The protagonist wants to steal my script again

In the morning, the alarm clock on the phone rang.

Raising his hand to wipe off the alarm clock, An Minghui yawned, wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, sat up from the bed, squinted his sour eyes and walked to the bathroom, but only remembered that this had happened when he hit his head against the wall. It was not the room he was familiar with.

While rubbing his forehead that was a little red and swollen, An Minghui opened his eyes and watched Lu walk into the toilet, took out a spare new toothbrush and towel from the drawer of the sink and began to wash.

It took more than ten minutes to take care of himself. Looking at his bangs in the mirror that almost covered his eyes, he felt very uncomfortable, so after carefully counting the money he had on hand, he reluctantly changed his clothes and went upstairs. The next barbershop gave me a custom hairstyle.

The original owner spent almost all of his money on chasing stars, and his savings were pitifully small. If he messed up today's commercial shooting in Huaguang, he might only be able to eat steamed buns for the next half month.Moreover, this opportunity was won by the agent with great efforts. For the original owner who had never been popular, Huaguang was already considered a big brand.

Although his previous salary as a teacher was not very high, at least he never had to worry about not being able to eat.

And today's shooting style is something An Minghui has never tried in his life - sexy and wild style.

He looked into the mirror again, looking at the gentle but not amazing face reflected in the mirror, he couldn't help wondering whether the original owner and the contract party were crazy, this face didn't fit that style no matter what.

Quickly recalling the original owner's expertise in modeling in his mind, An Minghui could hardly bear the urge to sigh, feeling that this was really too difficult.

Coordinating with the camera position, posing appropriate expressions and movements, and showing the effect that the spokesperson wants... no matter which one is enough, it is enough to cause headaches.And very unfortunately, in the future he knew, the original owner's endorsement filming did fail this time.

When the manager called, An Minghui stopped struggling in vain, and went downstairs ashamed, and got into the car driven by the manager.

He still didn't know how to make himself look wild, and every expression he tried in the mirror just now didn't look qualified.

He sat in the back seat and carefully glanced at the agent who was driving - he seemed to be in his early forties, his temper was not good, and his ability was only average, which might be considered a perfect match for the small company he worked for.

After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't help but probe: "I think today's endorsement style is not easy to control."

The agent replied in a bad tone: "I don't care if it's easy to handle or not, you have to get this endorsement. Do you know how much we worked hard to get this opportunity?"

An Minghui: "I, I work hard?"

Responding in embarrassment, An Minghui lowered his head and quickly checked the pictures of wild and sexy male models on the Internet on his mobile phone, and a series of muscular men appeared on the search results, which made him fall into silence again.

Speaking of which, he also has muscles, but it's just that.

When he was a quiet math teacher, he still thought that his figure was considered good among his colleagues.

When he finally arrived at the shooting location, An Minghui had no choice but to accept his fate, awkwardly took the punk style clothes handed over by the costumer, and walked awkwardly to the dressing room.

When he was less than ten meters away from the dressing room, he accidentally bumped into a female staff member who was rushing past with some clothes in her arms. The light-colored clothes that fell to the ground: "Excuse me, are you okay?"

The woman was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, her hair was casually tied behind her head, and she was wearing a pair of black high-heeled shoes. She looked like a capable and decisive person only from her appearance.

"It's okay, I'm sorry I didn't just now..." When the woman raised her head and saw An Minghui's face, her voice stopped suddenly, and her eyes seemed to be attracted by his appearance, and her eyes were on him like laser rays. Scanning back and forth, the black leather jacket with rivets and tassels was finally fixed in his hand, "Are you the model for today's photoshoot?"

That look made An Minghui feel a little hairy, so he could only smile awkwardly: "Yes, if it's okay, then I'll go first...?"

Before he finished speaking, the woman snatched the clothes from his arms, and stuffed the clothes she was holding in her hand: "Change your endorsement, pick a suit and go to the dressing room to change , Come out and show me the effect."

After speaking, before An Minghui could react, the woman turned her head and yelled at the people who were busy preparing for work in the studio: "Which blind man made the endorsement project today? Come and see for yourself, is this suitable?! After going back Go to the HR department and resign yourself! Everyone in photography, make-up, and lighting is listening, today’s project is temporarily changed and replaced with the theme that will be launched next month, and I want to see the plan within three to 10 minutes!"

Not only An Ming was dazed, but the other staff members were also stunned by this sudden change, but they could only bite the bullet and respond: "Understood, Sister Li!"

He still doesn't know exactly who this Sister Li is, but no matter how dull he is, he can see that the other party's words are quite important, so he stopped talking too much to make fun of himself, and just said softly "Then I'll go" and entered. into the locker room.

