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 realize something.

He didn’t understand, was the National Teacher that unpopular?

While changing clothes at the fastest speed, Han Yun looked into the darkness with his eyes.

In the locker room, everyone was shouting: “Oh! The phone is in the locker, which person has a mobile phone, turn on the flashlight!”

With such a level of noise, Han Yun quietly said, “Master?”

When Han Yun didn’t call him Master, he called him Ai Qing to express his courtesy.

The man gave a soft hum in his ear and Han Yun touch the sound source. When he grabbed his hand, its temperature was warm.

Han Yun felt at ease, a little warmer inside, and looked at the darkness: “Have you been around me all the time?”

In modern society, he’s no longer the king of the past, and he claims that he should be completely replaced.

But in Han Yun’s heart, there was no change in his relationship with Fu Yuan, even if…… he poisoned him.

He remembered that he couldn’t run far with the original owner as if there was a centripetal force involved in him, and once he walked far, he would encounter an invisible barrier. He guessed, “Can’t you leave me?”

There was too much noise in the locker room, and no one heard him whisper.

Fu Yuan reached out his hand to touch his head. Han Yun hurriedly ducked his head to avoid him, but he let him feel it. He said, “Your Majesty can’t leave the minister.”

“Nonsense, I…” Before he finished speaking, he heard someone outside calling his number loudly: “121, Han Yun, 100…”

Han Yun quickly got up, but he couldn’t see 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 leading 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, he was not afraid. At this moment, he only had a joy far beyond the “knowledge of his hometown.” Finally, someone could accompany him to talk, and he no longer had to talk to the big black dog at home anymore.

He was crying with joy; it was stupid to talk to a dog.

As soon as they got to the door, Han Yun asked him, “Are you coming back tonight? Can’t you see the light? Like vampires or something.”

Fu Yuan replied briefly: “I’ll come back in the evening.”

With a laugh, Han Yun stepped into another bright studio, and Fu Yuan disappeared like smoke.

The photographer is a young man with a slight fat and long hair, who was looking down to adjust his camera. Seeing Han Yun come in, he looked up and analyzed him a few more.

It’s rare to see such a handsome male model.

It’s probably because he dressed too little, and Han Yun was a bit shy. The photographer saw many of them today, about half of the “Typhoon T” contest were newcomers who had never been to it before, and the other half was selected by modeling companies or modeling schools around the world.

And Han Yun now looks like a real new man, young but gorgeous. Not only is his face so recognizable, but his temperament is also impressive. He’s shy and uneasy, but at the same time he also has an imposing streak, and he’s a very slim, well-proportioned figure with wide shoulders, narrow hips and long legs, which is also a strong figure among models.

The photographer said with a smile: “Don’t be nervous, stand here,” he pointed, “you don’t have to pose, just stand straight.”

The photo-taking was like a physical examination. The defects and advantages of the model’s body appearance were stored in the camera and fed back to the judges, so that the judges could have a more intuitive data when they’re watching the show.

The Han Yun stands against a gray background.

The photographer crouched slightly: “Look at my camera.”

Han Yun looked over the camera.

He was still a little nervous, because he had never experienced it before, as he comforted himself in his heart, he thought that it was good to treat these people as servants in the palace. It’s no big deal.

It’s just a full-length photograph, so just a few flashes, and it’s over Han Yun had responded.

“Well,” said the photographer, “go back to change clothes from here, then go to the room over there for an interview, and then wait in the waiting room.”

Han Yun changed his clothes. The reason why the show team did not distribute uniform clothes was because half of the 200 finalists will be eliminated directly.

The competitors’ own clothes are also a very important part, so they’re especially allowed to wear their own clothes in the selection of shows.

As soon as Han Yun put on his clothes, he was calm at once, and then the staff took him into another small room. The room was really small. It could only accommodate two people sitting at the same time. There was a camera and a 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 member closed the door from the outside.

The screen lit up, and the first question came out: “Have you ever been a model, does your family support it?”

Han Yun answered them one by one according to memory. The program group seems to like to explore the privacy of the competitors. There were so many family-related questions on the screen that if the players who were familiar with the show’s operating pattern, they would know that this was the best time to sell. The show team needs to talk about the topic, knowing that the audience likes watching them, so the worse the better. Han Yun replied as he recalled, but he did not want to reveal too much of the tragic past, so his answers were very brief.

