Chapter 13

Han Yun smelled the familiar smell of washing powder. It was the washing powder in his home, which smelled of lime.
Looking back at the light that suddenly turned off in the bathroom that day, Han Yun seemed to understand something.
He wondered, was the National Teacher so unpopular?
Han Yun, while touching the black at the fastest speed to change clothes, searched in the dark with his eyes. This kind of darkness in which he can't see his five fingers can not only be caused by turning off the lights.
In the locker room, everyone was scolding: "Well! The cell phone is in the locker. Whoever has a cell phone, take a picture!"
In this level of noise, Han Yun whispered: "Mysterious?"
The Chinese teacher Fu Yuan had a cryptic character. When Han Yun didn't call him Ai Qing, he called his character to show courtesy.
The man hummed softly in his ear, Han Yun touched the sound source, grabbed his hand, and it was the temperature of the person.
Han Yunan settled down, even warmer, staring at the dark side: "Are you always by my side?"
In modern society, he is no longer the monarch of the past, and claims to be completely replaced.
But in the heart of Han Yun, there has been no change in his relationship with Fu Yuan's monarchs and ministers, even if ... maybe he really poisoned himself.
He remembered the situation where he couldn't run far with the original owner before, as if there was a centripetal force that involved him, and he would encounter an invisible barrier once he went far. He guessed, "Can't you leave me?"
The locker room was so noisy that no one heard him whisper.
Fu Yuan reached out and touched his head. Han Yun quickly tilted his head to avoid it, but let him touch it. He said, "Your Majesty cannot leave the court."
"Nonsense, I ..." Before he finished speaking, he heard someone outside calling his number aloud: "Number 121, Han Yun, one hundred ..."
Han Yun quickly got up, but he couldn't see it at all. With so many people in the locker room and so many chair obstacles, he couldn't move.
There was a pulling force in his hand, and Fu Yuan was holding him away.
He may be able to see things in the dark.
Han Yun guessed that he might be a high-level ghost or some kind of creature that can only survive in the dark. But he didn't care what Fu Yuan was, and he wasn't afraid. At this moment, he only had a kind of joy far beyond the "knowledge of his hometown." Finally, someone could accompany him to speak, and he no longer had to face the big family The black dog said to himself.
He was crying with joy, and it was stupid to speak to a dog.
Near the door, Han Yun asked him, "Are you still here at night? Can't you see the light? Like a vampire or something."
Fu Yuan answered briefly: "I'll come back at night."
Han Yun laughed. He stepped into another bright studio, and Fu Yuan disappeared like smoke.
The photographer is a young man, slightly fat with long hair, and is looking down to adjust his camera. Seeing Han Yun come in, he looked up and then looked at a few more.
Rarely look good male models.
It's probably because he wore too little, and Han Yun was a bit shy. The photographer saw a lot of people like him today. Half of the "T Typhoon Cloud" contest was new people who had never been in this area before, and the other half. They were sent by modeling companies or modeling schools around the world.
And Han Yun now looks like a complete newcomer, green, but beautiful. Not only the face is very recognizable, but even the temperament is memorable. He is obviously shy and uneasy, but at the same time he has a strong spirit, and he has an excellent figure, a good proportion, wide shoulders, narrow hips and long legs, which is also a leader in the model group.
The photographer said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, stand here," he pointed, "you don't have to pose, just stand straight."
This photo-taking is like a physical examination. The defects and advantages of the model's body appearance are all stored in the camera and fed back to the judges. In this way, the judges can have a more intuitive data when they watch the catwalk.
Han Yun stands on a gray background cloth.
The photographer crouched slightly: "Look at my lens."
Han Yun stared.
He was still a little nervous, because he had never experienced it, and he comforted himself in his heart, and it was good to treat these people as servants in the palace, no big deal.
I just took a full-body photo, so I flashed a few times, and it was finished before the Korean Games had responded.
"Okay," said the photographer, "go back here to change clothes, go to the room over there for an interview, and wait for the waiting room."
Han Yun changed back his clothes. The reason why the show team did not distribute uniform clothes was that half of the 200 shortlisted players were eliminated directly.
The clothing of the players themselves is also a very important part, so they are particularly allowed to wear their own personal clothing when selecting for the catwalk.
As soon as Han Yun put on his clothes, he was calm at once, and then the staff took him into another small room. This room was really small and could only accommodate two people sitting at the same time. There was a camera and screen in front of him, but no one was there.
The staff member said, "It's enough to confess according to the question on the screen. The time is five minutes."
Han Yun sat in and the staff closed the door from the outside.
The screen lights up and the first question "Does anyone ever do a model before? Does the family support it?"
