MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 66

The schedule of the interview is very tight. There are countless models to register and run for the Fashion Week interview. It takes half a day to wait for the job. After one day, there are at most two interviews. Most of them can only complete one.

After the two interviews on the first day, Han Yun went to a half-day class again. Lyon said, "When I registered you above, I used your Chinese name Pinyin. You are now in the European and American fashion circles and still can afford it. A simple and easy-to-remember English name will do. "

Although Han Yun has read some English books these days, sometimes he has simple conversation exercises with Mengmeng, and sometimes with Fu Yuan. Although Fu Yuan is an ancient man like him, the biggest difference between him and him is IQ, and Fu Yuan has lived abroad for so many years, proficient in many foreign languages, making Han Yun envious.

His English proficiency was not high, and his vocabulary was not sufficient. Lyon proposed a few upon seeing this: "Alan? Alexander? Jack? Tom?"

Han Yun bowed his head and thought for a while, and suddenly thought of a good one, slightly raised his lips and smiled, "I decided, called kg."

Lyon's gray-blue eyes swirled on his confident face: "Well, this is a good name, and it is easy to remember ..." kg in English means king, king, not a very common name, which makes Leon feel that Is this Asian model a little too confident?

Why does the company hold him like this, saying that he has a good foundation, but in fact it is not good enough to let the company's resources lean on him?

Lyon really couldn't figure it out.

In this way, Han Yun took the name "kg" and went to the remaining few fashion week interviews.

In the interview show, in addition to the brand's design director, designer, and show director, there are also some fashion bloggers and magazine editors who use their own fashion visibility privileges.

They were allowed to enter the backstage of the interview show, but they were not allowed to take pictures, and they were not allowed to report details of the clothes before the opening of Fashion Week.

As an interview model, bala requires that the model can only go in alone-the language barrier is the biggest obstacle for the Korean Games.

Before Han Yun got out of the car, Mengmeng was still anxious for him: "What to do, yesterday, the two brands let you bring in a makeup artist, this bala, because you are a fashion industry giant, just bullying people ..."

The Balmain brand is not as well known as Louis Vuitton and Hermes, but in fact, the brand founded during the Second World War was the name of the French fashion brand giant and the founder, Mr. Pierre Balmain, Representing a unique understanding of elegance, this high fashion brand is very popular with movie stars and even royal nobles.

The six brands interviewed by the Korean Games are well-known, including the emerging street brand igalle, and also the Balenciaga's leading brands in the fashion industry. But Leon, the show director who taught Han Yun, carefully looked at his face and said: "You have a classic temperament. Balmain is the best brand for you. You may be their royal model."

Mengmeng is a translator for Han Yun, and she remembered everything Lyon said. Now Balmain would not let her follow Han Yun, how would she translate for Han Yun? How does Han Yun interview?

She was anxious, and Han Yun was also worried. Since she did it, she must do her best and try to eat this ticket for a year. If he can become Balmain's royal model, he won't have to be too busy in the interview this year, and he won't have to waste time on the interview. And the brand and the brand, the news is interoperable, Han Yun's fame hit out, no worries that no good job came to the door.

Mengmeng sighed: "Lyon said Balmain is particularly suitable for you. Unfortunately, it seems that this interview is going to be yellow."

"Let's go in and try ..." Just as Han Yun was helpless, a voice suddenly came to his mind.

He raised his head sharply, staring in amazement at Fu Yuan—how did Fu Yuan's voice come into his mind? Then, he took a quick look at Mengmeng and found that Mengmeng had not heard anything at all, and turned his head to stare at the entrance of the interview.

Seeing what he thought, Fu Yuan touched the back of his hand: "Don't be afraid, everything has me."

Han Yun's mind was settled suddenly, but he couldn't help feeling a little flustered. Fu Yuan could pass the sound into his ears. Is it possible that he could not read the mind? Is n’t that all secrets gone? He pursed his lips, looked up at Fu Yuan, and Mengmeng suddenly cried, "Oh, Han, it's almost time, you go in and interview, no matter what, you have to try!"

