[Entertainment bts] Big black princes

Europe and the United States do not have the habit of bowing when they meet each other, which makes Mill feel more at ease.

Piero sighed: "It's been a long time since Elite has welcomed an oriental beauty, girl, where are you from?"

"My name is Mir, from country Z, sir."

Rex, who had covered his mouth and kept silent from the very beginning, took out Mir's data card, which contained the two photos without make-up that Mir uploaded.

He took out the photo to examine it carefully, raised one corner of his mouth inexplicably: "Mir...OK, I can only say that you are very brave."

"Others are eager to express something more through body movements, but these two photos of yours have no content at all."

A half-length photo and a full-body photo, both with the same white background and white shirt, the only dark colors in the picture are the girl's black and smooth straight hair and black eyes.

In the half-length photo, Rimiel is sitting sideways, with his face slightly facing the camera, with a smooth jawline, while in the full-length photo, he is leaning against the wall in a comfortable posture with his hands on his arms, his eyes drooping slightly.

Every photo always shows a style, fresh or decadent, but these two photos, so strange... Rex can't find an adjective that accurately defines its subject.

Mill pondered for a while: "Because I haven't reached the time when I can define my style."

Rex raised his head and looked at Mir with a surprised look, and then he snorted for a while, finally showing a little interest and satisfaction on his face: "Mir, you let me discover another advantage, which is smartness. "

"I've seen too many girls who don't know much about the camera, eager to set a distinctive style for themselves, thinking that wrinkled face is decadent, and twisted waist is sexy. The photos taken are like rotten apples in the sewer. Nausea.

Elite's interviews never ask for artistic portraits, but ask for photos without makeup, because we don't expect a group of rookies who have never experienced the lens to make any blockbuster movies. What we want to see is the most natural potential, or possibility. "

Rex handed the two photos to Piero who was sitting on the side, clasped his hands and propped his chin and looked directly at Mir: "I selected your photos."

Miller was a little surprised.

Piero took off his glasses, looked at Mir's photo against the light, and then put on his glasses to observe carefully the real person with soft light under the bright light, raising his eyebrows.

Rex: "There are high heels at the back, let's put them on and take a step to see."

In the corner in front of the mirror behind him were three pairs of stilettos of different sizes, all of which were at least 10 centimeters in size, but her size was not inside.

Milton paused, took the smallest pair directly, took off the shoes and socks and put them aside neatly, and put on this pair of leather stiletto heels on his bare feet.This pair of high heels is smaller than Mir's size, the shoe last is narrow, and the cowhide material is hard. After trying to move for two steps, the skin on the feet was squeezed together, and the heel seemed to have a steel knife. Cut back and forth.

It was still close to breathing the air at an altitude of 2 meters. Mir reckoned that he might be able to stand on tiptoe.

Mill had never had the occasion to wear this kind of shoes before, and the first experience was indeed unforgettable. Mill couldn't help admiring the women of this era. They are so talented that they can walk like flying with sharp blades on their feet.

Although there were bursts of dull pain under his feet, Mir's face was still calm.

When a person is normally upright, the stress points of the feet are on the toe joints and heels. The higher the heel is, the more the center of gravity will move forward. The 10 cm high heel has reached the limit, and it is completely supported by the toe joints. body, it is difficult to maintain balance, and it is most likely to fall in this state.

With 10 cm shoes, it is easiest to see the basic skills of a person's walking.

Suo Xingmier has received professional training, and the sense of balance is the cornerstone of all special exercises. Moreover, the control of the body must be precise to every muscle, and the center of gravity must be controlled even when walking on a tightrope.

Mir thought optimistically that although high heels hurt your feet, they are much easier than tightrope walking.

The most common gait when models walk on the stage is the cross step. When walking, the left and right feet take turns stepping on the midline between the two feet, because the walking posture resembling a cat is also called catwalk.

Mir lifted the windbreaker slightly, put one hand in the pocket of his jeans, stood still in front of the mirror, found his position, and walked towards the opposite side.

She took a big step, but it was very stable. From Rex's point of view, the heel did not shake when she landed, which shows that the control of the center of gravity is very good.

Straight-leg jeans can better see the contour curve of the legs and the swing of the waist and abdomen when walking. Mir relies on the strength of the waist and abdomen to drive the buttocks and thighs, so when he lifts his feet, he is full of strength and crisp, but when he lands, his steps are as light as being in the body. On the cloud, the twist and connection of the waist straddle is smooth and natural when walking.

The most wonderful thing is that no matter how much her lower body swayed, her upper body was still stable, her shoulders were straight, her neck and back were always on the same level, her chin was slightly lifted, perhaps because the lights were too dazzling, her eyelids drooped slightly, His eyes were misty, and when he looked up from the angle where Rex was sitting, he felt a kind of cleanliness and nobility.

