Chapter 15:

At the end of the knockout round, I returned to the supermodel house. On the screen in the living room, the hard photo of the original Marvin polygamy theme was replaced with my dynamic hard photo. In fact, if it is a normal-themed model photo, it will not be weird to be displayed on this one-meter-wide TV screen.
But when I made a kneeling posture on the ground in the hard photo, the whole photo was full of cyan. As soon as everyone walked into the room, they saw my gesture in the photo, which always made me feel unwell.
"Well!" Ashton first whistled, and then said in the coquettling of the female models: "I have to admit that you are indeed a comrade when you see this photo!"
I smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
"So you would choose Chris to share the Taylor Suite with you?" Nina smiled and looked back at the hard photos on the screen and me.
After hearing her mentioning Chris, I subconsciously turned my head to find Chris's figure, but found out that somehow he had come to the kitchen and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.
"If he wants to," I answered with a shrug and a smile. Nina turned around and saw Chris's move, and she giggled.
Ashton glanced at Chris and suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "If he doesn't want to remember to hit me! I don't mind sleeping with you in the bed at night."
The staff in charge of shooting in the supermodel room asked the model who received the best hard photo and the Taylor Suite key every time, and decided who to invite to share the Taylor Suite in front of the camera. So I can only stand in front of the camera and say, "Chris, would you like to share the Taylor Suite with me?"
Chris's hands paused, and the camera's lens was zoomed closer. He seemed to suddenly turn around and smiled and said, "You mean the cloakroom of the guess? Of course!"
Ashton walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He whispered, "Did you see that? This is how they should react after your sexuality is exposed to the straight man. It seems I am I'm sure Chris is really straight. "
I took a deep look at Chris, who turned a little uncomfortably and walked outdoors. I don't look away from him anymore, if he finds it awkward I won't be too demanding. After all, the two have only known each other for less than a week. After the game, if there are three or four people who will contact again, it can be said that it is a miracle.
I touched Ashton's head with a hood on my backhand and said, "You love Gossip too much." Ashton seemed stiffened, and I didn't care or retracted my hand and headed to the bedroom. corridor. I'm planning to pack some things to wash, and staying in the Taylor Suite tonight, it looks like I can finally have my own space.
Ashton trot behind me, and he pulled the hood I had taken off. "Oh? Who do you call this weekend? You know the American supermodels have time to talk to family every Sunday. Right?"
Since Ashton learned that my sexual orientation was male yesterday, he changed camp. He no longer only hangs out with Nina, but mostly talks around me. By contrast, Chris is really silent. Maybe the topic of my sexual orientation did affect him.
I quickly walked out of the camera, and then said, "According to a total of one hour of talk time, each person has five minutes. If you remember what you want to say, I will talk to a friend."
Ashton's gossip fire was burning instantly, and he followed me into the bedroom excitedly, watching me bend down to pick up the clothes and books to use at night. "Friend, what friend? Your boyfriend ?! What's your name, how long have you been together?"
I got a headache from Ashton and rubbed my eyebrows and said, "Not a boyfriend, just an ordinary friend. After I came out of the nursing home, a colleague I met in the dance company, Mike."
"Wow, what colleagues need to call back at this time deliberately?" Ashton was so excited, he continued to ask: "Wait, one of your dance groups shows that he is also a dancer? He must be very tall OK! Tell me, I'm absolutely secretive this time! "
I hugged my pajamas and towel and saw half of my books straight up, and I resigned helplessly to meet Ashton's curiosity: "It is not a special friend, but the only person I know who can be a friend in the past two years, except him No one else can fight. "
After that I turned and walked towards the bedroom door, ready to put things in the Taylor suite first, and by the way look at the wardrobe of the guess.
"Haha, does he have a girlfriend?" Ashton followed me relentlessly.
"No." I went to the door and opened it.
"Then he's definitely interesting to you!" Ashton concluded happily. "It's your colleague again. I haven't had a girlfriend for two years. I know that your sexuality is still with you all day."