Then he remembered that the original owner’s father seemed to have cancer and wanted 500,000.

The original owner wanted to compete for the championship, that’s why.

“Who do you think is going to be promoted to the top? Do you see a strong enemy?”

“This… I didn’t pay attention.”

“Why did you enter the competition?”

Han Yun said, “Because there’s a half-million bonus…” someone is waiting for this 500,000.

He frowned slightly, his heart a little bit sour, perhaps because the consciousness of his memory is 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 looks like this is a rich kid who grew up in a greenhouse. All our competitors in the competition are people who don’t spit on their bones. He’s going to be bullied.”

“However, it’s a subject.”

Models that look so beautiful are too rare, most of them go to the entertainment circle. Stories that are neither sad nor tight, the rich set up is enough to appeal.

Later, Han Yun waited for a while and entered the studio in sequence.

The studio’s not a stage. There’s no auditorium. A ten-meter-long T stage is in front of four judges.

Han Yun saw Song Lin, and his dark hair still made Han Yun particularly envious.

In addition to Song Lin, the three remaining judges were fairly heavyweight. A female model was also a well-known supermodel, who had gone through three major fashion weeks. There’s also a Singapore Chinese-American show director who has directed Moschino’s show; the remaining designer, a high-end custom-made clothing designer for big-name stars, that are often lined up at foreign film festivals to ask him to design their red-carpet clothes, this designer is also a very well-known internet gambler with millions of fans.

Compared to various model selection competitions in China, this year’s “Typhoon T” can be regarded as the most professional competition in Asia.

Early publicity was also in place, buying a number of search engine portal home page recommendations, attracting a lot of people to sign up.

Before Han Yun went up, the judges should have had pictures of Han Yun in his underwear in their hands. But perhaps for internet reason, there was only one vague silhouette, and when they looked at the big picture, the words that were being loaded would appear on the screen.

The signal went wrong.

Even the director’s voice could not be heard in the ear, the judges didn’t know what was going on: “What’s going on with this network! Even the competitors’ photos can’t be seen!”

A judge walked off the panel and asked: “When will the network be good?”

The staff went back and asked: “It seems that there’s something wrong with the cable. It’s being repaired now. “

“How long will it take?”

“Yes, we can’t delay the game, there are more than 80 players in the back.”

“Forget it, let’s look at the information first. I have the information here. I just cached it. His name is Han Yun. He’s a model sent by Moss. “

The hard photos posted on Han Yun’s application were also cached.

“Hey, this model has been on the cover of Poetry?”

When Han Yun joined the industry three years ago, he did shoot the cover of the girly version of “Fashion Poetry”, the country’s most sold magazine.

“It’s still three years ago, but isn’t this too much. How can a boy’s skin be so elegant and handsome, the mix-and-play scene is already on fire.”

Another judge laughed, “Teenage Girl Edition. It’s all over the cover. It’s a pretty boy with red lips and white teeth.”

Song Lin didn’t say that he knew the competitor and said, “Let the player come in first, so we can see if his lips are red and his teeth are white.”

He didn’t see the photos of Han Yun undressing, so he was a bit sad. He planned to wait for a while and download and save a copy.

Han Yun came in and saw Song Lin, his expression didn’t change, but the judges present gathered their thoughts together: “It’s really red and white.”

“It looks the same on hard photo, but it’s changed a lot.”

Because Han Yun was sent by the model company, there were instructions on the data to give the best 50, so after a few minutes of fake performances, the judges voted him to be shortlisted.

The traffic was getting much worse during the rush hour.

Back home, it’s already seven in the evening.

Han Yun didn’t even care to feed the dog. He turned off the lights and pulled the curtains as soon as he entered the door. The room was immediately darkened, but it was not completely dark as the curtains radiated a bit of light.

Han Yun sat on the sofa and he could see the contours of the room. He thought with satisfaction that this time he could finally see the national teacher. Their two meetings were dark, and it was scary to hear that his voice was invisible.

He whispered: “It’s dark, Master Fu, are you… still there?”

Soon, Han Yun found… the room was covered with black gas at a speed visible to the naked eye, and plunged into darkness with no fingers to reach.

chapter 12

The author has something to say:

Han Yun: …

National Teacher: I’ll turn on the lights when my horns are gone.