Walking a few steps away from the two interviewers, Mir moved forward with his right leg, mobilized the strength of his shoulders and waist, turned around, and walked back to the starting point. The rhythm of the swing is in line with the even footsteps on the ground, and the soft hair flies back, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Piero took off his glasses and put them on the table, showing amazed eyes: "ohgesus! I thought I saw an experienced supermodel, have you never practiced before? I am amazed by your sense of balance and posture !"

Rex felt that Piero was right, there might be a real surprise today.

He picked up a pen and made a mark on Mir's information card, and tapped the pen cap on the table: "Have you received physical training? All parts of your entire body are coordinated. To be honest, this kind of control is only in my hands. I've seen it in some national athletes."

Mir quickly thanked the two interviewers for their comments. In fact, Rex guessed right. To some extent, it can be regarded as physical training, but it is extreme physical fitness training. Don’t tell him about this.

Rex obviously didn't really want to reply. He glanced at Mill's feet and turned to another topic: "The shoes probably don't fit, don't they hurt? When you turned around, I saw that your heels were worn out."

Mill's right heel was indeed worn out, and the shoe was too hard and scratched his feet. Now there is a hot tingling sensation from the wound, which climbs up the spinal cord to the cranial nerve.

"It hurts, but I can't show unnecessary expressions when I'm on stage."

Fear, but on the battlefield, she can't show a scared look, can't put down the knife in her hand, and can't take a step back. Mir thought that she may not have other skills, but she still has a lot of experience in the word "endurance".

Rex and Piero exchanged a look and nodded at the same time. Piero smiled gently and said, "Okay girl, thank you for your performance, you can go out and wait for the result."

When Mir walked out of the room, she couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, followed the guide to the next room, and waited for the results of the interview to be announced after the interview. The girls in front of her were already sitting inside talking to each other.

Finding a back seat and sitting down, Mir leaned over to avoid the wound and rubbed the skin on his feet, feeling a little swollen.

About two hours later, the interview was over. All the girls had gathered in this small room, chirping and discussing what they had just seen and heard. Only Mir sat quietly in the corner, surrounded by a circle. Vacuum circle.

There were some girls who wanted to talk to her, but Mir didn't have any expression on his face when he didn't speak. There was a cold feeling of ice and snow on the high mountain, and no one had the courage to approach for a while.

But there is no chance.

The female staff member who issued the number plates to them just now came in with a stack of materials. Mir stood up with everyone, and it seemed that the results had come out.

The lady had a decent and casual smile on her face as always, but what she said made people's heart tighten: "OK, girls, congratulations on completing the last round of interviews. I believe you have shown your best side to the audience. The interviewers are here."

She paused, patted the document held in her arms with one hand, raised her head and continued: "After discussion, the interviewers combined various factors such as your lens expressiveness and stage appeal, and finally selected I have selected three girls who they think have the most potential, and now the information cards of the candidates are in my hands."

The air suddenly condensed, and someone swallowed their saliva.

"Next, I will call out the number to get your data card. Congratulations on staying successfully."

"Number 4, Vivienne Conte."

The one whose name was called was a reddish-haired, freckled, white girl who smiled with a canine tooth and looked exuberant, and now she was screaming uncontrollably to express her ecstasy.

"Number 17, Jenny Ridley."

This is a short-haired beauty with bronze skin, full of enthusiasm, guessing that she should be of Brazilian descent, when called, she couldn't help covering her heart, and immediately covered her face with her hands, as if she was sobbing softly.

"The last one..." The lady paused intentionally, raised her head and passed the faces of the girls who couldn't control the tense expressions in front of her, and finally stopped at Mir who was standing in the corner with no sense of urgency on her expression. On the body, he raised his eyebrows, "OK, it seems that this candidate has a plan in mind, and I have left this suspense in vain."

"Number 28, Mir. Come get your data card."

When her name was actually called, Mir was still in a trance for a moment. The voice seemed to come from a distant horizon, and it vibrated in the air before it slowly penetrated into her eardrum.

When receiving the data card, the lady stared at her with profound eyes, and her tone was a bit ethereal: "Girl, you are the first one who can let him take the initiative to keep it in these few years."

Mill looked up at her.

"Rex is waiting for you in the office on the third floor. Go out of the elevator and go straight to the end. The first room on the left is there. Good luck, Oriental girl."

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Mir has been standing under this falcon-like gaze for almost 2 minutes. Ever since she entered the office, Rex has looked at her with this gaze as if looking at the products in the cabinet.

Rex was tall, standing half a head taller in front of Mir, and wearing a suit looked even more radiant, showing his elite temperament.He has a typical Germanic appearance, with a long and thin face, a high nose and deep eyes, blond hair and blue eyes, and his blue eyes reveal the coldness of the sea water under the icebergs in Antarctica.

He walked around Mir slowly, with a gentle tone as if he was muttering to himself: "Originally, I was only in charge of the interview, and the three selected people will be brought by the other agents arranged by the personnel. You... I asked to come here on my own initiative. "

Mir listened quietly, knowing he hadn't finished.