Sister Li just stuffed two sets of clothes at random. From the style and color, it can be seen that they should be mainly labeled with leisure and comfort. He doesn't know much about this aspect, so he just picked beige based on his intuition. The suit of the same color is worn on the body.

He was still wearing the white T-shirt he had when he came here. He stood in front of the full-length mirror and took a look at the effect. He felt that it was passable, and walked out of the dressing room.

Looking around, An Minghui saw that Sister Li was arguing endlessly with a male designer with light brown hair standing by the shooting site, and after a little hesitation, he still walked over there.

"You are too impulsive. That theme is the main style of next month's autumn clothes. You just randomly appoint a little famous model to be in charge?!"

"I'm a designer. What I want to pay attention to is not the fame of the model, but whether the model can support the temperament I need. I haven't scolded you yet. How dare you come here to find yourself uncomfortable? You even pointed the theme of rock punk For that little model, Shen Yi, if you have cataracts and glaucoma, you should change careers as soon as possible, if I didn’t happen to be auditioning here today, you would have ruined a good seedling, don’t you have any points?”

Before he got closer, An Minghui heard the content of the two people's quarrel over there, which made him a little embarrassed, wondering if it would be better if he didn't show up at this time.

Just when he was hesitating, Sister Li caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye, walked over angrily, grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of the male designer named Shen Yi: "Open your eyes wide Show me clearly, is this temperament better than those sissies in front? What we want is intelligence, sunshine, and a sense of warmth, not a sissy who twists her waist more vigorously than women!"

Shen Yi critically sized An Minghui up and down, and once again made him feel uncomfortable, so he reluctantly gave in: "Okay, it's okay, I'm blind this time, okay? You, your surname is An, right, go to a stylist to modify the details for you, and tell them to do it simply, don't put on too much makeup."

An Minghui felt that he had been in a state of dizziness since he arrived here, and he obeyed when he got the order again.

After changing a shirt under the guidance of the stylist, An Minghui sat in front of the dressing table and let the makeup artist do something to his face. During this period, Sister Li also followed into the dressing room, regaining her intellectual and capable image, sitting on the sofa behind The boss looked at him with satisfaction while talking to him about the shooting requirements for a while.

"My name is Li Qiuyuan. You can call me Sister Li just like everyone else. In addition to the current set, there are about seven or eight sets that need you to endorse and shoot. This is the main theme of the next season, so your salary will be correspondingly. It has improved. The new contract will be delivered before the afternoon, so you don’t have to worry about it, just promise not to cheat you, I’m mainly here to tell you how you need to show your feelings later.”

"In recent years, wild men have been popular in the main body, but this time we want the image of a warm man, do you understand the warm man? Your appearance is not bad, and your temperament is also suitable, so you don't need to deliberately pose when shooting , as long as you don't be too rigid and deliberate, as long as you obediently obey the photographer's instructions, nothing will go wrong."

It was really a very chaotic day, An Minghui felt that he had experienced many firsts in his life, so many that even he himself couldn't count how many there were.

Finally, when he was sitting in the car and ready to go home, even the agent’s surprise and admiration made him feel numb, probably because he had heard the photographer yell “perfect” too many times during the shooting just now.

In fact, these are nothing but a little tired, on the contrary, it can be said to be a great thing, after all, he doesn't have to worry about the so-called wild style, and he doesn't have to face reprimands from his manager, and he doesn't have to live on steamed buns .

The real challenge... should be tomorrow.

Sitting at the table with distracted eyes, An Minghui was writing earnestly on the pink letter paper with a pen in his hand.

Strictly speaking, he was copying a love letter, a love letter to Zhou Lianrong that was supposed to be written by the original owner, which came from the "script" in his mind.Some parts of its content are too explicit, making him blush involuntarily just writing it.

Zhou Lianrong has the habit of running every morning. According to the normal development of this world, tomorrow he will follow Zhou Lianrong for the first time.

- your humblest admirer

After signing such a blushing signature, An Minghui put down his pen and covered his shame-heated face with his hands. He couldn't help but feel that he was a bit too remiss of duty as a psychopathic villain.

Not daring to take another look at the letter, he hastily folded the letter paper and put it in the envelope. After taking a shower, he lay down early on the bed. He rushed over to guard Zhou Lianrong.

The author has something to say: An Bao's work diary

I wrote the first love letter in my life today, and I feel a little embarrassed...

Working as a model is a bit difficult, but I am relieved to be able to successfully complete it

I'm going to track down the person who is the protagonist tomorrow, I hope it can go smoothly

The mood is very complicated, let me play the role of the villain, is it really okay?