MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 19

Fifty players, two by two, are divided into 25 groups.

Subsequently, the two judges with the most professional model experience, Guan Mengyuan and Song Lin came in. These two are supermodels. Each time they dress, it is worth learning for all models present.

Everyone is studying what brand they are wearing and which show is new.

Standing next to him was the photographer Russell.

Seeing Russell, most of the players' expressions are not very good. Although Russell is a well-known photographer, it's true, but ... the last shot, the shadow that the great **** left on the players is too big, he is too proud Too harsh, laugh or laugh, and like to curse.

Although none of this could affect his profession.

"What do you think of seeing the scene in the studio?"

"boxing."

"Night, street."

Guan Mengyuan said with a smile: "Yes, the theme of today's shooting is 'fighting'. As for today's teaching, it is the sense of story in the photo."

"The expression of the sense of story is a very important point of a hard photo. A good hard photo must have a sense of story, and not be dry ... Even if it is empty, it must be empty and interesting."

"Before shooting, Hugo and I will show you how to make such a fashion film with a sense of story."

Hugo is the English name of Song Lin.

"Now," she said with a hearty smile that was unique to her. "Models, choose your clothes first!"

When a row of clothing was launched, the expressions on the faces of the models were instantly wonderful. For no reason, the designs of these clothes were extremely bold, and the colors were the same, very gorgeous.

Coupled with various fishing net designs, there is a little kitsch in the sexy.

If you don't wear such clothes, you will be standing on the streets and on the streets.

Han Yun still didn't respond this time. Chen Tiantian, who was standing next to her, was quick and grabbed his arm: "What are you doing! Grab it!"

In the clothes pile, there seems to be no clear boundary between menswear and womenswear, and there are skirts, but most of them are pants. Chen Tiantian has strong professional knowledge, and she graduated from the School of Fashion Design. What clothes look good, what clothes don't look good, and what kind of clothes are effective, she knows better than ordinary models.

She is extremely fast and has very precise movements. She found the clothes she needed at a glance and grabbed them immediately. It was a red short fringed jacket with a fishnet design on the shoulder, and a flamboyant faux fur jacket. Some skirts were also grabbed by her. It was a blgblg black leather skirt, and the fishnet socks were like Wang Daren's design.

In fact, these clothes are not practical at all. When you really fight boxing, you ca n’t wear such clothes at all. Whoever wears them will hit the streets. But when you take a hard photo, you do n’t have to pay attention to the pictures.

After quickly grabbing her clothes, she also ran over to help the slow-moving, picky Han Yun grabbing her clothes. He spat at him: "You're so slow! It's cold when you grab the daylily!"

Han Yun was disgusted: "But can these clothes be worn ..."

Most of the clothes were exposed and cut to pieces. Han Yun came up with a white fishnet stitching blue denim vest jacket. The sleeves were stitched fishnets. Han Yun felt OK, but he did not show up. Ripped jeans, tilted his head and looked: "Okay, just this one."

Tough and sexy.

Han Yun is quite satisfied with this outfit, because compared to other messy clothes, this set looks quite normal. There is a model with a particularly slow hand next to him, holding a roll of white bandage and grinning: "This is a mummy Clothes? "

When entering the dressing room and starting to change clothes, Han Yun was annoyed to find out the problem-he actually forgot to take a vest inside.

Han Yun put on the vest jacket directly, and was planning to buckle it, but found that the jacket ... could not be buckled at all. As for the buttons on the clothes, it was a furnishing.

He had no choice but to open his denim jacket, exposing a bit of white but energetic chest and abs.

When he put on his pants, he found that the original clothes could not be fastened. This was not the most serious problem. The most serious thing was that the waist of the pants was too big, but there was no belt!

Han Yun was going crazy, he lifted his waistband and let go of his waistband again.

The spray-painted pierced trousers hung loosely around the waist, exposing a section of the underpants, a pair that was about to fall. Han Yun tried it. He yanked down hard and found that the pants could be pulled directly to the ankle.

Han Yun looked at himself in the mirror with sleepy eyes, light amber eyes, white skin, exaggeratedly open clothes, bare legs, and stepped on dirty jeans.

It's really ... **** in gay.

Han Yun uneasily bent over to lift up the pants, I don't understand why the length of the pants is suitable. It is because the waist of the pants is so fat, it seems to be intentional.

—He needs a leather belt.

When Han Yun went out of the dressing room with his pants on, there were some models who had already changed their clothes sitting outside. Both of the judges were here. Today they changed the chair.

