him in his heart that nothing would go wrong.

Unfortunately, God did not hear his prayer——

I don't know if it was because of nervousness or other reasons, just when Xin Yu held his breath and walked to the front of the stage and was about to turn around, the toe of his right foot kicked hard on the heel of his left foot, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall down— —

"It's over."

That's the first word that pops into everyone's mind at Gun N' Roses.

Fu Yusi didn't even dare to look any further, and looked away in despair.

……

But unexpectedly, there was a sudden burst of applause in the venue, which almost lifted the ceiling of the venue.

Xin Yu did fall down, but at the moment before his butt hit the ground, he supported the ground with one hand, performed a 360-degree backflip in the air like a gymnast, then landed steadily, and finally finished walking steadily the rest of the way.

Embarrassing is not embarrassing, embarrassing, but very;

Wit is not witty, witty, and very.

In fact, because of many factors, not to mention a layman like Xin Yu, even a supermodel who has participated in fashion shows all the year round can't say that there is nothing wrong, but for a model, you can't fall down, because falling down is the lowest mistake.

Many models have strong adaptability, so they can use their own strengths to cover up the past skillfully, while Xin Yu's strengths are flexibility and strong responsiveness.

After all, the title of "Rage God" is not in vain.

The serious person in charge finally raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, showing his big white teeth. He looked back at the cheering crowd, spread his hands, and then applauded enthusiastically.

Finally, Di Lambert's designer came on stage and told everyone why he chose such an ordinary short model like Xin Yu.

The following is what he currently writes:

"Actually, the meaning of fashion, or clothes, is not only to keep warm. Appropriate and well-fitting clothes can bring people a good mood for the day. When we design clothes, we always fall into a misunderstanding, that is, to pursue fashion and only for those with perfect bodies. Models design clothes, but most people, they are ordinary and ordinary, just like this model, who has neither extraordinary height nor enviable appearance, and what I want to do is to convey my thoughts to everyone— —”

"Every ordinary person deserves to be taken seriously."

There was warm applause again from the audience, and the person in charge of the fashion show got up with a smile, walked to the stage, and hugged Di Lambert's designer affectionately.

And the friends who watched the live broadcast all the way immediately opened tens of thousands of posts on Weibo, and started a heated discussion about Xin Yu's backflip at the Di Lambert press conference, with mixed reviews and some scolding There is also support.

[Grumpy netizen]: "What the hell, backflipping, playing monkeys, the press conference is a very serious occasion, okay, it really embarrasses the Chinese people."

[Beat the irritable netizen to death]: "Did you lose your person? What are you, people know you? If you go up like this, you probably won't be able to get up even if you fall and crawl. So Niu Beer will take your keyboard to the catwalk."

[The Prodigal Son in Love Ding Weiguo]: "Some people can make up for things that go wrong, and some people can't fucking. That's why I like this little brother. Whoever dares to hate me, I will talk sweetly."

[Xiwen's Bobby]: "Borrow the building to make crazy phone calls for my family Wenwen!"

As soon as the press conference was over, those foreign models gathered around one after another, asking Xin Yu to perform the "Chinese Kung Fu" that he just showed on stage, and his joy was beyond words.

Xin Yu really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he really wanted to tell these people that this is not Chinese Kung Fu, but a compulsory item in physical education class in college, the kind that requires exams.

While Xin Yu was struggling to explain in his plastic English, a group of people suddenly squeezed in from outside the door.

At that moment, Xin Yu inexplicably felt a strong sense of oppression.

Then I saw the person in charge who always had a Sima face walking towards this side with a group of younger brothers.

Xin Yu immediately tensed up, thinking that he was about to be scolded.

The man kept his face cold, looking down at Xin Yu, his lips were tightly pursed, and a deep furrow formed between his brows due to the long-term frowning.

Xin Yu swallowed nervously, thinking about apologizing first.

As a result, the person in charge suddenly laughed, then leaned into Xin Yu's ear, and said in extremely unskilled Chinese:

"Your backflip, can you also teach me—"

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I thought that after the end, Yan Xiwen would find himself pointing fingers and attacking him verbally, but this person didn't know what was going on. He hadn't seen anyone since the end of his show, and he didn't answer his calls. He said he didn't watch it when asked. arrive.

In the blink of an eye, Xin Yu suddenly remembered that today is the day when the high imitation "Brother Huang" comes to Italy.