number one supermodel

On the night of filming, it was foggy again in London. Sitting in the dressing room, Mi Le was being manipulated by the makeup artist while watching the live broadcast on the mobile computer in front of her.That was Huo Chengan's press conference.Beside him is a handsome boy, tall and clear-eyed.Looking at it from a distance, it looks like another Mi Le.

Mi Le is a little overwhelmed, and this looks like the solution for Huo Chengan that Kelly said.And he did see the stunned expressions of the reporters below.Those carrying long guns and short cannons seemed to be very disappointed while being shocked, and the microphones that were eager to try seemed to be infected by these disappointments and died down.But there are also other unwilling reporters who tried to expose this lie.It's just that Huo Cheng'an looks so calm, as if the high-sounding words in his mouth are absolutely true at the moment.

On the screen, Huo Chengan was hugging other boys. He had never seen such a tender Huo Chengan, and he had never seen him look at someone with such precious eyes.

Mi Le felt very uncomfortable. Even though he knew that Huo Chengan was just acting, he still felt very uncomfortable.He didn't like the person snuggling in Huo Cheng'an's arms, especially when that person had a face that was very similar to his own.

Turning off the computer annoyedly, Mi Le's unattractive expression naturally caught the attention of the makeup artist.It's just that the people Wallenstein selected know a little bit about what to say and what not to ask.

Mi Le looked at himself in the glasses. This time the topic was [Be Yourself], but it was obvious that he still hadn't been himself.

The summer night draft blows into the dressing room, and Mi Le suddenly realizes that he was destined not to be himself when he entered the modeling circle.He can't change anything, in order to survive, he can only change himself.

Mi Le began to look at herself in the mirror in a daze.I don't know how long it took, but the makeup artist shook him to bring him back to his senses.

"The photographer came over just now to urge you to get ready and go."

"Okay, I see." Mi Le fiddled with the ends of her bangs a few times, let go of the strange emotions in her heart, and went out with the makeup artist.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the photographer yelled to call it a day.Including Miller.He found himself spending more time getting in shape today.Especially when the strong light above his head shrouded his body like a hood, he was shaking non-stop. The pain from the piercing of the ankle ring was projected on the meninges without warning at that moment, and his body also thought it was real pain. incoming.The muscles and fascia are all tensed at this moment by the wrong message of the nerve reflex.

Mi Le came out of the man-made mist with a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke was not fake. Mi Le tried to inhale like others, and then he was choked to death.Coughing, he followed the staff into a black car, knowing that his work for the day wasn't done yet.

The car passed through the bustling urban area of ​​London, passed through the nightless street that was still noisy even in the middle of the night, passed through the strings of lights and stopped under the gate of an old castle.Looking through the vast manor, under the shroud of night, the deep and dark castle with no lights at all looks lonely and terrifying.

Entering the castle, those quaint lamps are like dominoes, as if a group of flames were blown away by the wind and flew here, lighting up one after another, like wearing flowers.

Mi Le had to admit that the person who arranged the castle was very skilled. When he saw the models chatting loudly in the living room, Mi Le really thought that he was still in the model house in Long Island, and he just went out for a walk. , Nothing like kidnapping, making things difficult for the media, or being hospitalized has ever happened.

"Hey, Mi Le! Why are you standing there, why don't you come in?"

Mi Le heard Cesare yelling at him, and then his eyes fell on the men who were scattered on the sofa.Ambow huddled on the sofa and played with his mobile phone motionlessly. If he didn't look at his rapidly flicking fingers, his face covered by his forehead hair would be enough to make him fall asleep.Polivev was cutting fruit, and then cut it into uniform pieces and distributed it to different plates and pushed it in front of everyone. He seemed to have a special liking for taking care of others.Mi Le didn't know what Cesare was doing, maybe he was nagging someone, or he was watching TV.Mi Le only knew that Cesare stood up and yelled his name immediately after he entered the door, and focused all eyes on him.As for Adrian, he still had such a calm posture, holding a white porcelain coffee cup, and reading a high-end magazine spread out on his lapped knees.

Kellyona told him that the models came voluntarily, and Mi Le noticed the tiredness on their faces, thinking that they might have been jet-lagged after a long flight.Thinking of those unfriendly hostility, Mi Le's heart became complicated for a while.

He didn't feel that his friendship with them was so good. There was no need for them to help him in this situation where everyone was still an enemy.Especially Adrian, Mi Le still remembered his sudden dissatisfaction, it seemed that Mi Le had done something that was out of bounds.

"Long time no see, gentlemen." Mi Le suppressed the suffocation and showed a faint smile.