When he saw the camera brother turned around, he turned around and wanted to leave. Song Lin glanced at him and immediately shouted, "Han Yun."

Han Yun pretended not to hear, and was about to walk back to the dressing room with his pants on. At the same time, Chen Tiantian just changed out and came out. When she saw Han Yun's appearance, she looked astonished. After a few seconds, she covered her mouth and smiled, "Oh, I forgot to get you a ride, why did you forget it yourself?"

Han Yun raised his pants, feeling extremely upset, and carrying his camera on his back: "Then you go and get me a vest." He paused. "And the belt."

When he sent someone like this, Chen Tiantian lost it with a wink: "Come on, other girls like you. I'm not the only one who looks at your face. You have to take it for yourself, and then, you have all your clothes taken out. Just wear it like this, I think it's okay! "

There is a kind of Luotuo sexy.

"Tiantian is right." It was Guan Mengyuan's voice.

"Just wear it like this," Guan Mengyuan and Song Lin came to him, and the camera went around. Song Lin looked at him and said, "When shooting, you can also unbutton the buttons."

"This button won't fit at all!" Han Yun carried a pair of trousers and grabbed his unbuttonable top with one hand and squeezed the tight denim vest jacket together so that the camera could not see himself like this.

Song Lin laughed and said, "I mean buttons for pants."

Han Yun was stunned, and immediately straightened his face: "Isn't that a hooligan!" The waist of the trousers was already large. Once he unbuttoned it, he couldn't drop it directly?

What is not a hooligan?

Song Lin: "I mean, undoing the shooting, only revealing a little bit will not let your pants fall."

When half of the models went to make-up, the other half learned some simple boxing moves under the guidance of Guan Mengyuan and a boxing coach. The boxing movement itself is extremely powerful, and the boxer looks like he is sweating. Sexy.

Someone asked, "Do you have to use boxing?"

Guan Mengyuan: "It is not necessary. You decide for yourself. This is just a way of thinking. Taking photos is not a casual photo. You need to think."

Before the shooting began, Guan Mengyuan and Song Lin also changed their clothes, and they only put on simple makeup.

Guan Mengyuan: "Let me and Hugo show you how to make a boring photo become a soul."

Aside, the staff put on her bright yellow boxing gloves.

She pierced a tall ponytail and stood in the boxing ring to explain: "First of all, clothing is your first inspiration, and the information on the clothes is intuitive and interesting."

"Like the one I'm wearing now, it's clear I'm a female boxer." Guan Mengyuan wore a red fishnet umbilical vest, a worn-out shorts on his lower body, and two honey-colored long legs, beating gently on the ground. After a few times, she shook her head lightly, stared firmly at Russell's lens, and then waved a fist: "Like a poster for a boxing match?"

"But, we are definitely not taking promotional photos, and ..." After a simple teaching, Song Lin turned over and stepped into the boxing ring under the spotlight.

The players saw the clothes he was wearing. It was a suit. His long hair was combed behind his head, his eyes were deep, and he had the smell of a beast like a beast. But ...

"If you look closely at his clothes, you will find that this is actually a very cheap suit, no more than two hundred," she joked. "The suit was not cut properly. Look at the stains on his cuffs, his hands No watch on it, and then look at his cheap material and crooked tie ... all kinds of details show that this man is just a poor man, pretending to be a rich man. "

After that, the female boxer kicked a fist fiercely towards the camera, and turned over again with a fierce side kick.

Although she is not a professional boxer, her fist has a strange sense of strength in the wind and emerges from the wind. As for Song Lin next to him, he looks at the female boxer with a hint of provocation and a quarter of her face. The angle of three is facing the camera. He deliberately drags his tie and frowns his hair.

"The last point," Guan Mengyuan said, "the photo must have a primary and secondary, and the primary and secondary must be clear."

Today, the order of the Korean Games draw is late, so Han Yun and Chen Tiantian will not be able to shoot until four or five. The two watched the performance of other players for a while. They all listened to Guan Mengyuan, put on boxing gloves and waved at the camera.

Han Yunfang also learned a few moves with the teacher while wearing his pants.

After observing for a while, the two sat down next to each other, Chen Tiantian said decisively: "We can't shoot like them."

"You listen to me, I will write the story most." She wanted to be the protagonist very much, so the story had to be edited by her. Suo Xing Han Yun didn't care about this, and listened to her lazily.

