Baiyueguang professional account

On Thursday, An Mo asked for leave at noon and did not broadcast live.

The hot summer always makes people a little bit emotionally anxious, and An Mo is also like this, so that when he was exposed to the scorching sun after going out, he instantly lost the desire to have lunch.

He went straight to the destination of this trip.

This is a tailor shop. In the era of gradual advancement and perfection, a tailor shop is not easy to find.An Mo also searched for a long time before finding a tailor shop in the fringe area of ​​City A. It is very old, and the only few have high reviews. In addition to the thoughtful service, the confidentiality is also extremely strong. The individual customization will not only sign the contract, but also never spread it if the customer does not agree.

So much so that on the publicity panel of their home, there are only those few clothes that go around, and the styles are rarely updated.

Standing in front of the second-floor store decorated in the style of a small classical building, carefully looking at the unique plaque, the sunlight penetrated into the gap, and An Mo pulled the brim of his hat to cover the light that was about to move.

He is very afraid of the sun, which has nothing to do with his physique. It was just that he had just discovered that he had anorexia at that time. He was very unconvinced when he was young and frivolous. Rice cooking machine.When he came out of the restaurant, facing the direct scorching sun, his stomach churned and he vomited it out.

Since then, he doesn't like being exposed to direct sunlight, which can be regarded as a psychological shadow to some extent.

Pushing open the door and entering, the cool breeze blowing towards the face brings a scent of fragrance. The decoration inside is also in a classical style, and the room is quiet, as if no one is there.An Mo walked in, passing a small table with a small incense burner on it, and white smoke was wafting out, and the woody fragrance here was stronger.

"welcome."

A gentle voice sounded, An Mo looked away from the censer and looked inside.

Suddenly, a man appeared in the originally empty hall. He was tall and slender, and he was wearing an elegant white coat, which matched the decoration of the store very well.

An Mo took off his hat, and there was a hint of admiration in his light eyes.

"Hello." He nodded and said, "I found this store on the Internet and want to order a dress."

The man smiled and nodded, "Is it customized for you?"

"Correct."

"Did you bring the blueprint?"

"No." An Mo shook his head: "I don't have a design drawing. If possible, I will leave the design and production to the store."

The man looked An Mo up and down, his eyes were calm and serious, not offensive.

After a while, he smiled again and said, "You are very nice, my guest."

"Thank you." An Mo's face is not covered up. The other party can simply use the word 'good-looking' to describe him, and he must be someone who has seen strong winds and waves.

The man directly invited him to sit in the tea room.

Surprised that there was a tea room in a tailor shop, An Mo followed the man, listening to his self-introduction and the process of custom-made clothes, and finally sat in the tea room in a daze, with a cup of fragrance overflowing in front of him. green tea.

"So what kind of dress do you want to order?"

Mr. Yu, the owner of this shop, asked softly.

An Mo thought for a while and said, "If it were me, what do you think of the cheongsam?"

Rao has seen strong winds and waves, when a beautiful boy said in front of him that he wanted to customize a cheongsam, Mr. Yu still trembled uncontrollably.

An Mo said calmly, "If the cheongsam is not suitable, other things are fine, but it must be a women's dress."

"...Okay." Mr. Yu took out a folder from the drawer, and after opening it was a few pages, "Mr. An can take a look at the terms on it, every customer who comes to the store to customize clothing must sign this."

An Mo was not surprised because he had seen this customization condition in the evaluation. After reading it carefully, he signed his name.

After collecting the documents, Mr. Yu began to ask An Mo about the purpose of customizing women's clothing. When he learned that he was an anchor and that women's clothing was a benefit for fans, Mr. Yu's face showed a hint of bewilderment.

"Although I occasionally watch live broadcasts, it's the first time I've heard that fan benefits are women's clothing photos."

Mr. Yu's body was full of sophistication that didn't fit his status, so An Mo didn't explain too much.

"Perhaps your first instinct is right." After chatting with An Mo for a while, Mr. Yu finalized his idea and said, "Why don't you just use the cheongsam, I have a very good design idea, if you can accept it."

"Any questions?"

"It's more in line with your temperament." Mr. Yu smiled softly, "Why don't I draw the design first?"

An Mo was surprised, "Now?"

"Yes, it's very simple for me, as long as I have inspiration, I can draw it soon." Mr. Yu explained: "I majored in fashion design, and opened this store after graduation. It has been in operation for ten years. "

An Mo was silent for a few seconds, "You look so young."

"Thank you for the compliment." The 35-year-old Mr. Yu smiled.

When he was full of inspiration, he drew a sketch for An Mo within 5 minutes with just a piece of white paper and a pencil.

An Mo didn't count the time, but in his opinion, it was just a short period of silence and three cups of hot tea. The white paper Mr. Yu handed over appeared to be a sketch of a cheongsam design.

Several key points are displayed: high fork, high collar, and halter.

【nice one. 】

An Mo: ...

Mr. Yu took a sip of tea leisurely, "This design can reflect your body advantage."