Balmain's interview show was set up as early as two months ago. After Han Yun changed into the backstage holding the work card given to him by the company, he saw a lot of unrelated people and so on.

Some are already well-known supermodels, some are well-known fashion bloggers, and some fashion editors ...

They not only love to make fun at Fashion Week, they don't even miss the interview. They want to come in and take a look at what Fallman's autumn and winter design looks like this year. But to their disappointment, none of the backstage was the fashion of the Fashion Week conference, but a uniform black uniform, the same for men and women, some like the winding Greek Shimashin of ancient Greece.

Moreover, not only did not see the design ahead of time, it was a feast for the eyes, and it did not see the rumored Balmain brand spent 3 million euros to build a luxury show.

This show, which was specially prepared for this year's Fashion Week, is right next to it, but no one is allowed to enter, and it is obscured by the silk.

Han Yun is not the only Asian model. He entered the country and started looking for his compatriots because of the language problem. Soon, he found Asian faces.

He walked towards the other party quickly and asked, "Are you Chinese?"

The other party apparently couldn't understand, showing a somewhat confused expression, Fu Yuan said in his mind, "This is a Korean."

"How do you know he's Korean?" Han Yun thought in his mind, Fu Yuan didn't answer, which slightly relaxed Han Yun. Fu Yuan should only be able to observe what he saw through his eyes, also He can pass sounds into his ears without being noticed by anyone, but he cannot read the mind, and he does not know what he thinks.

With Fu Yuan's help, Han Yun ranked smoothly and received the clothes.

It was very clever to follow other models, find the men's locker room, and change into clothes.

Male and female models are interviewed separately, and the men's and women's shows are two very different shows.

Han Yun changed into this body. He was full of ancient Greek style, full of wrinkles, but he could just show the defect of the figure. He went out of the dressing room.

The clothes are very beautiful, but can easily expose the model's body defects, revealing arms, and even most of the legs.

The air conditioner was not very full so it was a bit cold.

After Han Yun went out, it was discovered that all the male models were as thin as a wood, and despite being thin, they still had muscles on their bodies. It can be seen that these models have put a lot of effort to maintain their figure.

At this moment, Han Yun really found something ... he seems to be inferior to these professional models. He is indeed slightly stronger than others. After all, the clothes are just right for others, and they are even loose. The tight gap, such an obvious gap, will inevitably make Han Yun a little bit worried.

In fact, he didn't feel fat at all. A handsome guy, OK? He verbally said that he wanted to lose weight, but it wasn't actually implemented. He was still unrestrained when eating.

Now he finally understands why Lyon said he was out of shape.

After going out, Han Yun was lined up. A red-haired female staff member quickly rushed to the black number plate on the male model's waist.

There is no companion here. Han Yun considers himself not a field fright, but the people around him are not from the same country. They each speak their own words, some speak French and some speak English.

He didn't understand the language at all. Although he had a translator on hand and the translator was amazing, it still made him feel a bit out of place.

He especially wanted Fu Yuan to say a few more words, but in order to not disturb him, Fu Yuan would interpret it for him except for the important content, and would not speak at all.

Soon, Han Yun lined up for the interview.

Models interviewed at another smaller venue. This temporary show is much simpler. The craft style decoration of clear water concrete, in a simple and open space, the catwalk is a black carpet about 20 meters long.

There are two rows of silver high-back chairs neatly arranged in the venue, and several long black long tables are docked together. There are many videographers, brand designers, show directors ... as well as their assistants, the brand's staff are there, and some are fashion bloggers and magazine editors who come to watch.

When they looked down, most of them spoke French.

The model next to Han Yun was whispering, and Fu Yuan translated in a timely manner: "They said that the man sitting in that position wearing a dark gold suit was the design director. In fact, only so many people have a clapper. Right of speech, whether other people recognize you or not, as long as he nods and ticks your number, you will be successful in the interview. "

Groups of models walked around the black carpet in the shape of a zigzag, and finally stood in a row in the middle at an equal distance. All of these models are plain-looking, none of them are makeup.

