Today is also seriously pampering the enemy

The title of 'the little prince of the lens' is not for boasting.

If you ask the mainland magazine, which celebrity has the most efficient cover shoot and the most amazing film, 90.00% of the photographers will vote for Qi Yu-this guy's camera sense is simply unmatched.

To trace back to the source, it is because Qi Yu's mother loves beauty, and she bought a camera after Qi Yu was born.

As soon as little Qiyu could understand what her parents said, mother Qi began to torment her son, buying him the most fashionable clothes at that time, matching the most beautiful hats, and not forgetting to say, "Baby ,Look at mom here, lower your chin a little bit... ok ok, my son is perfect! This picture is absolutely perfect!"

Having been photographed for more than ten years, Qi Yu, who is already talented, is more sensitive to the camera.

Even after entering high school, a little girl who had a crush on him hid behind the wall and shot him with a flash, and Qi Yu could reflexively turn her face slightly and show a gentle smile at the camera.

At that time, he was laughed at by his friends for being too narcissistic. Later, when everyone checked the post bar at night, they found that a poster had posted a photo of Qi Yu. The location was just right, and the friends were amazed.

Qi Yu chatted with Zheng Xuan for a while, and the assistants had already pushed out the racks with rows of clothes and placed them in front of the fitting room.

After the invited judges were seated, Howson picked up a microphone and patted it, then put it to his mouth, "It's getting late now, so let's make a long story short. As you can see, our clothes are already hanging on the Here, the theme of this issue has already been told to everyone, and after I start calling, the models need to go up and choose clothes that suit you and the theme, and then line up to go to the photography studio to take pictures."

"The finished film will be voted by the judges, and the model with the highest number of votes will become the cover model of our magazine."

Hoster paused, and scanned the models, "Start!"

Before he finished speaking, the models started to act one after another—running ahead means choosing more clothes. With so many sets of clothes, there is always one that is most suitable and one that is not suitable for the theme. What they are fighting for is the gap between them .

Not to be outdone, Qi Yu ran to the clothes. He picked out faster than others. He basically pulled the sleeves of the clothes and looked at the neckline to know whether the clothes were what he wanted.

In fact, he was already observing those clothes when he was speaking in Housent, and quickly recalled the more relevant collocations in Zheng Xuan's book in his mind, and he already had an idea of ​​what he needed to wear in his mind.

He rummaged through a few, and finally found a black bomber jacket with a chain on it and a giant wing pattern on the back, which was cool and flashy, very relevant.

However, at the same time as he was holding the hanger, a pair of hands with slightly long body hair suddenly moved sideways, pressing down on the jacket.

"..."

Qi Yu turned around, and there was a 1.9-meter Caucasian model standing beside him, with a lip stud on the corner of his mouth. He was tall and strong, especially because of his height, which could put pressure on short Asians.

However, Qi Yu did not show a trace of timidity, his hand was still on the jacket, "I got this first."

"so what?"

The white model seemed to have heard some funny joke, he pushed Qiyu, and at the same time pointed to the leftover clothes that were picked out next to him, "Hey boy, there are silk shirts for you over there, and there are some that you wore Coats and suits that are too big, go for that. This jacket is mine."

"........."

Qi Yu glanced at the jacket, then at the muscles of the white model, and kindly reminded, "Are you sure? I don't think you can wear this dress."

The white model raised the corner of her mouth, pulled the jacket out of his hand, pressed Qi Yu's shoulder hard, and lowered her voice to warn, "Boy, "Glamour" is a French magazine, go back to your little one." Let's be your star. Small people are not suitable for modeling, and this will be the first lesson we will teach you."

These local models have already discussed it, and let one person go to grab the clothes that the Asian took, and the others are responsible for taking away the clothes that are easy to wear. Naturally, it will be greatly discounted.

Although there must be competition among their own people, no matter what, they will not allow a black-haired and yellow-skinned Asian to appear on the cover of "glamour".

"alright."