"In terms of dress, you must be a boxer. Me, either your girlfriend or a lady on the street ..." She blinked with fly-eyed eyelashes, which was deliberately brushed out by a makeup artist The effect is that her makeup looks very dirty, and she used a brown eyebrow pencil to paint a spot on her nose, like she has n’t slept or showered for a few days.

Han Yun yawned when she saw her face, and she fell asleep.

"They all chose the boxing ring and chose to hit the sandbags, and we chose the locomotive." She painted her red nails and nodded her lips.

Han Yun lazily leaned on the sofa, grabbing his waist with one hand, so as not to fall off, the wide-open coat exposed his white and dazzling skin, his black hair hanging down lazily, and his facial features were so beautiful that Chen Tiantian was a woman Are jealous.

She glanced at the beautiful meal, but it was obvious that the party himself was unclear about the Korean Yun: "You just came out of the boxing ring, you are tired, you want to find a woman ..."

"Well, look for a woman." He looked at Chen Tiantian, upholding the gentleman's demeanor, and Han Yun was embarrassed to say that he was not like this.

"It may be that I am looking for a man," she said, with her dirty eyelashes hanging from her fly legs, looking like she was not getting enough sleep, "roughly such a plot."

It was their turn to shoot, and Song Lin's first sentence was: "Han Yun, unbutton your pants."

Han Yun looked up and glanced at him lazily: "I don't want to understand."

"Look!"

The players watching on the side lowered their voices and talked a lot: "He is so dragging? What is it?"

"Offending Song Lin, Song Lin is a judge, hee hee, he's finished." The players are watching the excitement, thinking he must be unlucky.

Unexpectedly, Song Lin was not angry. He stepped forward and said a few words to Han Yun.

"Want to take the first? You listen to me, you will be the best shot of the week."

"If you don't want to untie it yourself, I'll do it."

Han Yun frowned. After a few seconds of confrontation, he reached out and unbuttoned his pants. Song Lin smiled with satisfaction and picked out red boxing gloves for him, in order to echo Chen Tiantian's short fringed top.

Song Lin watched him sit on the locomotive with his legs spread freely, still holding his pants on one hand, and wanted to laugh very much. At this moment, the locomotive suddenly fell back because of his weight, and Han Yun immediately resembled a rabbit. Jumping up, a frightened look, not forgetting to carry his pants, afraid of leaving.

Song Lin finally couldn't help laughing this time: "Why so careless."

Han Yun was not used to his tone and ignored him at all.

The worker next to him helped the locomotive, and Song Lin pointed to a worker: "This car is easy to fall down, you can go to the back to support it."

The position behind the locomotive is a blind spot that the camera can't capture, so it doesn't matter to hide a staff member.

Chen Tiantian also found out ... Is Song Lin too good for Han Yun? She narrowed her eyes and stuffed some bubble gum into her mouth.

The staff put on boxing gloves for Han Yun. As soon as Han Yun put on his gloves, he felt very wet inside. He didn't know what it was. He sat sideways on a black locomotive-they were not the first to choose a locomotive as a prop. Player.

Russell crouched down and started taking pictures.

Chen Tiantian was wearing red tann card on her hand. She was wearing a pair of very high red high heels. Her fishnet socks were deliberately torn and hung on her leg. She was wearing a Korean locomotive and her fur fell to her waist. Baring her round shoulders, she quickly switched movements, blowing bubble gum in her mouth.

Russell said, "Bubble Gum is a good prop. You look a little too confused, put it away."

And Han Yun ... He didn't know what was in the boxing gloves, it was sticky and very uncomfortable, Russell directly scolded: "Are you out of state?"

Everyone knows Russell's bad temper.

He scolded while scolding: "Are you a bit too relaxed?"

Chen Tiantian also glanced at him: What are you doing!

Everyone can see that Han Yun was completely grabbed by Chen Tiantian, and his performance was different from that of the last stunning hard photo. The current Han Yun looks like a complete newcomer, and has always liked him Song Lin frowned this time, wondering why he was not in the state.

Han Yun didn't answer. He sat with his legs spread apart, his two long legs glaring apart, and his jacket opened, revealing **** abs and chest.

Cb's yellow lamp flashes on a grungy black graffiti wall.

Han Yun guessed that the sticky touch in the gloves was probably the sweat of someone else, because the gloves were used by others and he wanted to take off the boxing gloves. However, he had to wear gloves with both hands. There was no way but to bite with his mouth.