Mi Le originally wanted to start the scene with a smile, but the atmosphere became a little stiff at this time.

The staff helped to move the shooting equipment one after another, and the muffled sound of accidentally bumping into the wall pillar was like a thunderbolt in summer beating on Mi Le's heart.His fingers trembled, and he kept smiling and walked on.

"I don't know how happy you are to come." Mi Le walked over, hugged each of them with joy, and kissed each other.They are like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, they seem to just take off the disguise in front of everyone, and treat them sincerely with a pure heart.

Mi Le chatted with them happily, but the topic avoided going back to the matter of his kidnapping.They sat around and revealed a deep friendship that hadn't been there before.Even the photographer on the side was astonished to think that they really had such a good relationship.

Mi Le looked at their faces with a smile, his smile spread to the corners of his eyes, but it didn't go deep into his eyes.Kelly Leonard and Huo Cheng'an both revealed to him at the same time that it was the people in the model who drugged him, which is why he was kidnapped so easily.Even he still doesn't know the circumstances under which he was poisoned.Judging from the previous situation and Ambow's various strange hints, the "accomplice" is likely to be Cesar.It's just that Mi Le has no evidence, and this matter can't be publicized at all.

He finally knows now that you can never imagine others to be too kind, and never give up your trust easily.Perhaps before this, he still had a little naivety and arrogance, thinking that he could survive in this muddy water alone.Then after this incident, he really needs to get rid of those poor delusions.After all, he is just a drop in the ocean of this society, he can't change anything, he can only change himself to adapt to this circle.

Everyone was telling him that friends were a tenuous bond here.In the face of interests, he can be easily broken.And these people in front of him are not yet his friends.

They are just taking advantage of each other.

The negative news about Mi Le gradually dissipated, and he soon secretly returned to the model's house.When he left London, only Kelly Leona was with him, and Huo Cheng'an still had important family matters to deal with, so he couldn't get away.Mi Le can understand, but it doesn't mean he won't get a little emotional.

Kellyona could see Mi Le's displeasure very quickly, but he couldn't tell what it was like.have no choice?Bitter?anger?Maybe both.Huo Cheng'an is a dead man, but even Kelly Cannon can't deny this man's tolerance and devotion to Mi Le.Nothing good would come of forcing, Kellyona knew.So he won't do anything to make everyone unhappy.Maybe one day he will suddenly cry in front of Mi Le, or bring a little boy to kiss him to see how he reacts, or just confess his love with a large bouquet of roses.Kellyona smirked.He understands that it doesn't matter who hurts whom at all, because Mi Le, a little idiot, doesn't even know what he and that dead mansao are thinking.Of course, he would never tell Huo Cheng that An Mile was interested in him.Otherwise, he would definitely want to tear up Shi Mensao's hidden smug face, and mock his expression of overreaching by the way.Oh damn.He has good reasons to make that dead man feel uneasy for a while longer.

Along the way, Mi Le felt that Kellyona was frustrated and resentful and proud, and he didn't know what he was thinking.Seeing that Kelly was pondering with gusto by himself, Mi Le didn't feel too embarrassed to bother him.

Back at the Model House, the welcoming atmosphere was not warm, so Mi Le didn't care.

Originally, some people in the model house deliberately united with others to reject him. Mi Le himself is usually more enthusiastic, but now he doesn't want to have a hot face and a cold ass.What's more, it won't be long before they don't need to continue living in the model house.Because the final stage week is coming soon, it will be clear who will win and who will lose.Do you leave with a grieved or regretful smile, or take away the reward that represents countless money and fame with tears of excitement.Everyone is trying their best to fight for the last time, and even the scorers who have no hope of winning have not given up this week's performance in frustration.

For models, the runway is a place they can't give up all their lives.There is the starting point, the glorious starting point.It's also the pinnacle, the pinnacle of model fashion.The catwalks of the four major fashion weeks carry the dreams of many young boys and girls.There was cheering, and there was the brightest light.The models were there to dazzle the world with their crowns.Top catwalks breed supermodels, and supermodels also gild those catwalks layer by layer.How many models have spent countless thoughts running around, starving themselves skinny in order to wear the smallest size clothes, just to be able to be on the catwalk of the masters.They don't have to be on the cover of magazines, and they don't have to attend those fashionable receptions where they build relationships.But if they go there, don't worry, there will be magazine covers, and there will be people at parties who want to get on with you.

Therefore, it is extremely important to go to the stage week, no matter in anyone's eyes.Who can be sure that there is no boring master watching this show, and then happens to fall in love with Typhoon's beautiful self.