Qi Yu seemed to be frightened by this big man, he let go of the jacket holding his hand, and turned around indifferently to pick out the rest of the clothes.

However, as the white man said, this dispute caused him to miss the best opportunity. The rest of the clothes either did not conform to the wild theme, or the shape would highlight the shortcomings of the Asian body.

But in the end he was the only one left, and Qi Yu was not in a hurry at all. He rummaged through the hangers for a long time, and finally chose a v-neck black silk shirt without any pattern.

When he brought the clothes into the fitting room, Xiao Ru was stunned for two seconds, "Brother...how do you take this?"

"It's nothing."

Qi Yu glanced at the time and estimated that he might be the last one in the shoot, "Where's the makeup artist?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Xiaoru became angry, "Originally one makeup artist was in charge of two models, but two people ran to our side just now, saying that they needed to make up their legs and hands, and they were dragged away It's..."

In this way, the makeup artist will not be in charge of him until the three of them are finished.But if this is the case, after the photo is taken, there will be no time to refine it.

"Don't wait for them." Qi Yu made a decisive decision, "Xiao Ru, I remember that you learned from a makeup artist before, and you can also make up yourself, so you can be my makeup artist."

"???"

Xiao Ru was so surprised that she didn't know how to put her hands and feet on her feet, and shook her head repeatedly, "Brother, I just learned it casually, how can I take it seriously... I will simply put on foundation or something, complicated ones can't be dissolved..."

"You don't need to draw complicated ones."

Qi Yu piled the pile of cosmetics in front of her into her arms, and at the same time took out a pair of scissors from the drawer. After comparing it with herself, she clicked twice and cut two holes in the clothes.

Xiaoru: "!!!"

The surrounding white models and makeup artists were all attracted by the sound. Seeing him scratching his clothes, some rolled their eyes restrainedly, and some of them burst out laughing.

Even Howson, who was walking around and watching, couldn't help frowning, "This dress is the work of Master Miranda, and it's worth tens of thousands of dollars..."

"Housent."

Zheng Xuan, who was standing beside him, shook her head. Although she didn't know what Qi Yu was going to do, the light in the young man's eyes just now gave her infinite confidence, "He is a famous actor in China, please believe that he is not Wouldn't be able to afford a shirt."

Facing the ridicule from the surroundings, Qi Yu opened the curtain without paying attention, turning the surroundings into a small dressing room.

"Give me foundation first, and I don't need concealer. Europeans and Americans don't prefer flawless skin."

While trimming the wool on the gap, he instructed Xiaoru.

Xiao Ru poured the foundation on her hands, looked at his bare face, and replied quietly, "Brother, your face is flawless...does it mean I have to draw some freckles on you?"

"...No need, just go ahead."

Qi Yu couldn't accept this kind of aesthetics. He also had other requirements for eye makeup, "The eyeliner should not be too exaggerated, but it must also have a sense of presence. The eye shadow is simpler, and black makeup is good? Don't draw it so thick, red and Dark brown and these two colors will do.”

"I will do black makeup!"

As soon as she heard the familiar term, Xiaoru was immediately encouraged.

Speaking of black makeup, it is a feature of Chinese TV dramas, it is too simple!

She quickly helped Qi Yu put on the makeup on her face, and was waiting for his next instruction, Qi Yu suddenly stood up, and took off the single knit sweater she was wearing with a brush.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Xiao Ru immediately turned around covering her eyes, her cheeks flushed with excitement, "Damn it, I saw the fairy's naked body! I am a sinner, ah, the fairy was defiled by me!"

Qi Yu: "...Come here and help me put on my makeup."

"?? Isn't it finished?"

Xiao Ru still covered her eyes, "Brother, put on your clothes first, we have something to talk about, hey, hey, don't pull me, I will go by myself... ahhh!"

·

Because he was the last one to enter the dressing room and there was no makeup artist, Qi Yu was naturally the last one for the shoot.

At this time, there is no one else in the photography hall except the photographer.The other models were sitting in the hall drinking and smoking in twos and threes, the bustling scene was very lively.

