Fuyuki Canteen

About being a plane model

That happened shortly after Homestay opened its doors.

One weekend, Emiya went out to buy vegetables, and was pulled by a middle-aged man in a suit on an unfamiliar street in Tokyo.

Out of humanitarianism, the guardian stopped for this gentleman whose face was filled with anxiety and joy.

Looks like someone in need, he thought, only to be smeared by the gentleman's plea.

"Hi, I'm Yamamoto, a broker under the LME! Can I ask you a favor?"

"……What's up?"

"The current magazine shoot has a model who is temporarily absent due to an accident. It is really a headache. Can you help fill the vacancy? Your appearance is very good, just take a few photos, and you will be able to do it! The salary is also good?"

Faced with Mr. Yamamoto who said "the salary is about that much" and gestured a number, Emiya, who was confused by the unexpected words, was always in the state of "...".

Incredible.

How could such a thing as a plane model have something to do with me?

Heroic Emiya, who lived in the unassuming Fuyuki City since he was a child, and became a mercenary who went to the battlefield after growing up, has no idea about such things, and several question marks rarely appear on his forehead.

However, the desire to save others has never disappeared.

In the pitiful situation where the anxious Mr. Yamamoto repeatedly assured that "shooting is not difficult!", Emiya considered many aspects and finally agreed to him.

So that's why he was standing in the studio surrounded by several stylists and makeup artists looking left and right.

A tall, beautiful woman with curly brown hair seemed to be in charge of the shoot.She looked left and right at Emiya who was brought over by Mr. Yamamoto, hooked her red lips with lipstick, raised her hand and patted Emiya's chest muscles, finally showed satisfaction on her mean face, and announced domineeringly:

"That's right, it's him! Mr. Emiya, I'll shoot you later, go change clothes and make up!"

Wei Gong looked down at his chest silently, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a wrong decision.Before he had time to think carefully, he was dragged away by Mr. Yamamoto and sent to the public preparation room.

Because he didn't know anything about this industry, his shirt was stripped off by all female stylists, and he sat on the seat with his bare upper body, and was surrounded by them to take care of his image. The situation was very strange for a while.

The girls were still chattering, and Emiya was mostly silent, allowing them to do what they did, and occasionally coping with it.

"Mr. Emiya is in good shape! The lines of the muscles are beautiful, plump and not exaggerated. You must exercise regularly, right?"

"……fine."

"The brown skin is really sexy, and the eye color is also beautiful. Are you a foreigner, or a mixed race?"

"……I am Japanese."

"This eyebrow tail is so distinctive! If there is a need for makeup, would Mr. Emiya be willing to shave it off?"

"……casual."

At first, Wei Gong was a little uncomfortable being touched by a group of girls on his body and face, but fortunately, the girls' questions distracted some of his attention, and he got used to it in the end.

He watched blankly as the stylist and make-up artist argued endlessly over the issue of "should I let my hair down?" They were divided into two factions. On the one hand, he felt that hairspray was so imposing and mature, while on the other hand, he felt that letting it down was gentle and youthful. Can't convince anyone and always shake each other, and finally alarmed the chief person in charge.

The brown-haired beauty came over and asked them to take a look at Emiya's hair, pondered for a long time, and finally made a bold decision to use both styles.

"It's a big deal to take a few more sets!"

When she said this, she seemed to be dazzled by the male sex.

etc.Didn't it mean that I was just here to replace one of the models?

With a slumped face, Emiya went to change into the dark gray British-style windbreaker paired with a black shirt that the stylist handed him, and the trousers were also the same color as the windbreaker, similar in color, with low-key and delicate dark stripes.

I didn't feel much when I changed it, but when I came out, I found that the shape of this suit was indeed better than the clothes he usually wears, and it made him look more straight.Coupled with the light makeup that the makeup artist rushed over to put on him, he has a model-like temperament.

The hair in this set of styles is still pulled up, completely exposing the forehead.

"Mr. Wei Gong's facial features are actually rather childish, and he doesn't look old." The little girl who helped him put on makeup pursed her lips and smiled, "But when the forehead is exposed, it is very imposing. Such a mature hairstyle is also very suitable you."

Indeed, he will be very different from himself in his youth.What kind of mood did he come up with in the first place, whether it was for convenience or for distinction, Emiya has long forgotten.

Because it is not an important memory, such insignificant details do not exist in the Guardian's memory worn by infinite time.

Emiya said "thank you" lightly, and waited patiently for the little girl to hang the long red cashmere scarf around her neck after finishing her makeup, and then straightened the turned-out collar of her windbreaker before standing up and working Under the guidance of the staff, I walked to the shooting shed.

"Wow. The feeling of abstinence is very strong, it fits this suit very well."

The photographer took a few pictures of him, whistled impertinently, and instructed Emiya to pose in a new pose:

"Ansang, go and help this model change her look. Shake her hair, put down half of her bangs...yes, make it feel like she's been wet by water, undo two buttons on her chest, and expose her collarbone ...fantastic!"

The photographer snapped his fingers excitedly.

