Looking at the mirror, Han Yun peered at his short hair, seeing the monk at the temple who had shaved, his short hair was like that monk with a thin layer of stubble.
Not only do the people in the mirror have the same name, but also somewhat similar, with large eyes but with slight drooping corners, light transparent amber eyes, their eyelashes are long and they often have a soft, sleepy, and gentle feeling. Such a face is rare in the fashion world because they usually grow up like him and become stars.
Han Yun was weak from a young age and was a sick seedling.
Once, he practiced riding and shooting, he was thrown out by the horse, broke his leg bones and accidentally fell into water and almost drowned. But fortunately, some people love him even when he is twelve, and some people support him. Perhaps he knew he was a puppet, even if he ignored the regime and dozed off early, the eunuch and courtiers beside him would still shut their eyes and blow his wisdom.
But this body is different. Because the original owner lived with grassroots, the body is strong and full of strength. Looking down, there are few well–balanced abdominal muscles.
Chidong called before Han Yun could digest his new identity.
He stared at the suddenly lit phone screen with hesitation, took it up and looked at it with curiosity, hanging up slowly and stopping the ringing.
He doesn't know much about the words here but the memory of the subconscious comes out with the name "Agent Chi."
He remembered the swish–looking but a–head–taller–than–himself man, who spoke often with a bossy manner.
When the phone rang for the second time, Han Yun learned how to operate it and carefully stroked it with his fingers.
"Han Yun! Did you forget about the interview today?!" The sudden roar from the other end of the phone shook the spirit of Han Yun, holding the phone with both hands, he held the cellphone close to his ears.
This thing, called the mobile phone, was the most interesting thing for him... he had never seen such magic before.
Chidong didn't hear him talking... he was angry and confused: "You're not fucking here yet, wait for death! I see how long you have to be a wild model!"
There was an interview today.
The message was automatically reflected in Han Yun's mind, remembering that the original owner had worn a strange dress and walked back a few times under the serious scrutiny of several people.
It's called an interview.
He has a headache.
Isn't this interview the same as when you choose a concubine or a eunuch? Pick a nice, comfortable one and let them follow.
Han Yun frowned at the thought that they wanted to be so provocative. He had always been the one who picked other people... when was it someone else's turn to pick him?
He unhurriedly went out of the bathroom and happened to bump into Sun Wenyan who was leaning against the door. He has changed his clothes, Versace's Medusa gold–printed shirt, black–and–white herringbone silk scarf wrapped around the gold chain, a gray round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, black trousers with golden eagle-head belt and a shiny pair of bee–leather loafers on his feet.
The dress is the basic standard for modeling, with details revealing a fixation with clothes— though Han Yun could not understand it.
The people here are keen on exotic clothes, and from the perspective of Han Yun, it seems that the profession he is currently engaged in is the most bizarre.
Sun Wenyan looked down at Han Yun's belt-tied pajamas slightly for a moment. His sunglasses were mounted over his nose. He touched his chin and looked at Han Yun, "Why not change clothes? Today is the interview, right? Which brand..."
Then he said, approaching: "Ah, I remember, Mayoral right? That children's clothing brand. I'll pick your clothes." He walked into the cloakroom of the guest room and handed out a brand new D&G underwear for Han Yun, Alexandar Mcqueen's long, white–cut shirt and matching trousers, with two chic pink roses embroidered on the collar.
In the fashion industry, the consumption is quite high. A large part of the expenditure is on clothing accessories, with tens of thousands of dollars for a piece of clothing, many models buy designer labels without eating or drinking, and sell their clothes once the season is over, and buy a new one.
But based on the income of the original owner, even if he doesn't drink or eat, he buys as much as one designer label a month. His wardrobe is dominated by Taobao¹ A goods and basic models of Uniqlo. He also occasionally purchase discounted CK underwear at the end of the season.
But Sun Wenyan is different. He's a rich second–generation with a large number of luxury brand clothing in the cloakroom. It is impossible for him to lend his clothes to others, but it is okay to give them to Han Yun if he wants to wear them.
The little emperor who just returned from the dead did not know this.
Seeing him wearing a snow–white dress, he was much better looking than the nativist figure on his own, and immediately felt that Sun Wenyan was not without a merit. It was rather glamorous.
Sun Wenyan handed him the clothes and said, "I have never been to a children's fashion show neither walked with the children's models. But it's definitely right to wear a clean temperament. You can try it on."
After all, the interview is not a fashion show so you don't need to dress too differently.
After he went out Han Yun lifted his pants.
He wouldn't have worn them last night, but by the end of the night, he'd been more fit with the body and had a memory that made him the original owner so he pretended. It wasn't a big problem but......
Standing in front of the mirror, Han Yun slowly put on his clothes and a thick sense of inauthenticity lingered around him.
In such an age of innocence, in an unfamiliar body, his past identity, glory, and everything he knew, was all away from him.