So far, the photographer is very tired and very dissatisfied.He heard that the last one was an Asian, so he planned to take a few photos of him hastily, and the judges would not hire him anyway.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

When Qingyue's calm voice rang in his ears, the photographer looked up and saw Qi Yu who had changed clothes and put on makeup, opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't move his eyes.

The Asian man in front of him was wearing a black silk shirt. The first button of the shirt was twisted on the first grid, which directly turned into a design that exposed a large collarbone, while the extra hem was tucked into the trousers, visually showing his more outstanding.

His red eye makeup made his eye sockets inexplicably deep, but his expression was cold and arrogant, as if there was nothing in his eyes, as if...

It seems that the real rebellious angel Lucifer has come to the world.

The photographer stammered suddenly, "Wait, wait a minute, I'll ask someone to get a lighting."

"No need to turn on the lights."

Before he could move, he was interrupted by Qi Yu, "It's enough to turn on the exposure. I'll make a pose later. After you finish shouting, count to three in your mind, and press the shutter when you're done."

"I know you are tired, but there are only two photos handed to the judges. So let's not waste the negatives, take one shot, understand?"

"Oh, oh." The photographer nodded subconsciously, and suddenly realized after a half-beat delay:

Damn, I'm a photographer, why is he calling for a shot?And why is this kid so proficient in yelling?

Half an hour later, all the photos have been developed and printed, and a thick stack of codes is placed on the table. The new edges are so sharp that they can cut human fingers.

After the assistant turned on the projector, Howson raised the microphone again, "Now it's time to show the photos of the models. There are three rounds of voting. In the first round, the judges can vote independently based on their impressions of the models. In the second round, we will A random photo of the model in the shooting session just now is projected on the screen. In the third round, we will distribute the two sets of photos that have been developed and printed to the judges for careful viewing."

Before he finished explaining the rules, all the models were surprised, and one directly raised his hand to ask, "Mr. Housente, you didn't mention that there were three votes before the audition, and the second one was a randomly selected photo." .”

They thought they only had to send two pictures, so they carefully selected their best-looking and sexiest angles from a large set of pictures, and handed them over to professionals for modification and adjustment.As a result, the second round of random selection is suddenly announced. If the selected photos happen to have flaws and do not meet the judges' standards, wouldn't it be a big loss?

There was a lot of complaints around, only Qi Yu heaved a sigh of relief:

In order to hurry up, he cooperated with the photographer, and the two negatives he took just met his requirements. In other words, the random selection in the second round was more helpful to him.

Seeing the voices of the disputes and discussions below getting louder, Howson couldn't help but pat the microphone, "Quiet. You are all excellent candidates we have selected from thousands of people, and the youngest Caucasian model has been there for several years. I don’t think there’s much problem with graphic modeling experience, even if it’s a waste film, so why should everyone belittle themselves?”

He coughed twice, "In the voting, all the judges have one vote. In the end, the assistant counts the results of the three votes, and the winner will appear on the main cover of our next issue of "Glamour" magazine."

There are 7 judges at the scene, and the two directors each have a battalion. Every vote may be the key to the decisive victory.Although the judges present were all white judges, some of them were also seniors who simply loved art and advocated racial equality.

Howson sat back on the judging panel, sweating in his palms: I hope these models can make a difference, so many professional models can't lose to a young Chinese kid, right?

The results of the first round of voting came out quickly. Two of the seven voted for Qi Yu. The result was not good, but it was not bad either.

There are more than a dozen models with different looks, but to quickly catch the judges' attention in a short period of time, on the one hand, you must rely on the style and characteristics of your photos to win; on the other hand, the time of exhibition is also the key point that needs to be grasped , the people at the beginning and the end are often the most impressive, but the models in the middle are likely to be brushed off.

Of course, luck can also be a factor in determining success or failure.

The assistant first released the names and resumes of the models on the big screen, and then randomly selected photos one by one. After half a round, Zheng Xuan basically only took a look or two to get the bottom line.

