The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

"Brother Song, are you in good condition?" Seeing the obvious bruises under Song Yan's eyes, Quan Zhi couldn't hide his worry that his boss's problem of becoming panda eyes after going abroad still hasn't improved.

Song Yan waved his hand: "It's okay."

He said "it's all right", but in fact he was dizzy, which was obviously a precursor to a cold, and I'm afraid it wasn't caused by lying on the bed in the middle of the night last night and writing the test paper without covering him.

Although Quan Duo was worried, he couldn't say anything more, so he just made a vitamin C effervescent tablet for him to drink.

After drinking Vitamin C, Song Yan shook his head and put aside his gloomy face: "Let's go."

Today is January 28th, the first day of the international catwalk, and the current time is nine o'clock in the morning.

There was nothing special in the daytime on the first day, because the first show of the catwalk had not yet started, and the sponsors had no basis to choose the image spokesperson they wanted. Questions from magazine reporters.

Song Yan, as Hua Guo's only model to attend international catwalks, is a representative of Hua Guo's image, so the reporters have already set their eyes on this sweet pastry, and they can't wait to press the other party in front of the microphone and camera to ask questions.To deal with these reporters, sufficient energy is essential. Unfortunately, Song Yan didn't sleep well all night, and only slept for less than an hour when it was almost dawn.

Sitting in the co-pilot's seat of the nanny car, Li Hui narrowed her eyes when she saw Song Yan coming out of the Pingqiao Hotel. Fortunately, she brought mints with her when she came from Huaguo.

"Eat." As soon as Song Yan sat in the back seat, Li Hui handed the mints to him.

Song Yan took it without hesitation and put it in his mouth: "Today's base makeup...is a little thicker to cover dark circles."

"Fortunately, it's not that serious." Li Hui took a look at Song Yan's dark circles. Although they were more obvious than usual, they were not exaggerated. Ordinary concealers could still cover them.

"En." Song Yan replied, leaning on the back seat and staring at the slowly receding trees outside, feeling drowsy gradually swept up.

Li Hui glanced at him and let him go.Fortunately, I participated in a catwalk show these days, and I basically wore heavy makeup. It would be a bit bad to go to a movie.

The nanny car drove smoothly for half an hour, and the makeup artist sitting in the back seat like Song Yan quickly covered Song Yan's dark circles during this half hour, making him look extremely energetic.

The car soon arrived outside the venue of the international catwalk. There were people all around and inside the venue. All the people with long guns and cannons, wearing work permits, alone or in groups, were obviously media workers.They stood around the venue just to wait for the topical models to appear, so when they saw Song Yan's car approaching, they immediately swarmed up.

Li Hui woke up Song Yan, and Song Yan cheered up and rolled down the car window, smiling without hesitation.He is representing Hua Guo in this catwalk show. No matter how tired he is, he must face all the media with the most perfect appearance, and he must not make any mistakes.

As the car slowly drove into the underground parking lot in the venue, Song Yan smiled and greeted the reporters taking pictures with the car, while nodding politely.

But he didn't answer the reporter's questions, because it would be endless to answer one by one, and no one would blame him for not answering at this time, and there will be a formal interview session later.

After the car drove into the underground parking lot, reporters from various countries stopped following the car consciously and watched Song Yan leave.

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"Let's take a rest here first." Che Zhengan and the others arrived in Country F on the 28th near noon, and went directly to Pingqiao Hotel after arriving.

"Are you going tonight?" Che Shaoqi didn't have too many questions in the past, but today it was much rarer to ask.

The three gold cards given by his father's old friend can only be obtained by sponsors. Although he doesn't know what his father Che Zhengan sponsored for the international catwalk, Che Shaoqi is more eager to confirm whether the cards can be used than such things. Guarantee that he will participate in all three catwalks.

"Go if you want, if you don't want to go, stay in the hotel and rest." Hearing his son's question, Che Zhengan thought he didn't want to go.

"Go, if you and mom are going to play, you don't have to worry about me, I'll go alone." Che Shaoqi gave an answer that Che Zhengan didn't expect.

Che Zhengan, who thought his son was not interested in such things, was a little surprised. After a while, he said: "Look at your mother, if she wants to see it, she can go and see it, and if she doesn't want to see it, she can go shopping in the street."

Based on Che Zhengan's understanding of Wang Lian, although they can't count how many times they have been to Country F, there are many brands that Wang Lian likes in such a romantic capital, so the other party will most likely choose to go shopping instead of Watch the catwalk.

Che Shaoqi nodded: "Okay, thank you Dad."

Che Zhengan didn't understand what he was thanking himself for, but it sounded good: "You rest, I'll go visit your mother."

After Che Zheng'an left the room, Che Shaoqi immediately opened his suitcase, and took out his precious belongings from it.

For this photo shoot, Che Shaoqi brought his most valuable SLR and a complete set of accessories.In addition to the camera, he also brought fresh seaweed crisps from the store, which was Song Yan's favorite snack on the show.

Of course, after such a long flight, seaweed crisps are naturally not as fresh as those made and eaten in Huaguo, but Che Shaoqi has prepared sufficient fresh-keeping equipment to ensure their fresh taste as much as possible.

If there is a chance in the evening, please ask other staff members to do a favor and give the seaweed crisps to Song Yan.