Everyone outside the black carpet lowered their heads and wrote something on the paper.

The atmosphere was a little serious, with someone saying: "It's like this every year. Hundreds of models come and only forty can stay."

"In Balman's show, a total of 53 models were needed, of which 15 were already settled. They were either world supermodels or their royal models. Didn't you just notice that several? "

Han Yun ’s knowledge in this area is not enough. If you let Mengmeng come in, you will probably scream, because even the models standing in the field for interviews, most of them are already well-known male models. special.

Platinum blond hair, blond hair, brown hair ... all hair colors and pupil colors, can be called a visual feast.

Soon, a group of models went on, and no one knew who had left. Then, in the group of Han Yun, twenty male models lined up, one meter apart from each other, around the zigzag. The black runway walked around and stopped again. Among so many tall and handsome models, Han Yun is Asian and is uniquely positioned to take the lead to make people notice at first glance. Moreover, his runway temperament is quite extraordinary, very distinctive, and pace It's very big, with a look of coldness, a feeling of self-exaltation.

Twenty models did not even take a minute to complete a lap, but within a minute, more than half of the people who looked at Han Yun looked at him with many eyes.

"He's slightly fatter."

"But don't feel beautiful."

According to the process, they stand for a while and let people finish the assessment. This is not the same as a job interview, and there is no need to answer questions or anything.

Unexpectedly, the design director in a dark gold suit suddenly looked up from his mobile phone and asked, "Who is 'kg'?"

The word kg is a less common name, so for a moment, the models present thought the director was asking: "Who is the king among you?"

Is it so straightforward ... is it possible, is there a new test? Test the model for self-confidence?

As a result, two-thirds of the twenty male models raised their hands in unison.

Han Yuncai's English name was not very suitable for him. Seeing so many people raising their hands, he followed suit. At this moment, Fu Yuan reminded him in his mind: "This is your English name, he is calling you."

The director frowned: "So many of you are called 'kg'?"

He just received a message from Luke Modeling Company. Luke recommended a model named kg for him, but he didn't tell him which one he just said, but the other person had dark hair and a charming pair of amber. Colored eyes.

Luke said: "His people are very similar to his name, which coincides with your brand idea. I believe you can recognize it as long as you see it."

Black hair, amber eyes, these features sound like a Westerner.

One model took the lead: "Mr. Benjamin, there is no doubt that I am the 'kg'." This model is called Knight, the most famous and richest among the twenty, in the circle, Qualifications are everything, so he said that there was no objection.

Benjamin, also the new design director of Balmain, glanced sharply at the brown-haired male model, carefully discriminated the opponent's pupil color, and slaps the pen in the table on the table with some discomfort: "No, you aren't," he said impatiently, smirking. "I'm asking you, who's the name 'kg'! Don't you all have the same name?"

I heard that he has a weird temper, and after taking a brand as big as Balman, he has been looking for his own muse, but he has not found the right one.

For a moment, no one dared to speak at all, and put his hands down, without knowing what he meant.

Han Yun Shi Shiran said: "Sir, I think the kg you are looking for should be me."

The models on the side all thought he was crazy.

Knight smiled mockingly.

Han Yun's English is not really good, and Fu Yuan reminded him in his mind that he would just follow the original instructions, otherwise such a sentence would probably stump him. Even so, there are still big problems with his pronunciation.

Benjamin looked at him-in fact, he had noticed the oriental model, and the other's catwalk posture was indeed memorable, and no one could ignore it. It was only then that he thought that the Orientals were black hair and black eyes, and didn't think about him. At this time, I took a closer look, and it turned out to be black and amber eyes, and the forehead was blocked by curls. There was a western depth between the eyebrows and western exquisiteness. The body had a kind of elegant and elegant temperament and a natural appearance. Noble, because of his hairstyle, like a little prince in a European country.