"Okay, is he my boyfriend?" I turned to the bedroom door and turned to Ashton. "So why do you want to go to Taylor's suite to have an eye addiction?" Ashton It is a person with a simple mind. You don't have to calculate too much to talk to such a person, but sometimes it will cause unexpected trouble.
Ashton nodded happily before hearing the expression, and wondered why his expression froze.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I turned to look outside the bedroom door, and Chris was standing at the door with some cans of beer at some point.
"It scared me, Chris." I watched his neck turn red, and it seemed like he drank a lot after a while. "That was a for Ashton. Why did you drink so much? We're going to go see the wardrobe of the guess. Would you like to come together? "
"... No, I'll say it tomorrow." He replied quietly for a while, before shaking, he was heading for the bedroom.
I turned over to let him pass, and gave Ashton a look to signal the two to go out, and I closed the door.
Ashton followed me towards the Taylor Suite. "It's strange to say, why Chris is a straight man and always loves your vinegar. It's so fun."
I did not respond to Ashton's words.
Early Sunday morning, as usual, I woke up early to prepare breakfast for several people for Chris, Ashton and Nina. What surprised me, however, was that when I came to the kitchen, Chris was scooping freshly made omelette from the frying pan.
"You got up so early today." I rubbed my eyes and walked towards him, looking at the breakfast for two on the plate.
Chris glanced at me and lowered the frying pan and said, "Good morning, I slept a little earlier yesterday, so I got up earlier than you today. I simply made breakfast." He said he packed two fried eggs and a few Pass me a small sausage plate.
I took a dinner plate and looked at the dark circles and scum under his eyes, but I still didn't break the fact that he might not have slept at all last night.
I can't accurately analyze Chris's current state of mind. He hides deeply. Although he can easily see his unnaturalness, it is difficult to draw correct conclusions. In the end I decided to ignore it.
I put the plate on the dining table, went to the refrigerator to take out the milk, took the two cups washed on the stove, and poured a glass for each of us.
"They usually get up in half an hour, you can go to wash after eating, and then I will take you to Taylor's suite to see the guess's wardrobe?" I said in an inquiring tone.
Chris put the frying pan into the sink, walked over to the dining table and said, "Okay. By the way, I will talk to you later ... I don't have anyone who has to call, you can use my call if you want Time to call your boyfriend ... Speaking, what's your boyfriend's name? "
I took a bite of a sausage with a fork and took a bite. Looking at Chris uncomfortably, I smiled and said, "Isn't I said yesterday, boyfriend or something I perfunctory Ashton. Mike is My colleague at the George Robles Dance Company. "
Chris nodded, but the expression on his face showed that he didn't believe it. He said, "Well ... you can call Mike with my talk time, I don't need it."
I glanced at him, lowered my head and took a bite of the fried egg and stopped explaining.
In my opinion, Chris seems to be struggling with self-generation awareness, which is not a good sign for me because I hate trouble. It would be troublesome for me if I accidentally bent Chris.
After eleven o'clock in the morning, it finally reached the weekly talk time.
Since I won the Taylor Suite, I was arranged to be the first to call. The American supermodel team is particularly interested in setting up a red telephone booth in the supermodel house. After sitting in, it will completely isolate the internal and external sounds, ensuring complete privacy, but there is a camera in the telephone booth.
I sat in the phone booth and closed the door. In the wave of Chris's hand, I dialed Mike's mobile phone number that I didn't know when I knew it. After a few beeps, the other end quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is Mike."
"Mike," I laughed, hearing Mike's rare official voice, "guess who will call you again?"
"Brian?" Mike seemed to put something down and walked to a relatively quiet place. "Are you finally allowed to call. How do you feel living in the legendary supermodel house?"
"The first sentence asks how about the supermodel house, don't you feel too ruthless?" I talked to Mike like a marginal person as usual. "According to your interest, the female models in the supermodel house walk around in bathrobes after taking a bath. If you think about it, you should sign up yourself."