Han Yun answered them one by one based on the memory. The program group seems to like to explore the privacy of the players. There are too many questions about the family on the screen. If the players are familiar with the operation mode of the draft, they will know that this is the best selling moment. You need topicality, and you know that viewers like to watch these, so the worse the better. Han Yun replied as he recalled, but he did not want to reveal too much of these tragic pasts, so the answer was short.
He then remembered that the original father seemed to have cancer and wanted 500,000 lives.
The original owner wanted to compete for the championship, and this is why.
"Who do you think is going to advance and see a strong enemy?"
"This ... I didn't notice."
"Why come in?"
Han Yun said, "Because there are 500,000 bonuses ..." Someone is waiting for these 500,000 lives.
He frowned slightly, and his heart suddenly felt a little bit sour. This may be the consciousness of the memory itself affecting him.
In Han Yun's mind, the original owner's obligation was not his obligation, he had no responsibility to manage the mess left by the original owner, but now ... he found that winning the championship and receiving the prize were very important things.
The director of the recording studio saw this scene, and saw him wearing Armani, saying: "It seems that this is a rich child who grew up in the greenhouse. Our contestants are all cannibalists, and he will surely Bullied terribly. "
"However, this is a topic player."
Models that look so beautiful are too rare. Most of them go to the entertainment circle. The story is not miserable and it doesn't matter. The rich man is enough to attract people.
Later, Han Yun waited for a while and entered the studio in sequence.
The studio is not a stage, there is no auditorium, a ten-meter-long catwalk, and four judges sit in front of it.
Han Yun saw Song Lin, and his dark hair still made Han Yun particularly envious.
In addition to Song Lin, the remaining three judges are considered heavyweight. A female model is also a well-known supermodel and has gone through three major fashion weeks. There is also a Singaporean Chinese show director who has directed the Oscho show; the remaining designer is a high-end custom-made clothing designer specially designed for big-name stars. Artists attend foreign film festivals and usually line up to ask him to do it for themselves. Designing red carpet clothing, this designer is also a very well-known internet player, with millions of fans.
Compared to various uneven model selection competitions in China, this year's "T Typhoon" can be regarded as the most professional competition in Asia.
The early publicity was also in place. I bought many homepage recommendations from many search engine portals, which attracted a lot of people to sign up.
Before the Han Yun went up, the tablet in the hands of the judges should have taken only underwear photos taken by the Korean Yun Fang, but maybe for network reasons, the photo has only a blurred silhouette. When you look at the big picture, the screen will appear Loading text.
The signal went wrong.
Even the director couldn't hear the director's voice, and the judges didn't know what was going on: "What's going on with this network! Even the players' photos are invisible!"
One of the judges stepped down from the panel of judges and asked, "When is the Internet good?"
The staff went back and asked: "It seems that there is something wrong with the cable and it is being repaired."
"How long has it been."
"Yes, you can't delay the game. There are more than 80 players in the back row."
"Forget it, let's look at the information first. I have the information here. I just cached it. It's called Han Yun. It's a model sent by OSS."
The hard photos uploaded during the registration of Korean Games were also cached.
"Well, this model has taken the cover of Shiyin?"
When he joined the industry three years ago, he did shoot the cover of the girl's version of "Fashion Poems", the country's most sold magazine.
"It's still" Poetry "three years ago, but isn't this retouching too much? How can any boy's skin be so flammable and so handsome, the mixed entertainment industry has long been hot."
Another judge said with a smile: "Well, it's the girl's version, the cover is all the same, the boy with red lips and white teeth."
Song Lin didn't say that he knew the player, and said, "Let the player come in first. Let's take a look at the real person to see if the lips are red and white."
I couldn't see the photos of Han Yun undressing, but he felt a bit sorry, and was ready to wait for the internet to download and save a copy.
Han Yun came in and saw Song Lin, his expression did not change, but the judges present here gathered their heads together: "It's really red lips and white teeth."
"It looks the same as a hard photo, but it changes a lot."
Because Han Yun was selected by the model company, and there were instructions on the materials to guarantee the top 50, so after a few minutes of fake performances, the judges voted him to be a finalist.
During the rush hour, traffic jams became more severe.
It's seven o'clock in the evening when I get home.
Han Yun didn't even care about the dogs. He turned off the lights and pulled the curtains as soon as he entered the door. The room was darkened, but it was not completely dark, and the curtains were still a little bit light.
Han Yun sat on the sofa and could see the furnishings in the room. He thought with satisfaction that this time he could finally see the Chinese teacher. The two meetings were dark, and it was scary to hear that his voice was invisible.
He whispered, "It's getting dark, mysterious, are you ... still alive?"
Soon, Han Yun found ... The room was covered with a black gas at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and fell into darkness with no fingers.