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

There were only 87 people left on the second side, and they were divided into ten groups, with nine people in each group from the first to seventh groups, and eight people in each group in the last three groups.

There are still two hours before the official interview time, and 32 male models and 55 female models have basically arrived.

Most of the people gathered in the hall, chatting and laughing while looking for the same team members, they are both partners and competitors.

After the last round of interviews, everyone has become familiar with each other, so the atmosphere is very lively.

This industry is like this, getting familiar with each other will be very fast.

In fact, each of these 87 people is good enough in their profession.

After all, without certain strength or too distinct personal characteristics, even Wang Rong had no chance to enter the primary election.

The side hall was set up as a dressing room, and it was brightly lit at the moment, and a dressing table was placed against the wall, and the makeup artists were already in place.

The models need to go in and put on makeup in order according to the group.

Ning An was assigned to the first group. He put down his backpack and entered the dressing room without a pause.

It seems like every makeup artist appreciates his eyes.

As always, the makeup artist highlighted his eyes.

Those eyes are especially cool when not smiling, and they are full of texture even without makeup, but such eyes are especially suitable for makeup.

Unlike ordinary boys, he can't control many colors, and some of them are only suitable for dark eye makeup.

But Ning An's eyes can control even the brightest colors very easily.

When the crimson eye shadow is applied, there is more glamour in the indifference, and coolness in the glamour.

No matter which angle you look at it from, it is very attractive.

When they finished putting on makeup and came out, the five judges had already arrived. Except for the show director Wei Fatty, the others all had new faces.

A simple T-shaped stage is arranged in the interview hall, and there are hangers and jewelry racks against the wall.

Clothes and accessories were neatly arranged according to different styles, and nine dressers were already in place.

On the whole, it looks like a crude and simple microcosm of a small show.

After the first group entered, the judges signaled the nine models to come forward and choose the clothes and accessories that match their makeup.

Choice is only the first step.

Then you have to explain why you chose this way, what is your understanding of this outfit?What is your understanding of your own makeup?What is the theme you want to highlight with this collocation?

This time is different from the last time. During the interpretation process, some people have already been eliminated one after another.

They didn't even have time to put on the clothes they chose and walk around, so they had to remove their makeup and leave.

After a set of procedures, the first group of nine people ended up with only four people, and only one male model, Ning An, was left.

Ten groups of people went in one after another, and came out one after another. Some people smiled and hugged, and some left with regrets. In the end, there were only 39 people left.

The second round is still the same topic, the same process, but the interpretation of color matching is added.

After two rounds of tossing, there were only 87 people left in the final 16 people.

Compared with one side, the speed of the two sides is quite fast.

Wang Rong's show is always different from others, and even the interview has some weird content.

And it's not the traditional easy to difficult like others, his easiest scene is the last one.

After all, most of the last dozen or so people left should be on the same level, and the last match is just a rough look at everyone's on-the-spot performance.

The final interview was scheduled for five days later.

It is said that all the matching clothes will be Wang Rong's works, and the most important thing is that Wang Rong will also be there in person.

Among the last sixteen people, there are only six male models and ten female models left, and the probability of staying in the end is half and half.

At around three o'clock in the morning, Ning An and Tian Xiaoci went out triumphantly together.

Up to this point in the interview, although the two of them are not fully sure, they are both in a good state of mind and very relaxed.

It was not easy to take a taxi on the street in the early morning, and they waited for a long time before they got one.

The two took a taxi together, and Ning An sent Tian Xiaoci off first. When he returned, it was already past five o'clock, and the eastern sky was already a fishy white in the morning.

He opened the door lightly, unloaded his backpack, and took his things into the bathroom to take a shower.

His two works are almost ready.

They say they are two, but they are actually the same one.

He has made many pieces of this one in a row, relying on the most primitive and stupid method, using proficiency to improve the quality of the product.

He has watched a lot of shows recently, and when he sits in the stands and watches other people interpret costumes, he will have more time to distinguish and think.

It can also feel the work more carefully, and then understand the original intention of the designer to design this dress.

He began to slowly master some skills and concepts, allowing him to get rid of distracting thoughts and follow the most primitive inspiration.

He lay in the hot water, closed his eyes, and saw his half-finished product in front of him, spinning around him until he became dizzy.

It was already very close to the feeling he wanted, but there seemed to be something missing.

