my sister is a supermodel

One of the photographers focused his lens on Roca's face.

Rocca's face is sharp and angular, with a very artistic sense. Appreciating him from the camera, his appearance is even more attractive.

If possible, he would like to take a group of artistic photos for Roca.

Kacha~

The photographer aimed at Roca and pressed the shutter.

Suddenly he noticed a detail - when the new model turned around, he suddenly frowned, and an unnatural expression flashed on his face, as if he was in pain.

But only for a moment, he returned to normal.

The photographer frowned. Sure enough, he was a newcomer, but unexpected situations could not be avoided.

Move every time~

In the passage of more than 300 meters, Roca walked more than 430 steps. In the second half, his steps became heavier, but his body remained motionless.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and walked back to the left passage.

As soon as he returned to the changing room, he staggered and hit several hangers.

There was a loud noise.

Sweat dripped from the fine pores on his forehead.

With a groan, he slowly lay down on the floor to relieve the burden on his lumbar spine.

Just now when he was walking to the front end and doing a twist, there was a click, and a burst of severe pain was transmitted from the lumbar spine to the nerve center. The severe pain destroyed his nerves and almost made him collapse.

He persisted desperately along the way, and now he couldn't take it anymore. He curled up on the floor with his head in his arms, his whole body trembling slightly.

"Rocca, get ready!"

The temporary assistant in charge of changing his clothes urged impatiently.

The temporary assistant was John, who was arranged by the organizer, a white man in his 30s with messy hair.

Roca raised his head and opened his mouth. He wanted to say give up, but the words turned into a hoarse moan:

"I'm coming right now!"

Seeing that his face was too pale, with sweat and tears dripping from his face, John smiled coldly. This man must be a drug addict. He has seen it a lot after working in the show for these years.

John rolled his eyes, took out a pack of powder from his pocket, squatted down and said with a smile, "Two hundred dollars, do you want it?"

Jujube pills?

Roca's eyes lit up. Taking jujube pills can relieve pain. The predecessor often took it because of this. Why don't you use it again, just the last time?

He slowly extended his hand.

There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of John’s mouth. These models looked tall and handsome, with incomparable scenery. In fact, they were drug addicts, homosexuals, and all kinds of eccentricities... this Roca looked healthy and sunny, but I didn’t expect it to be a Sample.

"Roca, take it, you need this, hehe~"

John said softly, just when he thought that another business could be done, Roca withdrew his hand like lightning, as if being pricked by a needle.

"What's the matter, two hundred dollars is not high!"

"I, I don't need this"

Roca gritted his teeth and shook his head stiffly.

Can't touch!

Never touch this product again!

There was a drug addiction in the previous life.

He persisted for more than a month before slowly getting better.

If he finds an excuse to indulge once today, there will be countless times in the future. In the retreat again and again, he can't believe what kind of person he will become.

You don't have to be a model, but you must never touch the product again.

"Humph!"

John lost a chance to earn extra money, so he stood up unhappily, and said coldly, "Then hurry up and go on stage, for breaching the performance contract, the compensation is more than two hundred dollars."

"I see!"

Roca touched the sweat on his face, put his hands on the ground, and stood up awkwardly, his white teeth were stained with blood at some point.

"Rocca, three hundred dollars now, do you want it?"

John looked at him with a playful look, rehab?Hehe, there are a lot of people who are rehabilitated, how many of them are successful?

"I do not need!"

Roca walked slowly while holding on to the hanger.

"It's five hundred now"

John chuckled lightly, he believed that Rocca would give up unnecessary persistence.

Suddenly Roca stopped and looked back at him, his bright black eyes were as dazzling as lightning.

John couldn't help taking half a step back, "What do you want to do?"

"Hehe~"

Roca bared his bloody teeth and said hoarsely, "Do you know, I am actually a god!"

John stood there, staring at his back in a daze. He was tall, stubborn, and strong, standing majestically like a mountain.

'He said he was a god? '

John believed it for a second, then suddenly smiled, "Hey~, you're crazy!"

Soon the second show began.

Roca changed into the second fashion again. The denim jacket on the upper body was unbuttoned, and the clothes were opened, revealing strong muscles. It looked a bit bohemian. The lower body was tight jeans with many metal pieces on the fabric, Brin Brin of.

On stage, amidst the cheerful music, he endured the pain and walked out with the most stubborn steps, letting the breeze caress his chest and abdominal muscles, letting everyone watch and criticize him.

"Hey~, this new face is so strange!"