Che Shaoqi sat by the bed and adjusted the camera, then meditated for a while, made plans for what to do in the evening, and then turned on the computer.

If he remembers correctly, the interview on the first day of the show will begin at [-]:[-] pm.

On Huaguo's official platform where the live show was interviewed, there were already tens of millions of viewers waiting, and most of the bullet screens were filled with Song Yan's name.

Che Shaoqi slid down the live broadcast interface, looked at the sequence of the official interviews, and after confirming that Song Yan would not appear until three o'clock, he packed his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.After taking a shower, I called the hotel service to bring afternoon tea, and then I watched the live broadcast while holding sweet milk.

At exactly three o'clock, the live broadcast screen switched to outside Song Yan's rest room, and the interviewer was a well-known female reporter from Country F.

After explaining to the name plate on the door, she tapped on the door twice, waiting for the person inside to open the door.

"Please come in." From inside the door, there was a sound in English, and Che Shaoqi recognized that it was Song Yan's voice.

The female reporter opened the door and walked in, and met Song Yan who had just put on makeup.

"Hello, Mr. Song, everyone, I am Norma Evelyn, a reporter from country F. It is an honor to interview you."

"Hello." Song Yan stood up. The makeup he put on was stage-like, which is commonly known as rich and gaudy, but the effect of the smoky makeup suits Song Yan's angular appearance inexplicably.

"I feel that Father Song is so demon today~"

"Say Abba's monster stop, take me a hhh"

"Abba is really handsome today. Is that clothes from the catwalk at night?"

"This seems to be a private server, right? Isn't it worth changing the clothes for the catwalk show so early?"

"Private server looks good, I want to be my dad's wardrobe, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Squat live, wait for the big touch to cut out the high-definition picture of the live broadcast."

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On the bullet screen, the fans chatted non-stop, while the interview on the spot went smoothly.

Reporter Norma Evelyn did not ask very tricky questions, but asked questions in a well-regulated manner, such as "How do you feel about participating in the catwalk again after 11 years?" Song Yan's answer was more official, but also very meaningful. Huatou.

Because there were a lot of models to be interviewed, the interview was over in less than 15 minutes, and Song Yan had to wait until the evening catwalk for her real appearance.

Che Shaoqi didn't know the order of the shows, but he estimated that reference materials similar to handbooks should be distributed to sponsors on the spot.

After packing up his things, Che Shaoqi was ready to go to the venue. Before leaving, he went to the room where his parents lived.

Che Zheng'an and Wang Lian's reply was that they would go at night, but they would come when the show was about to start. Che Shaoqi took the initiative to say that he would leave immediately, and his parents didn't ask any more questions, as he liked.

Because he was in country F and did not have his own means of transportation, Che Shaoqi took a taxi directly.

It was just after four o'clock when we arrived outside the venue.

Che Shaoqi found a restaurant and had a casual dinner, then went to the entrance with his gold card.

When the security guard saw that someone was about to enter the venue so early, he was a little flustered. In addition, he couldn't speak English well, so he hesitated so nervously that he wanted to explain but was afraid of offending the "big sponsor".

"Isn't it time to enter the stadium yet?" Che Shaoqi said in fluent F language, which made the security guards standing in front of him stunned.

Immediately, the security guard nodded again and again: "Yes, sir, I'm really sorry, the show doesn't start until ten o'clock in the evening, and admission is only allowed at 09:30."

"...Okay, I got it." Che Shaoqi was rarely agitated, and finally he chose to stand outside and wait.

Because he habitually wears a hat and a mask, holds a DSLR in his hand but does not wear a press card or something that can prove his identity, many media workers outside the venue thought that he was a local who wanted to get in. Chatting together with a smile.

Che Shaoqiquan pretended not to hear, and sat by the flower bed in a daze when he was tired from standing.

Until 06:30, Quan Zhi suddenly walked out of the venue.

At first, Che Shaoqi thought he was delusional, until the other party walked out while talking on the phone, and returned with a bag after a while.He was holding the takeaway bag of KFC in his hand, KFC is the substitute that Song Yan would choose when he had nothing to eat.

Che Shaoqi hesitated for a moment, and quickly ran to the previous security guard who was not easy to speak, and gave him the fresh-keeping bag in his hand: "Can you please pass this on to that gentleman for me, say it's for Song Song?" Mr. Yan's."

"Ah? The other party may not pick it up, right?"

"It's okay, just deliver it, thank you."

The word "thank you" was received, and the security guard felt that it was too much not to do so, so he walked up with the fresh-keeping bag: "Hi sir, this is what the gentleman said to give to Mr. Song Yan just now."

Quan Yi was taken aback when he was stopped by the security guard, thinking that he would not be able to go back in after he came out to get a KFC, but it was not the case when he heard it again.

"Who?" He looked in the direction the security guard was pointing at, but saw no one.

The security guard was also dumbfounded, and said nervously: "The one who was there just now... a man who is about this tall."

Quan Li hesitated for a while, answering or not, until the reporter next to him noticed the movement here, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the thing.

When I returned to the venue, I took full responsibility to open the fresh-keeping bag. When I saw the packaged seaweed crisps and smelled the fragrance, I was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this Song Yan's favorite snack?