After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

After the second round of interviews, there were only five people left in Tian Xiaoci's group.

The hall grew quieter.

The refreshing models playing cards in the corridor seem to be in particularly good spirits.

Laughing and cursing came faintly, disturbing the quiet and silence of the hall.

In this atmosphere, those laughing and cursing not only do not make people feel noisy, but also bring a sense of relaxation.

It seems that someone is trying to prove that the air here is at least flowing.

After being eliminated in the first two rounds, those who stayed temporarily to chat with their partners to cheer up also left one after another. The whole hall was no longer crowded at first, and it felt empty and depressed in the cold spring night.

Up to now, there are less than 200 interviewees from the original [-] or so.

Tian Xiaoci didn't take a break. He sat on his backpack with his back against the wall, listening to English with headphones on.

He listened very attentively, and from time to time would read a sentence or two in a low voice.

His voice was very low, but the hall was quiet, so the female model sitting next to him still heard it.

She looked at him curiously, and touched his arm with a smile: "So hard? Are there any shows abroad?"

Tian Xiaoci raised his eyes and smiled at her, but didn't speak.

The female model was very enthusiastic: "You don't need to work so hard, just learn the usual few words and you'll be able to handle it."

Tian Xiaoci thanked her sincerely, but did not take off the earphones, just closed his eyes silently, listened carefully, but stopped reading.

After the second round was completely over, several judges stood up one after another and entered the lounge for a rest.

The staff went to the waiting hall and informed the rest of the models to prepare for the next third round of interviews.

Tian Xiaoci stood up and went to the side hall to call Ning An.

Ning An's head was buried in front of Feng Yun's chest, her black hair blocked half of her cheeks, only her small chin was exposed.

He was 181cm tall, but at this moment he was curled up into a small ball, and almost his whole body fell into Feng Yun's arms, breathing lightly and steadily, and sleeping soundly.

Feng Yun's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and the tip of his nose was buried in his black hair, falling asleep together with him.

Tian Xiaoci's footsteps paused for a while, and he couldn't bear to step forward to disturb them.

They are like travelers who have gone through countless hardships and trekking in the cold night, and finally found a corner where they can live.

In that humble little space, they opened their arms to each other without reservation, dreaming of prosperity and stability.

In such a simple hall, in such a cold spring night in the early morning, there was no bed or quilt, just in the cold corner against the wall, their sleeping positions of complete trust in each other gave Tian Xiaoci such a hazy illusion.

Even if there is no money, even if it is difficult...

But it is enough to be able to hug the warm body of the other party when needed, and to open one's arms to the other party without reservation.

It was something he had longed for and imagined countless times, but couldn't get it.

He looked at them, his sadness gradually receded, his eyes slowly filled with a smile, there was envy in it, but more of relief.

He didn't know what the situation between Ning An and Feng Yun was, but every time Ning An mentioned it, he would explain it very seriously: Fake, it's fake!

But how could this look of cuddling each other be fake?

Voices sounded one after another, and it was time for everyone to prepare for the third round of interviews.

Tian Xiaoci started to move after he stopped, and walked towards them without any hesitation.

Feng Yun slept very vigilantly, even if Tian Xiaoci's footsteps were light, he could feel it keenly, and opened his eyes first.

Tian Xiaoci smiled: "It's time to wake up Brother Ning, wake up early."

Feng Yun nodded.

"I'm going to find a place to sleep for a while," Tian Xiaoci said, "Let Brother Ning call me by the time."

While they were talking, Ning An rubbed against Feng Yun's arms, her eyelashes trembled twice, and she was about to wake up.

Feng Yun's big hand reached into his soft hair and gently rubbed it. After a few strokes, Ning An miraculously calmed down again.

Feng Yun raised his eyes and asked softly: "Can you let him sleep for a few more minutes?"

Tian Xiaoci looked at the time with a smile: "Sleep for another 10 minutes."

Feng Yun hugged Ning An into his arms again, but he didn't go back to sleep, but pinched his watch to watch the time go by little by little.

He didn't call out to him, but inserted his fingers into his hair and massaged his warm scalp with a little force.

Under the comfortable and relaxing massage, Ning An slowly opened his eyes.

He smelled the smell of Feng Yun's body, opened and closed his eyes, and leaned in his arms for a while.