Compared with these unsurprising styles, she is looking forward to Qi Yu's performance. Although this young man from the East failed to win the first place, but as the finale, it is quite fun, isn't it?

Zheng Xuan carried a notebook, which recorded the name of the model interviewed this time. She was not very impressed with the last model, so she put a small cross behind his name.

When he looked up again, the big screen had already switched to the model's information, and two short words were displayed on it: Qi Yu.

"..."

Zheng Xuan glanced at the sorting, and his expression changed immediately.

How is this going?

Qi Yu was obviously the last one to come out of the photography hall, and should be the last one to show the photos according to the order, why did he suddenly switch to the middle?

Zheng Xuan frowned slightly, and subconsciously glanced at Howard.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you."

Housant noticed her gaze, turned his head and showed his white teeth, "I discussed with several judges just now, and decided to disrupt the order of the models' appearance and rank them randomly, so as to ensure fairness. Director Zheng ,What do you think?"

"..." Zheng Xuan's face gradually darkened, but she still showed a polite smile, "In order to maintain fairness, of course I will not object."

While they were talking, Qi Yu's resume had been turned over, but the big screen was still blank, and nothing could be seen.

The judges waited for two or three seconds, but still did not see a single figure.

Zheng Xuan realized something was wrong, stood up and asked the assistant, "What's going on?"

The assistant clicked and clicked on the computer several times, and raised his face at a loss, "Sorry, the computer model is too old, and the data of the picture is too large, so it got stuck."

"..."

When this kind of failure occurs, Zheng Xuan is not easy to lose his temper with an assistant, "Call me to get a note before leaving get off work, and go to the logistics department to change the computer."

Xiao Ru was peeling an apple for Qi Yu, smacking her tongue while peeling, "Brother, why do I think they did it on purpose...why does something happen every time it's your turn?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Qi Yu saw that she was almost shaved, took it over, and took a bite crisply, "Luck is always conserved. If you are unlucky now, maybe you can change your luck later?"

However, after waiting for 2 minutes, the photo still didn't come out.

The judges' time is precious, the assistant wiped the sweat off his face, and had no choice but to suggest to everyone, "Miss Zheng, Mr. Housente, I suggest showing the photos of the following ones in order first, so as not to delay the process."

"sure."

The anxiety in Zheng Xuan's heart disappeared without a trace, and she raised her eyebrows, "Well, let's transfer this contestant to the last place, and take advantage of this time to check carefully whether the picture is damaged , make sure there is no problem with the screening."

After the assistant nodded, she suddenly turned around and asked Howard seriously, "Deputy Director, do you have any doubts about my decision?"

"........."

Howard gritted his teeth, "...No."

Zheng Xuan finally got her wish and put her seed player in the last place.

With the passage of time, the pictures of the models have also been displayed to the end. Some unlucky models were selected with pictures with poor posture, and some lucky models happened to be selected for refined pictures.

Qi Yu also paid special attention to the fact that the white model who robbed him of his clothes could not wear the clothes because of his oversized chest muscles, so he had to find another way and half-dressed them, which not only showed a strong masculinity, but also highlighted the theme of this time.

During the show of this model photo, several judges nodded slightly with relaxed smiles on their faces.

Xiao Ru has been paying attention to the judges' reactions, writing down the models that may be selected, and finally found that there are still three or four people, and she can't help showing a trace of worry on her face, "Brother, it's coming to you soon..."

"Click, click, click, click."

Qi Yu listened to music with headphones on in one ear, and held an apple in the other hand, and was still sending messages to Dong Lin, "Huh? What did you say?"

Xiao Ru: "... Forget it brother, pretend I didn't say it."

All the pictures of the Caucasian models have been displayed, and the big screen once again displayed the two Chinese characters 'Qi Yu'.

Several visually tired judges noticed the name and sat up immediately, with a little expectation in their eyes——

In addition to the bonus of praying for oriental blood, the screening accident just happened also whetted their appetite.

After all, if a story is interrupted just after the beginning, anyone will be curious.