"You are too serious." An Mo couldn't help laughing helplessly, "Actually, as long as you are ordinary."

"Aren't you an anchor?"

"I'm."

"Since it is a fan benefit, it must be able to stabilize fans while attracting more fans."

An Mo didn't think much about it, "Do you think I can attract more fans with a set of photos of women's clothing? Oh, yes, I forgot to mention that although I am an anchor, I don't show my face."

How many new fans can the faceless photos of women's clothing attract?Have you ever watched his live broadcast and fell in love with him just by seeing his figure in women's clothing?

It's a bit wishful thinking.

Mr. Yu curled his lips into a smile, with a deep light shining in his eyes.

"Mr. An, are you willing to let me give it a go? If you believe me, come to pick up the clothes at five o'clock tomorrow night, and make a bet with you. According to your current number of fans, within three days after you post the women's clothing photos , I will say a number. If the number of fans reaches the number I said after three days, you promise me to be a model for a store promotion photo; if not, I will not charge you a penny for this customization, and the clothes will be given away for free your."

[Good thing. 】

The system is like a fan, wishing to turn into a physical body to make friends with Mr. Yu.

This bet is not so difficult to consider.

"Plane photo..."

"Absolutely legal."

"Then there's no problem." An Mo smiled calmly, "Deal."

Now he is not a big anchor, so he can save a lot of money. The price of custom-made clothes is not cheap.

After measuring the proportions of his body, An Mo told Mr. Yu his account number.

Although Mr. Yu himself watched the live broadcast, An Mo thought of his "advanced age" in his 30s, and always felt that there was a generation gap between the two of them, so he was not afraid of him going to his live broadcast room to watch.

After returning home, An Mo confirmed the time with Qi Er again. In the chat records, Qi Er was as happy as a fat man of two hundred catties, and repeatedly confirmed with An Mo about Saturday's itinerary.

Zier was afraid of An Moge, and An Mo was afraid of Qierge. The two were indeed good friends who had been good friends for so many years.

On Friday night, An Mo went to pick up his clothes.

The overall color of the cheongsam is dark purple, and the neckline is dotted with exquisite gemstones. In some places, it is made of black lace or fine gauze, which looks lustful and mysterious.

"This is for you." Mr. Yu took out a small bag, "I think you will use it."

An Mo thanked him, and froze when he opened it.

[Heisi's eternal god! ! ! 】

The end of the system's joyful clamor is blocking.

It's just a fan benefit, and it's not for fun. An Mo wasn't nervous at first, but after being teased like this, he became nervous instead.

After returning home and hanging up the clothes, An Mo recalled Mr. Yu's advice on how to dress up, hesitated again and again, and went to the mall after dinner.

Wearing sunglasses and a hat, An Mo bought a pair of high heels that fit his size...

—— Fan welfare, fun to the end!

Zier is a character who can't hide his thoughts. At least since Wednesday, Zier seems to be surrounded by flowers, and wherever he goes, he can hear the noisy calls of birds rushing to the flowers.

As a teammate and roommate, Chuhe suffered the worst. When he entered the training room with black eyes on Friday, he was hit by the coach Lao Ma.

"Did you rob the bank last night?"

"...Coach, I'm wronged." Chuhe wanted to cry but had no tears, "Qi'er doesn't sleep well. .”

The old horse frowned, "What happened to him?"

"The heart is in the spring." A teammate passing by the door smiled mysteriously, "I heard that the little anchor he likes asked him to watch the third round of the playoffs tomorrow."

Chuhe sneered: "This kind of thing can only be done by Qier taking the initiative to ask someone out."

"Not necessarily. Our Zier looks fair and handsome. It is the kind that is more popular on the Internet now... What is it called? Little milk dog?"

"Little silly dog."

As soon as the teammate finished speaking, a person suddenly stopped behind him, and a tall figure was projected down, blocking all the light from the door.

"Why aren't you training yet?" Ling Han looked at the crowd blocking the door with raised eyebrows, and nodded to the old horse's gaze, "Coach."

"Linghan, it's okay to care about Qier." The old horse sighed: "When the child grows up, he should help guide him emotionally."

"Emotions?" Ling Han raised his eyes, and his cold eyes swept across the crowd, "What happened?"

Chuhe told what happened last night, and confessed a certain anchor by the way.

"Maybe make a date on Saturday, Zier doesn't have the mood to train at all right now."

After the words fell, he felt that the air around him became colder. The man closed his eyes halfway, his face expressionless, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Pursing his lips, Ling Han walked into the training room without saying a word, everyone's eyes followed him, and finally saw him stop near Zier's position.

"Recently, training has been neglected, and Zier will train again tomorrow."

Everyone: "..."

Don't be a human being!

The author has something to say: Zier: This is all retribution!

"30 years old" in the article is just an description, there is no age discrimination [I have to explain in order to prevent the bar! ], that is, the live broadcast that people in their thirties like to watch may not be the one that people in their twenties like to watch, so I explain it this way.

I'm going to take a photo of women's clothing tomorrow, so I want to be a little bit, hehe!