That little thing is like a small thread hidden deep in his mind, as long as he finds it, he can see the whole picture with a light pull.

But every time, when he was about to see it, it would suddenly disappear again, making it impossible for him to catch it.

He sighed, closing his eyes and sinking himself into the bottom of the tub.

This is a little trick he discovered recently. Once the brain is held to the extreme, the brain will come alive, and the colors and inspirations in it will be more abundant than usual.

Moreover, no matter how tired and tense you are, after this experience, after the body struggles at the limit to the verge of breaking, the fatigue can easily dissipate, and then enter a very comfortable and relaxed state. Work or rest, the state will be very good.

He closed his eyes and counted silently in his heart. Depending on his physical condition, the number he can count each time will be about 125-138.

But not when you're extremely tired.

For example, today, when he counted to 120, he already felt exhausted, but he persisted until 122 before breaking out.

A large gust of fresh air poured into his chest cavity. While breathing rapidly, he raised his hand and stroked the flowing forehead hair to the back of his head. He closed his eyes until the water flow slowed down, and then slowly opened them.

There was a man standing in front of the bathtub.

Feng Yun probably came in when he was holding his breath, Ning An didn't notice it at all before.

He was taken aback and called him "Feng Yun..."

He was still panting heavily after holding his breath when he spoke, and stopped after calling his name.

The expression on Feng Yun's face was hard to read.

Some doubts, some disbelief, some fear, some anger, and some things Ning An couldn't understand.

He bent down, looked down at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

There was even an imperceptible tremor and fragility in that voice.

"I..." Ning An leaned over and hugged his knees in a panic, covering his body, exposing only a clean back, and then looked up at him.

Water dripped from his eyelashes and into his eyes, and he blinked.

"Why did you come in without knocking, I'm taking a shower?" He was a little dissatisfied.

"What should I ask you?" Feng Yun's last bit of calm was torn apart.

Maybe it's not tearing, but it can no longer be supported by just pretending.

His tone was fierce, even a little sinister.

It seemed that if Ning An didn't answer, he could step forward and strangle him by the throat, tearing him apart severely.

Ning An was a little frightened by him, and stubbornly pursed her lips and stopped talking.

He reached out and took the bath towel on the shelf next to him to wrap himself up, so that he would be more confident when talking to Feng Yun.

"You scared me just now." Feng Yun's tone became calm and soft again, even a little bit wronged: "I called you and knocked on the door, but there was no response. I was afraid that you would fall asleep while taking a shower. Yes, I came in and saw..."

His hands were clenched tightly, and the veins on his forearms were slightly raised.

Feng Yun's sleep was very light, especially since he was concerned about Ning'an, he didn't know when he would come back, so he wandered between dreaming and waking all night.

He heard it when he came back, and he lay on the bed with the quilt in his arms and struggled with sleep for a while, before getting up half asleep and half awake to find him.

He hadn't woken up very much, and when he saw Ning An sinking at the bottom of the water with his eyes closed, he was almost scared out of his wits.

At that moment, his whole heart felt as if he had been ruthlessly pushed into the ice cave by a vicious big hand.

I can't tell whether it's fear or despair, the blood rushes up, and the hands and feet are numb to the point of losing strength.

Until he saw his white and tender toes curling up and down regularly.

It was Ning An's little habit. Every time he silently recited a number in his heart, the toes of his two feet would lift slightly in coordination.

Feng Yun could clearly feel the sound of blood flowing back in his body.

It was surprise, it was luck, it was the surviving after the catastrophe, but more of it was unconcealable anger, that anger was like the tongue of fire, mercilessly devouring his reason...

Just when he was about to reach out for Ning'an, he sat up by himself.

"Why did you do this?" He asked Ning An again.

In fact, in the past, when he suppressed the pain countless times, he himself did this movement.

But that was just subconscious, he had so many things going on in his head that he didn't even notice that he was doing this.

But Ning An did it, and he was very scared.

His voice had returned to his usual tone and speed, and Ning An was no longer stubborn, and explained carefully: "I think this is more inspiring, and it can also relax the body and mind."

The water in the hair wet the towel, and he said, "Can you wipe my hair for me?"

Feng Yun silently took a towel to help him wipe off the water droplets, and then took a hair dryer: "Come out after changing clothes, I'll help you dry your hair."

After Ning An went out, he sat on the sofa, his whole body seemed to calm down, and said, "Don't do this in the future!"