He lowered his head slightly and began to bite the boxing gloves. Russell did not scold him again this time, but became excited. He began to speak English, and the Chinese and English mixedly said, "I took it. ... "

Anyone who knows him knows that he will only be garbled when he takes good pictures.

It takes time to select and revise the film. After a few days, I go to record again. It started to rain lightly. Han Yun was sitting in a taxi and heard the radio broadcast. The radio host was talking about the draft and said the key points: "Tonight At eight o'clock in the evening, "T Typhoon Clouds" is here to stay. "

Looking out, the billboards have been affixed to the bus.

The driver master tuned a channel: "Beijing Meteorological Observatory issued an upgrade to the orange warning of heavy rain, which may be accompanied by ... strong lightning ..."

Hearing the word "thunder and lightning", Han Yun glanced at the hazy sky and frowned.

Record a review session today.

"This hard shot ... I'm not very satisfied. You have a proud expression of" I'm a model "on your face. Where is your professionalism?"

"Luo Yusen, you have a strong ability to take photos, and you also have a face that is easy to shape and recognizable! You originally had great potential ..." The judge who spoke was Crowder, a Chinese of Singaporean. A strong showman in the industry, "But now, I think your potential is getting less and less, and your performance is getting worse ..."

Every model will be scolded. This week, if they don't perform well and have bad luck, they will leave. If they stay, they will regroup next week and regain the appreciation of the judges.

Luo Yusen was slammed to death, and seemed to be frustrated with his fists.

Twenty-five groups of models walked up to receive comments. The Han Yun station stood for more than an hour. During this period, they drank no water, and it was their turn.

Guan Mengyuan saw him and walked straight down, with her signature hearty smile on her face: "Han Yun, I'll help you with your hair again. Did you tie it yourself?"

"Ok."

"Don't tie it like that next time, or don't tie it up, it looks great."

I did not expect that the supermodel Guan Mengyuan actually came down to help him tie his hair, because the players were afraid to talk because they were recording, but they were very dissatisfied when they saw this scene: "Song Lin like this, Guan Mengyuan like this, what the hell?

"What exactly is he backstage?"

Cut it out.

The dissatisfaction of the following players swallowed back immediately.

The black graffiti background wall, the black locomotive that is about to be integrated into the background wall, is isolated by the signboard printed with the four English letters "cb". The woman's expression in the photo is with arrogance and tease, one hand on hips, **** curve, mouth Blowing bubble gum.

Dirty makeup becomes different under the magic of retouching, and it no longer feels "dirty".

The man sitting on the locomotive nodded slightly, biting red boxing gloves. He stared directly at the camera. His skin was a few whiter than the skin of the woman next to him. His clothes seemed to be showing off sexy, but in fact He also has an intriguing purity.

He is incompatible with this scene, and seems to be boxing, but it is only a new career after his downfall.

The super poisonous tongue stylist judge took a look at the photos and then at Han Yun: "No matter how many times I look, Han Yun's face is really a gift from the creator." She is a designer or a high-level custom made for celebrities. Designer, her vision is somewhat different from that of fashion circle. She doesn't recognize the so-called high-end face, but prefers to look good.

Guan Mengyuan: "Sweet, you are doing well. I saw your complete body curve. It is very sweet. I like your idea of ​​blowing bubble gum. Is it the clown girl's inspiration to you?"

"Yes, I like that movie very much." She was exaggerated with a slightly raised corner of her mouth.

"I like it too, but—" Guan Mengyuan smiled with a lip on her lips. Her sudden turn made Chen Tiantian, who had thought she was a steadfast winner, a little confused, and turned to look at the Korean photos on the photo.

"But-you blow the bubble gum, your beautiful French teeth are gone, and in this picture, I only see the existence of the Han Yun."

"This time the theme emphasizes 'a sense of power'. Remember what I said? Han Yun just sat, but his expression was very powerful, hitting the soul."

"Immaculate and perfect."

"You completely dominate this picture."

"Who will stay in the game?"

The judges scored one by one, and Han Yun got a very high score. He was very surprised himself. After all, he was really playing soy sauce ...

Seeing his score, Chen Tiantian's complexion turned instantly white and her eyes became red.

Among the two, Han Yun was promoted, Chen Tiantian went to the reserved seat, Han Yun went directly to the backstage, and Chen Tiantian continued to wait for everyone to finish his review and accept his fate.

The recording didn't end until the evening. Han Yun got the best hard photo of the week. His partner did not eliminate it, but stood out from the waiting list.

To the disappointment of Han Yun, Luo Yusen also advanced.