Emiya maintained this posture and sat on the luxurious chair of the prop, leaning casually on the back of the chair, his steel-gray hawk eyes slightly squinted and looking directly at the camera, watching the photographer frantically snapping shots.

"The eyes in those pictures just now are great, keep going!" The photographer instructed Wei Gong to change the pose, "Two more pictures!"

Emiya silently changed his posture again, not understanding what was going on.

Isn't this the way I usually look at people?

After changing out of the suit on his body, Emiya listened to another heated debate among the stylists in the preparation room, topless.

This time it's the debate over what to wear.It's just that the focus seems a bit strange.

"If you let your hair down, it's better to wear a shirt on your upper body! If you want to be sexy, just unbutton all the buttons!"

"No! That's too rustic, it's better not to wear it! Wouldn't it be nice to go topless? Mr. Emiya has such a good figure, it's a waste not to show it!"

Emiya could only sit silently on the chair in front of the dressing table.

In the end, the ladies finally reached a consensus and got two sets of looks for him.

The first set is still the style of the hair being brushed up with hairspray, but it has changed from a conservative British style to a wild rock style.

After completely changing into this set of clothes, Emiya looked at himself in the mirror who was wearing a red leather jacket with rivets, revealing his chest and abs, as well as the metal belt and black leather pants with a similar style underneath, and looked down again. The black leather collar and silver metal dog tag on the neck that matched the leather jacket fell into silence: "..."

How subtle and familiar this set is.

Have you seen it somewhere?Does this collar come with a matching dog leash?

There are hazy fragments of memory in my mind.

When I was young, did I still want to try similar styles of clothes? *

With such considerations in mind, Emiya's expression unconsciously became confused and cold.

The photographer told him to laugh, so he licked his lips at the camera, but he was shouted "COOL!!" and snapped.

After Emiya finished filming this suit, she was told that there was one last suit.

He walked into the preparation room with the feeling of sending the Buddha to the west, but was told that he didn't need to wear a shirt, and that he was fine with his upper body naked.

……Fine.

Emiya sat silently on the chair, allowing the stylist to let down his hair. His snow-white forehead hair covered his eyebrows lightly, but he could still see the distinctive lightning-shaped tail of his eyebrows.

The man in the mirror suddenly became childish, and became the shadow of an annoying boy, and his eyebrows and eyes did not seem to have changed much under the polishing of time.

"Oh, the temperament is completely different. He suddenly became youthful and a little melancholy." The makeup artist sighed while applying makeup to him, but he was still a little puzzled, "Although it looks good, it seems that there is something missing... ...?"

For some reason, Emiya had a premonition in his heart, and after looking at the sundries on the dressing table, he picked out a pair of black-framed plain glasses:

"That's it."

The make-up artist stared at the white-haired young man wearing glasses in the mirror dumbfounded.

Those steel-gray eyes lost a bit of sharpness behind the lens, and a bit of gentle illusion appeared.Although it is still cold and hard, it is mixed with a charming and contradictory literary temperament.

"Super, super suitable...!"

This is the almost speechless stylist.

So Emiya went to the studio to shoot in this topless, gray trousers and glasses.

He sat sideways on a soft red sofa chair, with his legs naturally bent, his back leaning on the armrest, and his left hand resting on his forehead as requested by the photographer, with a few strands of snow-white hair leaking between his fingers, and then looking sideways at the camera.

The photographer excitedly patted left and right, and adjusted a few more times, asking Emiya to unzip his trousers to keep them half-covered ("This is the essence of lust!" the photographer said), and then used The red scarf from before hung long on his lap.

Not to mention, the final photos are quite artistic.

But there was always a vague familiarity in Wei Gong's heart.

It was as if a long time ago, in some distant world, someone had chosen similar clothes for him with his own hands.

The filming was successfully completed, and Emiya also successfully received the remuneration. With the gratitude of Mr. Yamamoto, he declined the warm invitation to enter the entertainment industry, and went directly to the market to buy vegetables and returned to the store.

Originally thought that this matter would pass like this, but one day Emiya saw a certain magazine from Tohsaka Rin's hand.

A certain magazine that published his photo.

The cover is the photo of the topless body with the pants chain open, and his master is still smiling while looking at it.

Turning over, there are several photos of him on the inside page, and there is no shortage of three sets of styles.

Emiya: "..."

I asked Rin Tohsaka who gave this magazine, and I only got the answer of "friends I made in the store recently".

"She's a glasses addict." Tohsaka Rin couldn't help laughing at Wei Gong's black face, and said jokingly, "I bought these photos because I saw them, but I didn't expect to see them carefully. acquaintance."

Emiya was stunned for a moment, and a few strands of long brown curly hair fluttered in front of his eyes like a hallucination.

Could it be that person?

The author has something to say:

This time it is an extra chapter that has basically nothing to do with the plot of the main text, and it can basically be regarded as a welfare chapter 233

Rin actually blushed at first, but then it stopped.

Everyone knows who is Girin Magazine, right?

The LME comes with a gorgeous challenge.

The latter two sets are from FECCC.I strongly recommend everyone to watch Emiya (without name) look in CCC!As a tea cook, the first time I saw HP-999, I fell down!

Bai Ye understands too well! !