"I saw the hard photos you took on the official website. Haha, the last one is in line with your jazz style." Mike did not respond to my words, but seemed to be joking in a good mood.
"Thank you, the last one got the best hard photo. The annoying thing is that the hard photo will be on the big screen in the living room all day."
Mike laughed over the phone. "Are there still a few photos and videos that you can't get on the show during the dance show? What's your embarrassment."
"Are you rehearsing? Who was our partner's opening show now?" I also didn't make a difference, and instead raised some issues that have a common topic between the two.
"A new kid has a style that overlaps with your original customer base. Just staying a little longer than you, I've been bringing him to know our choreography recently," Mike replied.
I smiled and then said, "It doesn't matter if you stay a little bit, you're afraid of being uneasy. Aren't you the most disliked colleague in doing small dirty businesses? It's better to stay.
"Oh, I'm afraid it's too easy to be fooled." Mike was not satisfied with the newcomer in his tone.
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When I walked out of the phone booth, I realized that Chris was still standing still, holding a glass of milk in his hand and waiting for me. He looked at me in wonder as he walked towards him and said, "It shouldn't be five minutes, why are you hanging up so fast? My call time is also given to you, and you can continue to call."
I looked up at him, approached him, and took the nearly finished milk from his hand, and Chris stepped back in a reflective way. I smiled and said, "I never call for more than three minutes, because there is nothing special to say. You still have to call any friends, they can help you to pull votes, social media voting can be decisive Role. "
Chris seemed startled by his own reaction, lowering his head and not daring to look at me. "Go." I patted his shoulder and pointed to the phone booth. "I'll go first and tell them they can come in line to call."
One day on Sunday, free time always passes quickly before people unknowingly, the second week of the National Supermodel Contest arrives.
The second Monday, the challenge.
The bus brought everyone to a show, this is a catwalk run by the magazine. However, this show on the runway is a bit special, the show is two huge ancient records, constantly spinning. Models need to make perfect t-steps on the two circular shows that are rotating at the same speed as the treadmill.
The challenge was hosted by Jonathan and matched with clothing according to the characteristics of each model. At the same time, the editor-in-chief of the magazine will also be present to watch.
For the career of the model, if it can be favored by the editor-in-chief of the magazine, it will mean more work in the future, and it will be more helpful for improving the visibility of magazine picture shooting.
In fact, there is a decent model step on such a show, but there is a very simple trick. Your steps need to be at the same speed as the turntable, so that you can walk on the turntable stably and appear to be at ease.
In the end, who performed well in this challenge, in addition to me and Chris who had been reminded of my skills in advance, there was also Alice, a professional professional, and Rena, who was particularly aura.
Dan, who was steadfast and steady, and Nina, who was bouncing around, followed closely.
Mark has never been a model before, which makes him not dominant on the platform. He received the same evaluation as several other female models. Jamie and Mike had the same reason, but because of their lack of confidence in their steps, they were afraid to walk on the platform and were criticized by name.
That's it. Jonathan's preference for Mike has not been defeated. He taught Mike how to take steps in the lounge. I didn't even take much care of it, which made me a little relieved.
As long as I don't get rid of Jonathan, I don't think he should pay much attention to me outside the hard-shooting time. After all, Brian's usual non-hazardous look was not Jonathan's. In fact, what Jonathan did was not exactly harassment in the office, but his slimy attitude and strong close action still made me thank you.
The final winner of the challenge was Alice, who was fully professional.
After the challenge, returned to the supermodel house, the challenge scores of all models were again displayed on the big screen in the living room. Thank goodness my Zhang Shengsheng hinted that the full hard photo was changed.
Alice's steps were impeccable and she got a perfect score of ten. Me, Chris and Rena are nine points. Dan, Nina, and Marvin are in the middle of the top eight. Ashton, Jaina and Konani scored seven points. It is surprising that Alyssa scored only six points like Mike and Jamie.
After the one-day challenge, everyone is not as relaxed as Sunday because they know that tomorrow will be another hard shot. 2k novel reading network