This time, the computer and the projector worked perfectly together, and in the next second, in the studio with weak incandescent lights, Ji Yu's photo was projected on the screen.

The surroundings are dark, but because of the exposure, the protagonist is particularly bright in the photo.He was wearing a shirt he had improved and was sitting lazily on the steps. This angle was just right to capture the almost perfect right-angled shoulders outlined by the clothes.

This silk shirt was abandoned by many white people because of its temperament and lack of sense of design, but it showed a different taste when worn on him.

One cuff of the shirt was torn several times, hanging down like a tassel, and the white wrist was looming in it, like a snake fruit hidden in the woods, full of temptation.Behind him, a withered rose is hidden in a glass bottle, and its petals are scattered weakly on the ground, revealing a sense of loneliness and silence.

Qi Yu raised his hand to gently support his chin, his hair blocked a small part of his profile.But even without looking at his face, or even covering his eyes, he could feel the paranoia and indifference of a fallen angel from his temperament.

Lucifer was once God's darling, he was calm and arrogant, and he regarded demons as nothing.So even in hell, this superior 'superior' has never disappeared.

He is not an angel, nor a demon, he is just free.

The judging panel was silent, and even the assistant who showed the photos was so attracted that he even forgot to cut to the next one.

"Yes."

Zheng Xuan looked at this photo, unable to regain consciousness for a long time, tears suddenly fell from the corners of her eyes unconsciously, she murmured in a low voice, "This is the Lucifer I want..."

There was a very familiar but somewhat unfamiliar trembling feeling in her heart. This feeling first appeared more than ten years ago. When Zheng Xuan was a little girl, she crossed several defense lines and came to the strange France. I accidentally found the magazine "Glamour" on the street, and my whole person was instantly shocked.

The man on the cover is standing on a street corner, holding an old-fashioned bicycle, wearing a simple shirt and suit.He can't be said to be very handsome, and he can't compare to Tom Cruise or Leonardo. He just stands there and smiles so simply, exuding an unparalleled charm from the depths of his soul.

That cover affected most of Zheng Xuan's life, and even affected her "glamour" style after she took power.Since then, she has searched for countless models and published and proofread hundreds of magazines, but she has never found the feeling of being extremely attracted to her soul.

But today, she felt the same charm from the soul in her compatriots.

"..."

Howent was also shocked by this picture, but he was stunned for a few seconds, and still couldn't help saying, "It's very innovative, but I think it's still too simple. In comparison, David's idea of ​​the flight jacket The interpretation may be closer to the theme of this time, and his clothes are also very fashionable, which will drive the sales of the new issue..."

Now that Zheng Xuan is full of confidence in Qi Yu, she couldn't help giving him a blank look, and choked back straightforwardly, "Hausent, have you really worked in the magazine for six or seven years? How could you even say that 'fashion doesn't mean tedious? 'Don't you understand the simplest truth?"

A judge next to him also nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the simple basic models are always enduring, and we are only responsible for a little processing on them."

"........."

Howson silently swallowed that breath, "Assistant, you can start counting the votes."

As a result of the second round of voting, three people voted for Qi Yu, three people voted for David, and two votes were loose votes.

After two rounds of voting, Qi Yu now has five votes in total, while David has six votes, only two votes away from overtaking.

"His thinking fits well with Zheng."

One of the judges looked at the photo regretfully, gestured for a long time, and finally shook his head, "If I were an outsider, I think this is perfect. He showed me another kind of beauty. But from the judges' The angle, I always feel that it is a little bit worse, just a little bit...what is it?"

Another judge also sighed, spread his palms and said to Zheng Xuan in a low voice, "I agree with Mr. Winter, maybe it lacks a bit of masculinity? Or something else, anyway, it looks very beautiful, but still Nowhere near perfect."

"Zheng, I know you like him, but..."

He rubbed his chin and said honestly, "If his next cover photo doesn't convey the feeling we want, I think..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Xuan shook his head, "No, I believe him."

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