"The previous model circle was almost dominated by Eastern Europe. Since Gisele Bundchen started the trend of healthy beauty, the Brazilian gang has also begun to rise. There are also many well-known models in Southern Europe and North America, but only in Asia, almost none can win The representative who gets the shot."

"I have been trying to create a new legend." Rex smiled, "And I saw great possibilities in you, so I decided to take you personally."

"There are a lot of advantages for me. There are at least three or four models under the other agents. It is impossible to divide the resources evenly. And I don't have any other signed models under me. Here, you will enjoy all the exclusive conveniences. In other words, I have All resources will be tilted towards you."

Mir accepted the contract handed over by Rex. If she signed it, her development within five years would depend on this man in front of her.

"Why did you choose me?" Mir was still a little puzzled. Possibilities were too illusory. She didn't think this shrewd man would sign her, a fledgling novice, just because of this.

Rex adjusted his cuffs slowly: "Have you ever looked in the mirror?"

"Sir?"

"Haven't I noticed the look in your eyes? I haven't seen that kind of fearless, pure and indomitable look that doesn't leave a way for yourself."

"We are the same kind of people. I will not allow myself to fail, and you will not allow yourself to retreat. I have already begun to look forward to the future development. It must be very interesting."

Mill felt that Rex might be a lunatic in a certain sense, but who would have thought that the most famous ace agent of Elite would actually be a person who believed in intuition.

But it is undeniable that the courage is superb.

Left and right are just a gamble, if you lose, you can start all over again. She has never been in a hurry, so she just picked up the pen and solemnly signed the contract.

Rex glanced at the contract and threw it aside disinterestedly, and handed another stack of paper documents on the table to Mir.

"These are your future schedules. Except for the announcements of going out for interviews and shooting, the company will arrange corresponding courses for you in the rest of the time, including camera sense, stage steps, interview skills and other skills necessary for models.

In addition, the company will provide you with an apartment, and the keys will be obtained from the logistics department. Before you earn money for the company, you only have basic living allowances every month. When you receive an order, the company will follow you according to a certain ratio You divide. "

"Any question, Mir?"

"No sir, you explained in detail, when will I start working?"

There was a playful smile on the corner of Rex's mouth, looking a bit nasty: "Now."

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Jin Nanjun was lying on the bed holding his mobile phone, typing and deleting in the chat box, typing and deleting again, this repetition has lasted for almost 10 minutes.

Depressedly buried his face in the pillow, isn't it just a clockwork message to say hello, why are you nervous!

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone again, opened the kkt interface, and clicked on Mir's chat box.

Mir's profile picture is a yellow Shiba Inu, grinning at the camera and sticking out his tongue, very cute.

Jin Nanjun couldn't help but grinned silently, poked at the head portrait that didn't match the style, and muttered: "Mo, the head portrait is so kiyo, but it talks like a little adult."

Still cute though.

Since they exchanged kkt before, the two haven't officially sent a message. Jin Nanjun always feels that he should say hello.

But whenever his finger moved to the "send" button, he couldn't click it.

What are you doing!why am i so nervous!It's not a blind date! 【no what i'm talking about

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She should be in Italy now, there is a seven-hour time difference between here and there, it should be afternoon there now...

The longer you hesitate, the courage will slowly dissipate, and the mental construction you just made will be washed away by the water like a sandcastle by the sea along with your wild thoughts.

Jin Nanjun sighed in frustration, and decided not to post it for now. It should be more natural to tell her the good news when he debuts.

Thinking of this, I am going to delete the words in the input box.

Suddenly a head stuck out from the upper bunk, and howled loudly: "Brother Nan Jun! Why are you so quiet!"

"Wow!" Jin Nanjun was so frightened that the phone almost flew out, and he quickly grabbed the fuselage with the other one to prevent the phone from falling under the bed.

Some time ago, he accidentally stepped on his last mobile phone and just replaced it with a new one. If this one is broken, he can only eat instant noodles during this time.

Exhaled with lingering fear, he knocked on the tiger's head hanging beside the bed with some complaints: "Axi, you are going to scare me to death!"

Kim Taehyung, who had been hit on the head, wailed a lot and fell back on the bed, still moaning: "Tae Tae hurts so much! Nanjun, am I not your favorite Tae Tae anymore!?"

Jin Nanjun's indifferent face is because he is used to you.

Looking down at the screen, he suddenly froze.

The interface is still in the chat box that was opened just now, and the message that was still in the input box to be deleted has been displayed as sent.

It is estimated that I accidentally poked the send button when I grabbed the phone just now.

Jin Nanjun blinked.

"Eh... eh??!!"

The author has something to say: Kim Namjoon roars: Kim Taehyung! ! ?

The modeling industry is really tiring. Compared with the entertainment industry, it is even worse. At least the idol’s manager will accompany him on the schedule, and there will be a car to pick him up. Models need to run all the interviews and schedules by themselves. A true solo fight.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

1 bottle of Yan Lingqi and Xiaoting;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!