In the chaos, I just feel that there seems to be some violation, but I can't figure it out.

As time passed, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked around.

Then he looked at Feng Yun again, and asked with some ignorance and doubts, "Feng Yun, why are you here?"

Then he asked, "What time is it?"

Feng Yun looked at the time: "At 45:[-], Tian Xiaoci said that the third round is about to start."

Ning An nodded, and pressed his temples with both hands and rubbed them gently for a while.

Feng Yun's suit was wrinkled, his long legs were bent, and he leaned back against the wall.

The hairstyle I took care of because of work is also messy, with a few locks hanging down, which looks like a messy beauty.

He hooked the corners of his lips: "As soon as I hugged her, I retracted into my arms. What if it's not me, but someone else?"

Ning An was stunned: "Others won't hug me?"

Feng Yun was more serious: "Then what if?"

"Look at it." Ning An looked around and replied seriously, "Everyone is tired, no one is that boring."

Feng Yun stopped talking, what Ning An said was completely different from what he said, he didn't think about that kind of emotion at all.

Ning An was very close to him, lowered his head and reached out to straighten his suit, muttering softly, "It's wrinkled."

He could see his little hair twirling, very well-behaved, and also very painful.

He reached out and grabbed his hand and wrapped it in his palm: "It's okay, are you cold?"

"It's okay, just start the event," Ning An stood up: "I'll go ahead and have a look."

The previous judges have returned to their positions and are discussing how to form a group, and Tian Xiaoci has already fallen asleep wearing headphones.

Ning An pulled the thin blanket for him, went to the bathroom again, patted his face with cold water, and finally regained consciousness.

He came back and saw that Feng Yun was answering the email with the tablet.

Ning An knelt down and looked at Feng Yun: "You go home."

Feng Yun's hand paused for replying the email, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "Isn't it the last round? I'll wait for you to go back together."

Ning An picked up his bag and prepared to go to the waiting hall: "This round may take more time than the previous two rounds. Be obedient and go back."

Feng Yun lowered his eyes and continued to reply to the email.

Ning An knelt down and looked at him straight up: "Feng Yun? Go back, you have to work tomorrow, so there's no point in staying here."

Feng Yun still wanted to struggle, but Ning An said again: "If I know you are waiting for me, I will be anxious and stressed, but I have no way to make them go faster."

Feng Yun's tough and refusal words softened into water in an instant, overflowing warmly and softly in all directions, and disappeared.

He put away the tablet and followed Ning An to stand up.

Ning An sent him to the entrance of the hall, and he turned his head and said something vulgar: "Come on!"

Ning An smiled, stood under the light, showing a few white teeth, and nodded heavily.

A string in Feng Yun's heart was plucked, he was infected by that smile, and a wave of warmth surged in his heart.

Ning An clenched his fist and waved at him again, and repeated himself with a smile: "Come on!"

Feng Yun left silently, going against the night.

Until the car was started, the man smiling and punching was still in front of his eyes, so lively and lively, it made him feel happy.

The third round of interviews was a little more complicated.

Previously every adjacent two groups are merged into one group.

Ning An was originally the eighth group, and now it has merged with the seventh group to form a new fourth group. There are currently nine people in this group.

In the interview hall, different varieties, different types, different colors, different shapes and even different sizes of fabrics were brought in and stacked neatly on the long table.

I don't know if it was Wang Rong's instruction, but this interview was different from the previous ones, and this link was added on purpose.

The judges asked the models to choose one of the fabrics according to their own preferences, which can show the characteristics of the fabric through clothing or accessories, or give it a new soul.

All kinds of small tools and trinkets are neatly placed on a separate long table, which seems to be fairly complete.

This time the speed is very slow, because we need to leave enough time for everyone to design and express.

Designing and expressing by yourself seems simple, but in fact it is the most difficult.

Every piece of work requires the creator to express what he wants to express in words, and then wear it, and then use his eyes, movements, and demeanor to express the feeling he describes.

Words are easy to express, and actions are also easy to express.

But when works, language, and actions are combined, it is difficult to achieve a perfect unity.

The design time set by the judges for each group is half an hour, and the performance depends on the situation.

The first three groups came out one after another, and most of them looked ashamed and remained silent as if their last trace of energy had been taken away.