But this does not include Mi Le, he also attaches importance to it, and he attaches importance to every game.But compared to the eagerness of others, Mi Le seemed a bit decadent.Yes, decadent.After he came back, he rarely smiled at other people, and he didn't leave his bedroom very often.Everyone was discussing the possibility of the theme of the next stage week in full swing, only Mi Le and Amber did not participate.Ambow is weird and withdrawn, he may not be able to answer ten sentences others say, and his mobile phone is his girlfriend.He dissociates from everyone and everyone is not surprised.Mi Le, on the other hand, seems to have really shed the innocence of human beings and transformed into a real lonely and arrogant peacock prince, who disdains to be with them.

Of course, Mi Le wasn't disdainful, he was just a little tired of intrigue even when discussing those men.Not to mention that Cesar probably also knows the theme of Last Walk Week.This discussion seems really stupid.And the more important reason is that, seeing Mr. Keanu's attitude, Mi Le knew that he would no longer have the possibility of winning the championship.Nobody ever told him that, but he just knew.

Is his behavior cowardly? It's a bit.To be more precise, he was actually a little confused.He didn't know anything about the modeling industry earlier, and he didn't know why he was so popular all of a sudden.I don't know how to run this business either.Although with the help of Kelly Leona and Huo Cheng'an, he didn't learn much from it.

Mi Le's starting point is too high.When he was still a rookie, he had already climbed to a position that would take others five or even ten years to climb.He didn't have a good experience of the so-called model.He has hardly suffered any setbacks. He is on the cover, is very popular, goes to Milan, and accepts endorsements.He has been so smooth along the way.All of this seemed to be due to Mi Le himself.Because of his talent, because of his innate gorgeous appearance and golden body.But Mi Le knew that he was just sitting on the flower basket that Kelly Leona and Huo Chengan had already woven.

Participating in the competition this time is not only to explore the way forward in his career, but more importantly, Mi Le wants to know the past of the father that Wallenstein talked about that cannot overlap with his memory.But everything that happened in the model house proved that his self-management business failed very badly, and he could not win the championship in exchange for that information.

He was frustrated and confused, and suddenly he didn't know how to move forward.

Mi Le sat in a soft chair in a long corridor of the castle, in front of him were twelve modern photographs framed in picture frames.Because the previous theme was called [Be Yourself], after the end, the organizer brought these things over, so that the models could appreciate what they wanted.

And Mi Le, he was looking at his own picture.

It was a picture that looked cold.Ice slag piled up beside the two-lane wide road, and the dilapidated old European-style buildings could only show some vague outlines in the night, which were continuous triangular spires and a cross like a scar.There is a dense cold fog that shrouds these ancient buildings, and also makes the straight stone brick roadside deep and hazy.The misty night wind blows in, and the mist caresses the soft body coquettishly.They wandered and lingered again.Accompanied by the pale moonlight that is hesitating and not very bright, this place is quiet and mysterious.Like a mysterious entrance where a witch tried its magic.And that slender and tall figure stood in the hazy mist.A beam of dazzling strong light hit him obliquely, and countless dust particles and mist droplets rolled and floated in this strong light, as if being boiled by a raging fire.

The bright light didn't fully illuminate his entire body.The light seemed to penetrate into his body, making his entire face appear as a flickering shadow under the hazy mist and strong light.It seemed that he was going to walk out of the light in the next second, and it seemed that he was pushing away the difficult fog.

He was wearing a double-breasted short-breasted riding jacket with a stand-up collar, and the golden epaulette tassels shone brilliantly in the strong light.The bronzing pattern rolls on the collar of the sleeves, which is gorgeous and heroic.Under the top is a pair of white tight trousers. The slender and straight legs are wrapped in such a way, and paired with the pair of black leather long boots full of abstinence, the lines are even more indescribable.

Naturally, he held the cigarette in his right hand and placed it obliquely in front of his face. A few strands of smoke escaped from his mouth.The makeup on his face also seems to be infected with that hazy effect in the light and shadow.Or black and white, angels and demons.The eyes he looked straight at were blank, as if he had already seen through and didn't care about anyone.He has no worries, so his eyes are empty and true.

This is not like Mi Le at all, let alone returning to my natural self.

But in the picture, he just stood there, puffing out the clouds, his eyes seemed to be telling Mi Le outside the picture [Look, you can never reach my level]

Mi Le just stared at the painting in a daze, the quiet air in the corridor seemed to be a rope around his throat, making him breathless.

Mi Le suddenly understood that many turning points in life were at this moment.