number one supermodel

"Although this training camp is not an elimination system, there is only one person who can get rewards and all-round recommended packages. You will conduct a series of competitions, and the photos you take will be graded by professional judges and will also be placed on the The official website accepts ratings from the audience. After seven weeks, the one with the highest total score will be the champion, and he will take away all these rewards." Keanu smiled and said slowly, but his face suddenly sank after finishing speaking: "I I don't want you to come to this training camp with the attitude that it doesn't matter as long as you have exposure. This is not a place for you to play and play, you have to treat it as a battlefield. Do your best to defeat your opponent. You know, no matter what industry you are in , People who are not self-motivated are unlikely to achieve any great achievements."

"If there is no doubt, then everyone get on the bus. It must be very hard for you to travel long distances to New York. I think you will like the big bed in the model house." In an instant, the expression on Keanu's face returned to the original one. , gently as if the dark clouds just now were just an illusion of everyone.

At this time, a staff member ran to Gaine and whispered a few words in his ear, then Gaine frowned and took a few steps forward, shouting loudly.

"Is Cesare Porto, Cesare Porto here? Let me know when you arrive. Cesare?"

Gainey repeated this sentence several times, but none of the male models stood up and responded.

"Oh, I'm afraid this kid is late." Bakdi, who was fiddling with the miniature camera in his hand, smiled kindly.Guinee glared at him, and Bucky shrugged with a playful smile and stopped talking.Gainey turned to look at Keanu.Keanu looked at his watch.

"Okay, then wait for him for another 10 minutes. If he doesn't come after 10 minutes, we will leave first. Being late is a very ungentlemanly and rude behavior, and Mr. Porto should be punished for this behavior."

At this time, Mi Le had already put on the Heichao again. He subconsciously turned his head to look at the street, and seemed to hear the violent roar of the car engine. Two minutes later, a bright red convertible sports car twisted in an S shape and sped all the way.Mi Le even saw dust flying under the tires of the car when the emergency brake came to a stop in front of the assembly ground.The first to be exposed to everyone's sight was a beauty with flaming red lips. She seemed to be still blaming the driver for her hair messed up by the wind, but the expression on her face was coquettish and sweet.Then a young boy stepped out of the car, who definitely didn't look over 2 years old.He was wearing a loose and comfortable bright yellow base layer, with a yellow and black plaid suit jacket over it.Two-tier skinny bloomers in dark blue looked chic and edgy with lacquered gold platform lace-up shoes.He was holding a certain black baseball hat in his hand, and when he got out of the car, he pulled his messy blonde hair behind his head, and then put the hat on his head.

He yelled something in French at the beautiful woman in the car, and walked towards this side with an expression of impatience.

As he got closer, Mi Le found that he had a wanton and wicked face.Slanting eyebrows, high eyes, straight nose, thin lips.

He walked a few steps closer, and a series of piercing sirens suddenly came from the street intersection. Not long after, a row of traffic police motorcycles stopped behind the red sports car in a very impressive manner.When Mi Le saw that the boy seemed to say something, he ran back with wide eyes.Don't even think about it, you know it shouldn't be a good word.

He took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and slapped it on the chest of the traffic policeman who was issuing the ticket, and the boy walked this way again with arrogance and arrogance.When passing by Mi Le, Mi Le could still smell the strong scent of men's perfume on his body.

This should be that Cesare Porto, the rich second generation from France.He looks like an arrogant, arrogant little kid.

"Hey, what kind of expression do you guys have? Why, don't you welcome me? I arrived in that broken car after several rounds of policemen. Aren't you all moved?"

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"Oh, Cesare, you are so great!" Aiden said strangely, making the atmosphere of the scene even more embarrassing.Cesare glared at Aiden angrily, and almost rolled up his sleeves for a fight.

"Cesare Porto? Well, my boy, you are welcome not to come after we are gone. Well, well, my gentlemen. Now that everyone is here, get to the models before lunch." Come home." Keanu came out in time to smooth things over.

The male models got together in twos and threes and got into the car with the three instructors.

When Mi Le got on the bus door, he happened to be walking alongside Cesare, and the arrogant brat pushed Mi Le backward when he bumped into his shoulder.Standing on the steps, he looked back at Mi Le triumphantly.

"It's really childish." Mi Le murmured softly, ignored this boring provocation, and got into the car as if nothing had happened.

The seats in the luxury bus are not arranged in rows like ordinary buses, but two rows of extra-long black backless sofas are placed side by side with the iron sheets on both sides of the bus, and several light-colored square tables are fixed on the aisle.