Han Yun lowered his head to deal with the belt and comforted himself. He was not as happy as an emperor, he was under the control of others. Cheated others in all directions, the enemy's tigers were covetous with him so, how many people covet his dragon chair?
But now, it's easy and free. With less burden on your shoulders and less calculations.
He buckled the belt with clumsiness when Han Yun looked up in the mirror, his heart suddenly opened up.
What's more? A poor man is a poor man!
By the time Han Yun changed his clothes and came out, Sun Wenyan saw him and suddenly felt proud of his clothes, "Ah Yun, I always think first when I buy my clothes. This suit is definitely suitable for you. You look really good."
McQueen's designs have always been synonymous with Avant-Garde, but the shirts and trousers are nothing more than an ordinary design, with a few articles on the collar and the cuffs. The shirt was long, with a slight casual neutral wind on the back.
It's such a simple design but Han Yun wore it with a classic and elegant temperament, like a figure coming out of a pictorial.
The little emperor heard so much flattery and knew what Sun Wenyan was thinking.
Later, Sun Wenyan drove Han Yun to Mayoral's interview venue.
In the car, Han Yun kept his mouth shut. He also had a large sunglasses on his nose.
This thing can block the sun, and when it is worn, it looks like the entire world has been filtered, and it looks very pure. He rested his head quietly on the car and propped his chin to watch the scenery flowing out of the window.
Sun Wenyan wanted to talk to him about his ex–girlfriend Ding Sui, and about the half million, seeing that he was indifferent and angry, he had to change the subject, "Are you sure of the interview?"
Han Yun tilted his head but he didn't speak. He searched his mind for the information about the interview as much as possible.
"Have you done your homework? I just checked it out for you. Mayoral brought a group of young models under the age of ten from Spain. This time you should be walking the show with young models. The focus is on children. Therefore, the interview requirements must be very relaxed, and being able to get along with children is the key."
Mayoral is an old spanish children's clothing brand. The brand's popularity in European children's clothing can be described as well–known, but it is just emerging and its first counter is about to open in Sanlitun China, leading to a big event.
The idea of the conference is mainly parent–child, so the same design is divided into two types: parent and children's clothing. This design can attract more parents to buy parent–child clothing however, the main selling point is children's wear. Adult fashion is only used as foil.
A long–established male model like Sun Wenyan can't afford to perform such unscrupulous tasks. Only Han Yun, who is running around the fashion circle, needs it.
Mr. Chi has a handful of spare models under his hand who are scheduled to attend interviews: "Although it's a children's wear brand, at least it's a luxury in children's wear! It's very well paid, easy to interview. It's easy to have a face."
Before he got out of the car, Sun Wenyan opened the armrest box and took a few pieces of Heiqiao² to him, "Wait for the rehearsal."
Han Yun took it, lowered his head and smelled it before frowning gently. Seemingly unaccustomed to the bitter smell, but the strange smell of chocolate quickly allowed him to stretch his brows.
Sun Wenyan smiled: "Rest assured, 100% black, no calories."
He transported Han Yun to the interview venue.
When Chidong saw Han Yun, he wanted to scold him. When he saw Sun Wenyan, he immediately swallowed the scolding words and immediately hung a smile on his face and pointed at the door in front of the corridor, "It's Ah Yun, come on, go in to draw lots."
After he said that, he noticed that Han Yun's aura became somewhat different.
What is this "I am your father" temperament?
Immediately after, he found that Han Yun actually wore a big brand!
'A' goods?
No wonder Chidong thinks so. Once he accidentally saw Han Yun's circle of friends. He knew everything about the Burberry men's shoes with free shipping.
Although he is a small broker, his career has given him a lot of prestige. Even if he can't afford it, he soon realized that the clothes on Han Yun were real and should have been lent by Sun Wenyan.
No wonder.
It turns out people rely on clothes! No wonder Han Yun suddenly seemed to have pulled his temperament several degrees higher, and he still couldn't pull it!
Will you still be in the same shape when you change into kids' clothes later?
In his heart, Han Yun is synonymous with earthy taste. How could he wear fake products all day long? Beneath the pile of vanity is an inferiority complex that can't be concealed— a typical one–handed play.
Han Yun went through the corridor, pushed the door and entered the room to queue for the lottery. There were a lot of people on the scene, both male and female models, although the female models dominated, the quality was very high.
In the model industry, you don't need to have a high face value but, more importantly, the recognition of your face and your temperament. However, as soon as Han Yun pushed the door open, he immediately became the focus of his flock.
footnotes:
¹ taobao is a chinese online shopping website, like alibaba.
² "heiqiao" the internet didn't gave me any info but I think it's a candy...
t/n: hello guys!!! i'm really sorry for the late update!!! i just finished my exams and i'm glad i still managed to pass LOL. anyways, since my exams are done, i have nothing to worry about so i could update twice or thrice a week already! thank you for waiting uwu~