There is no on-site announcement of the results in this round, and it needs to be announced after all the interviews are completed.

Their decadence and frustration brought heavy psychological pressure to those who were waiting for the interview.

Compared to other models, Ning An has an advantage in this group of questions.

Although models have a keen sense of fashion, their appreciation ability and their own hands-on ability are two completely different things.

Their group went in, and many people bumped into the works after choosing the fabric.

Then he hurriedly went to dismantle and change it.

Half an hour is not enough at all, and many people have modified and modified it just to start.

This made everyone understand why everyone's face was gray after the first few groups of interviews.

Ning An chose a piece of wool with a black and gray check, planning to make a kilt.

After all, the conditions are limited, so he first fixed the general shape with bead needles, and pinched out layers of folds behind the waistline.

Then wear it on your body and further refine the details in the mirror.

He himself is wearing a high-necked light pink sweater with a black thin wool coat. Due to limited conditions, he can only match it hastily.

The history of the kilt is long and complicated. It is difficult for those who do not have a special research on it to distinguish the different meanings between the various plaids and even the colors.

Evolved to modern times, many people regard it as a formal dress, such as wearing it at weddings or large-scale events.

Some people wear it as everyday casual wear, and it is also very suitable with shirts.

And the Scottish kilt has long been popular all over the world, and it is no longer limited to Scotland or even native British people.

So it actually has a strong randomness.

Keningan chose black and gray plaid, and black and gray Scottish kilts have been a symbol of noble status in the past.

So after serious thinking, he still wanted to express a feeling of gentleness but without losing strength.

He chose a black octagonal beret. He didn't have a dress, so he had to use his own coat instead.

He was wearing a kilt and a beret. Amid the melodious music of Scottish bagpipes, he raised his jaw slightly, his eyes were firm and proud, but not cold, and even had a slight sense of broadness and softness...

He stepped forward, his steps were calm and elegant, and he walked step by step...

At this moment, this performance couldn't help but amazed the equally tired judges and other models watching.

He even heard someone whisper, "He's the mermaid."

Ning An knew very well that this was actually not a perfect work, nor a perfect performance.

Seriously, he may not even be considered "smart". If he can give himself a grade, he will at most give himself a pass.

But this kind of performance, appearing in most of the frantic performances and most of the semi-finished works, is set off as "perfect".

He withdrew with the team members and waited for the result. His face was usually calm and indifferent, but the disappointment and envy of others set off his determination and confidence.

Tian Xiaoci was in the No.15 group. He didn't call him, because he was afraid that he would see too many disappointed faces and would be under heavy pressure.

He didn't wake him up until Group No.14 went in.

Tian Xiaoci doesn't have much research on clothing design. His own clothes today are a dark green v-neck sweater, a beige windbreaker, slim-fit trousers, and short leather boots.

Ning An smiled, and gave him an opportunistic way: "Just make a shawl."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Ning An and Tian Xiaoci walked out of the Triumph Gate together. The bright sunlight made them squint their eyes in unison.

Feng Yun was in a meeting, but he had sent his assistant to wait outside early in the morning.

The assistant greeted them, respectfully invited them into the car, and followed Feng Yun's instructions, first drove them to a private porridge shop.

The dishes have already been pre-ordered, and the hot soup pot is served as soon as people come in, and the aroma of chicken soup overflows in the air.

The table is full of light dishes.

It was almost the first time that the two of them didn't roll onto the bed in their clothes after working all night, but ate a hot meal as if they had been rewarded for their hard work.

Both Ning An and Tian Xiaoci passed the test. There were more than 530 people, and in the end there were only more than 80 people left, including 32 male models and 55 female models.

The second side is scheduled for a week later.

The driver sent Tian Xiaoci home first.

After a tough fight, they drank hot soup and couldn't keep their eyes open.

Before parting, Ning An and Tian Xiaoci bumped each other's fists again, smiling and cheering for each other.

The car gradually went away, Tian Xiaoci was still standing on the side of the road, his eyes chasing the black spot in the traffic.

"Come on, Brother Ning!" He said softly.

Compared to himself, this time, he hopes that Ning An will succeed.

He already has other choices. If this kind of opportunity is given to Ning An, it will be far more beneficial than it is given to him.

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