Models sat sporadically on long sofas.

After finding a random seat and sitting down, Mi Le pulled down the brim of his hat and leaned against the car body with his eyes closed.

Suddenly feeling the seat next to him sag, Mi Le slowly opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a piece of fabric with black and yellow checks.Then he passed away suspiciously.

Cesare Porto?There are so many empty places, why come to him.

"What to watch, I have the right to choose where to sit, you don't care."

Mi Le pressed the brim of his hat speechlessly, thinking that he was really stupid to want to have a serious conversation with this person.It's just that Mi Le didn't want to talk, but he didn't expect Cesare to start chattering and couldn't stop.

"I know you've been staring at me just now! Don't deny it, I noticed it!"

"Do you think I'm particularly handsome when I'm driving?"

"Those stupid American policemen still want to arrest me, it's so naive."

Cesare was so eloquent, it was too different from his arrogant and evil face.Most of the men in the car tried not to make too much noise even if they were having a good conversation, but Cesare, his voice almost filled the whole street.Mi Le, who was forced to become Cesare's audience, felt ashamed.

"Hey, are you listening!"

"what……"

Mi Le came back to realize that Cesare was glaring at him angrily.Looking at him from such a close distance, Mi Le could clearly see that Cesare had a pair of magnificent purple-blue eyes, as if he could see the vast lavender sea in Provence from these eyes.

The bus stopped slowly at this time, and Gaine at the front called everyone to get off the bus.Seeing Cesare rushing out angrily, Mi Le suddenly felt a little sorry.

When getting out of the car with his bag, Mi Le noticed that Adrian, who was walking in front of him and a few people away from him, seemed to glance at him.Although it was a bit strange, Mi Le didn't take it too seriously.

After getting out of the car door, Mi Le was uncontrollably overwhelmed by the magnificent garden castle in front of him.Others also showed fascination.

Gothic castle, towering and thin pillar-style tall buildings, sharp and gorgeous spires.There is a sense of mystery, sadness and nobility everywhere.

The gentleman in a black suit standing in front of the hollowed-out carved door made everyone dare not act rashly.

"Welcome, dear gentlemen." Mr. Helmut Wallenstein stood there calmly, with a natural aura.No one will ignore him.

Not only Mi Le, but other male models also wondered why ABC's boss came to this place.Even if it's his family's show, you don't have to appear in person.

Keanu waved his hands and went forward to hug Wallenstein intimately, and then explained to everyone: "This castle was donated by Mr. Wallenstein as a lodging place for free. It was never open to the public before. The magnetic card in your hand is The pass, without the magnetic card, the gates of the castle will not be opened for you. Please keep it carefully."

There were boos of admiration among the men.But Mi Le heard Cesare's small cold snort.

Mr. Wallenstein did not make too many stops.He just came here to show his face, and silently warned these unscrupulous men not to do some boring things in the castle.After he left, the models followed the mentor into the castle.

"Very well, I am very glad that nothing unpleasant happened between you along the way, which is very good. Now you have officially settled in the model house, and the room, to be honest, this castle is so big, it is absolutely impossible to accommodate twelve of you More than enough. But, after all, this is Mr. Wallenstein's private house, so it's better not to trespass in places that are too private. We have carefully selected a few places, and all you have to do is to draw lots." Keanu blinked Blinking, revealing the old urchin's smile.

———Drawing lots

"My God, why did I get a triple room! I don't want to sleep with these muscular guys, they have exhibitionism!" This is the honest Polish Poliviev.

"Oh, who is my brother and my roommate, you have won the jackpot!" Antonio waved the note as if to seduce the girl.

"I don't want a single room, I'm claustrophobic, help me. Morris, I want to change with you!" Poor Aiden looked sad.

"Hahaha, yes, Aiden. You could actually move over and sleep in my bed."

"roll!"

"It's too bad why there is no option for a study room."

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Mi Le raised his eyebrows and was speechless, because the note he drew was written - attic.

Fortunately, someone had his luck with him, and unfortunately, that person happened to be Cesare.

"Merdealors, why is there such a thing as an attic!"

Oh ok ok ok.Mi Le didn't have the extravagance to fantasize about having a gentle roommate, at least he wouldn't live in the attic alone.

Perhaps God couldn't bear to let Mi Le endure Cesare alone, and the third person in the attic joined the camp honorably.

When Mi Le saw that beautiful West German man Adrian shaking the note in his hand and showing him a face of "I can't help it", Mi Le really wanted to say, God, are you kidding? yes.