It was the tone of command again.

Then he added skillfully: "I'm scared."

The brows that Ning An slightly raised were slowly flattened as expected.

He seemed to think that he was unreasonable, but he nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Feng Yun's fingers that tightly held the hair dryer slowly relaxed.

No one knew how intense the emotions in his heart were.

He was indeed like Ning An's first feeling, he wanted to strangle him by the throat, make him afraid of him, force him not to do such dangerous things, and then control his life, hold him firmly in the palm of his hand, even Trapping him in his arms even more, doing whatever he wants...

In just a few minutes when Ning An changed his clothes, he took three deep breaths, and then suppressed the raging emotions and desires in his heart time and time again, slowly hiding the violent beast.

In the end, this layer of calm on the surface can be maintained.

He even cunningly took advantage of Ning An's weakness of being soft-hearted and soft-hearted, speaking orders, but showing appropriate weakness.

Ning An didn't even have time to raise his eyebrows slightly in resistance, and made a compromise to him.

Ning An sat in front of the desk, Feng Yun stood behind him and helped him dry his hair.

In the full-length mirror next to him, it can be seen that his eyes began to slowly close, and then his head began to nod gently in Feng Yun's palm.

He fell asleep.

Feng Yun was thinking about Zhao Fei's words.

Zhao Fei is a psychologist and the ex-girlfriend of his former senior.

She said: "Everyone has evil thoughts, but the key is whether you can control yourself, can you control yourself?"

He picked Ning An up and put him back on the bed, covering him with the quilt.

He slept as usual, very quiet and deep, and he didn't have the slightest defense against him.

If he does anything bad to him now, he has no chance to escape.

He stroked his forehead hair with his hands, exposing his smooth forehead, and looked at him quietly.

He has never felt this way about anyone or anything, nor has he had such a strong desire to control.

On the contrary, even things that are extremely important to many people are difficult for him to take seriously.

He feels that he may be a little world-weary sometimes, so he is a little careless about most things and people.

But only to him, his emotions are so intense.

He seemed to be flipping another switch in his life that he didn't even know he had.

As long as his hand is lightly pressed, he will be close to madness.

Slowly, he got closer, and closer.

The palm of his hand went all the way down the eyebrows and remained at the corner of his lips.

His lips opened and closed slightly, as usual, he only exerted a little force, and his expression became weird, and when he let go, he would be very obedient again.

At this moment, he suddenly had an illusion that made him extremely comfortable.

He felt that he was like a rag doll in his hand, which could be controlled by him, manipulated by him, and let him do whatever he wanted.

His fingers gently stroked the corner of his lips, but the other hand was tightly clenched into a fist by his side.

He was still very scared. The scene in the bathroom had not warmed his cold heart.

How to do it?Still want to control him once and for all.

He closed his eyes: Can you control yourself?

Can you control yourself?

Can you?

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"You are my baby [Double Life]" tentative title

In the last life, Jiang Suifeng fell in love with Lu Xiye for ten years, but the other party didn't bother to know who he was. Until he got engaged to someone else, by chance, Lu Xiye fell in love with him at first sight.

Once reborn, Jiang Suifeng returned to the first year of high school, the year before he knew Lu Xiye,

Ten years was too hard. In this life, he only wanted to live for himself, and he didn't want to have anything to do with Lu Xiye.But now Lu Xiye seems to have turned into a Luxi dog. He dares to touch him at the school gate, and calls him lovingly: "Baby."

Jiang Suifeng: (⊙o⊙)

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In the last life, Lu Xiye missed Jiang Suifeng who had a crush on him for ten years.

He tried his best to come to him, but he didn't even look at him.

When he really saw him and fell in love with him, he was already engaged.

Regret, regret, regret to vomit blood.

Once reborn, Lu Xiye returned to his sophomore year, this time he never wanted to miss him, and decided to take advantage of the young age of the other party to lay a solid foundation of thought first.

At the gate of the school, Lu Xiye stopped Jiang Suifeng, who was still an escaped boy, "Baby?"

The boy bit the lollipop and raised his eyebrows: "Brother, are you okay?"

Lu Xiye: (⊙o⊙) Did you agree to love me like your life?

You are my little baby, you can only hold it in the palm of my hand, no one can snatch it away!

Tsundere coquettish attack x cool and restrained titty fierce subject

Attack and suffer double life, 1v1, He