However, when he went out from the TV station, Han Yun took an elevator with him, Luo Yusen's grim eyes kept on him: "I won't let you continue to win!" And Han Yun regarded him as a ants-like look. Gently swiped at him, and then smiled: "I'm sorry, I will always win, you still have to think about how to ensure that you are not eliminated," his lips slightly opened, and he spit out two words calmly: "Trash."

Han Yun thought that he had said something very well, and he took a taxi outside the building in a good mood. As a result, when he saw the heavy rain, his mood became a little uncomfortable.

On the way home, raindrops flipped on the roof of the car, and Han Yun was listening to music with headphones.

Guoguo sent him a message.

"Is this the first time your show has aired? I will definitely watch it on time."

Today is Friday, the official broadcast time of the first episode.

This is a golden time. The advance promotion of "T Typhoon Cloud" is in place. Every day, trailers are broadcast on TV stations and online video media websites.

Han Yun sat in the living room and turned on the TV to watch. He likes watching TV, especially watching costume dramas. For the first time on TV, he showed a twelve-point interest, and did not even call Fu Yuan out the first time he went home.

If Fu Yuan comes out, it means turning off the lights and watching TV himself, but he can't let him out. He leaned against the sofa, and the sound of rain outside was covered by the sound of television.

During the first recording of the show, there were a lot of players, but the crew of the show was particularly fast. Each player had only a few shots. Han Yun watched slowly, and finally knew the name of the stutter.

Guoguo called him at this time: "I watched your show, why haven't I seen you yet? I have seen you in the trailer, why ..."

"I'm still behind, but it should be soon," Han Yun saw himself on TV after he heard it, and he heard Guoguo on the phone shouting, "I saw it!"

The Korean Games have more shots than other players.

"The players in your show feel OK, but you must be the best looking male model."

Han Yun coughed, and was about to humble himself. There was a thunderous explosion outside.

His whole face was white and his body froze.

Guoguo also exclaimed, "This thunder is so scary."

Han Yun's expression still maintained the look of fright. He hugged the pillow on the sofa and said hardly: "No fear, no fear, no scary, thunder, nothing frightening."

I don't know if it was said to the other party or to myself.

Guoguo smiled: "I'm not afraid of thunder, but it's too loud. It's raining today. It's fine. Everyone can't go out, so you can watch your show ..."

Hearing the faint thunder outside, he was afraid that he accidentally exposed his feet and exposed the fact that he was more afraid of thunder than her, so Han Yun soon called her for a dinner and then ended the call.

The thunder grew louder, and a continuous flash of electricity illuminated the room with the lights off. The sound was loud and even covered the sound of the TV.

Han Yun smoked two tissues and rolled them into small balls, stuffed them into his ears, and finally covered his ears.

"I don't listen, I don't listen!"

He was afraid of thunder from an early age. The night the mother-in-law died was the thunder of the night, so he was afraid when he grew up. He said that he was afraid to tremble and was not so serious, but it was worse than ordinary girls. When thunder rumbling sounded in the ear, Han Yun would shake.

In another thunder and lightning, when the TV suddenly went out, Han Yun had no time to think about whether it was thunder or because of Fu Yuan.

"Mysterious ..." Han Yun's voice trembled slightly.

He hugged a pillow tightly, curled up on the sofa, and a pair of strong arms lifted him from the sofa: "Don't be afraid, be there."

Fu Yuan knew that he had a close relationship with his mother-in-law, and the night when Han Yun's mother-in-law was given to death was just as bright as the thunder of the night. The wild sand on his body turned into a warm quilt, which enfolded Han Yun's body, preventing him from feeling cold.

"Chen hugs him on the bed." His voice provided Han Yun with a sense of security.

Fu Yuan holding Han Yun, stepped up the stairs.

Han Yun could still hear thunder and even feel lightning, but it was not so strong.

He looked up in Fu Yuan's arms.

There was a sudden electric flash outside the window, and the entire sky was as bright as day. For some reason, it was not so dark in the room today.

Han Yun glanced at Master Fu's face that has not changed half way since the ancient handsome, and still pays attention to the top of his forehead, giving birth to a pair of black ...

The horns are not like ordinary horns and horns, but some are like elk, not huge, bent backwards, making people want to touch it with their hands ...

Thinking about it this way, he actually reached out his hand, but it took only a moment to make Han Yun see nothing.

The sudden darkness made him unhappy for a few seconds: "Master Fu, I have seen it, what do you hide?"