Benjamin stared at him seriously for a few seconds, seeming to see what magic he had. Twenty models in front of him were all familiar faces of Fashion Week. This oriental model had never appeared in his memory at all. This means that the other party is unknown.

What exactly made Luke respect him so much?

He couldn't think of killing him. This oriental model invested 50 million U.S. dollars in Luke's company to get such an award ...

The model interviewing him next to him was very surprised, he couldn't help but turned and looked at him curiously.

It ’s different from the common Asian models, but it ’s nothing special.

At the end, Director Benjamin explained meaningfully: "I will contact you."

It is rumored that Benjamin is gay.

Even after leaving the interview circle, there are still many people who are unwilling to whisper, they can't talk small, and they have no scruples, and some are hard to hear: "Mr. Benjamin is after him, right now It's popular to keep an oriental person as a lover and take it out to a party or banquet to show off. "

The voice was loud, and Han Yun clearly heard it. As a result, Han Yun couldn't understand it ... Where would they care? He looked as usual, and changed out of clothes and left the interview room.

I don't know how many people are behind him, I don't know him yet, so he started to arrange his eyes without one's eyes.

"I don't know him at all, and he's not a supermodel. I don't care to talk to him. He's so envious!"

"I went to Igalle's interview show yesterday and saw him. Who is this Asian model born out of nowhere?"

"Nate had dared to hit Knight's face before he even spoke? You heard him not saying a word, haha, laugh at me."

"Finded it! I found it on dc online!"

"A model on dc? What line? Which country!"

"——Cut, it's just a fifth line. Why do you get Director Benjamin's other treatment?"

Han Yun just went out and found snow again outside.

This snow has been there all the time, but after a while of snow, stop for a while, there is a lot of goose feather snow, just watching romance, walking in the cold snow, the cold snowflakes fell on his face, nothing except cold.

Han Yun was interviewing in it just now, and he wore so little that he was cold. So when he came out, when he came into contact with the cold wind and snow, he sneezed.

The car stopped at the side of the road, and before Han Yun went down the stairs, Fu Yuan got out of the car with an umbrella. He was wearing a long black coat and strode up with a black umbrella. He was taller and longer than the interview hall. Those male models who entered also made people look sideways.

Han Yun put his hands in his pockets and stood quietly on the stairs waiting for him. The snowflakes fell gently. He had a kind of quiet feeling in his heart.

As soon as Fu Yuan came over, the umbrella covered the snowflakes. He reached into Han Yun's pocket very naturally and held his hand: "Is it cold?"

Han Yun nodded: "It's cold."

As soon as I got on the car, Mengmeng in the front seat asked anxiously, "How are you, Brother Han? What did you meet? Did you succeed?"

"Hmm ... it should be considered a success." Because of a language problem, Han Yun only knew that he was favored by the design director, but he didn't know that many people were attacking him.

The modelling industry is very cruel. There are actually stories that are unknown to the big brothers at first glance. There are actually many, but very few people think that this kind of thing will happen to them. But in fact, they need to work hard. In order to stand on those beautiful and expensive catwalks. Some people can achieve success without any effort. Such people are, of course, jealous.

Fortunately, Han Yun had no idea what he was being talked about.

The car was warm, and Han Yun's face was a little frosty. He reached out and unbuttoned Fu Yuan's buttons, his arms and heads got into his hands, his hands were around his waist, his head was resting on his fiery chest, and a sigh was satisfied, his head He stunned him: "Baby, you're a sloppy baby jacket."

Mengmeng originally planned to ask specific things. When he looked at him like this, he coquettishly behaved with a domineering presidential tone. He was still immersed in role-playing. When he was an emperor, he didn't want to speak for an instant.

Fu Yuan warmed him tenderly, and pinched his frosty jade white auricles with his fingers, pinching him tighter and softer in color: "Are you warmer?"

Han Yun smelled his good smell and shook his head in his arms: "Not warm or not, hold on for a while!"

Hearing his name for Han Yun, Mengmeng turned to look at the dreamy Paris snow scene outside the window, secretly saying: Another crazy one.