Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Ouyang Fen held a small pink brush and a rare expression of embarrassment appeared on his tough face

"I... I didn't brush the back of others..." Like a child who was punished for doing something wrong.

Qin watched Ouyang Fen like this, and even had no idea of ​​putting on gas, patiently instructed: "Yes, tap, brush from top to bottom, yes, brush red?...It’s okay, so brush clean...um. ...Oh...comfortable."

Brother, can we not call it that way? Look at the models around you, look at your eyes, and after Ouyang Fen brushes Qin Guan's back clean, he feels particularly capable.

You see how clean Qin Guan's smooth back is. It's such a success that he wiped his back for the first time since childhood.

Ouyang Fen took another look at the pink brush in his hand. Sure enough, pink is his lucky color. Should I save it in the second box of his pink collection?

Thinking of this, Ouyang Fen happily ran out of the flushing room and put a small pink brush into his bag.

When Qin Guan changed into a swimsuit and walked out of the bathroom, she was sprayed by Xue in the background!

"This boy Ouyang Fen was deliberate! Look at these three blood paths! You are waiting! See if I don't catch him."

Qin Guan hurriedly stopped the excited Sister Xue, pointing at her swimming trunks, and said: "Look at the scars and the swimming trunks are quite suitable, the effect is quack."

Sister Xue looked at the key parts of Qin Guan, and a **** scratch was printed on the front and back ends of the swimming trunks, which seemed quite wild and sexy.

Together with the scratches on the back of Qin Guan, they complement each other and make people think.

Sister Xue saw such a match and patted Qin Guan's back desperately, and said excitedly: "Good boy, there is you, there is thinking, there is consciousness!"

Qin Guan was happy. Was this not a careless act?

When thinking of this, Ouyang Fen, who first played, has already stepped down. When he looked at Qin Guan, he still hesitated to put his head away. It's just an accident to brush your back, our relationship is still very poor, the young man will one day step you down.

Qin Guancan laughed, stepped on the beat of the music and walked onto the T stage. When he approached the jury, the judges blew up the nest.

"Look at this model's figure, with this face. Top class"

"Yeah, I am impressed with this model... Well, all of them are champions in the division, and the first in the national semi-finals...

"Good grades.. The conditions are indeed good, and the typhoon is also very stable. How old are you?"

"Nineteenth, there is potential, 186cm, and it can be trembling again. It's no problem if you can push it to the world at 188cm.."

The judges were talking about it, Qin Guan turned and walked back, and the judges took a closer look and were even more excited!

"Look at this model..., look at his back!"

"!!! How did this model think, bold, look at his swimming trunks, and the red marks on his back, complement each other."

"This model is very smart. Although he has scratches on his back, there are no scars, no blood marks, no harm to his body...first-class mind" (Judge Brother, you think too much, it really looks like you must not want to know, you trust me)

"It feels like it's coming up. Do you feel like you're watching a European theme show? This model has added color to herself."

"This is a good idea, maybe in the future swimsuit display, can we also learn from it?"

When Qin Guan walked down the stage steadily and entered the backcourt, several judges were still not satisfied with what he saw.

Sister Xue saw Qin Guan back in the background, and in the eyes of envy and jealousy, handed clothes to Qin Guan and cheered up: "There is only one last trembling, Qin Guan is holding back."

The last group of competitions is a hard photo competition, which is to test the overall quality of the model. Not only the show must go well, but also the pose of the photos must be beautiful.

Because the model who likes to collaborate most in each photo contest must be someone who has a strong sense of lens and knows how to cooperate

The models walked forward step by step, and the accompanying photographers of the contest captured a photo and compared the photos of all the models in a unified manner.

‘Kacha Kacha’, several cameras sounded at the same time, the flashing lights, along with the model’s pace, bloomed a unique rhythm.

When all the participating models stood in the venue, the photographer snapped a photo of the crowd, and the players in this game could retire and wait for the result.

Dozens of people talking quietly or pacing anxiously after the show added tension to the atmosphere.

The judges in front of the stage kept moving their wrists and discussing, and filled in a final score for the players.

When the assistant handed the score sheet to the host, the host spit out the final result of the contest in coordination with the rhythm of the music.

Ouyang Fen subconsciously looked at Qin Guan, and saw that the kid Rong Chong was not surprised, even chewing bubble gum leisurely!

What the hell! Still thinking about eating at this moment! Brother, is it a big bubble gum? I also want to eat... pink, strawberry flavor...

"The winner of the championship is the metropolitan area where everyone hopes, Qin Guan!!"

The results finally waited, the players hugged and said goodbye, and the judges’ teachers were around for many people, model assistants, and brokers, who came forward to take out their business cards, trying to set up close, to get one or two for their models Opportunities.

As the lucky winner of this competition, in addition to the shooting benefits of the grassland in the division, Qin Guan and Ouyang Fen also got an interview with a small tofu block in the Duo Fashion News.

As a niche local paper media, in the new face contest, there were two players in the competition area at the same time. This news made the reporters excited.

The national finals champion and runner-up of this competition are also the champions and runner-ups of both divisions.

How dramatic, the two came together, supported each other, fought together, overcome the difficulties together, and defeated the players in other regions.

The little reporter was passionate, and then looked at the two people on the chair. Ouyang Fen on the right had a distorted expression, holding two awards, gritted his teeth, and Qin Guan on the left picked up a trophy and placed it casually on the table in front of him. Helplessly said: "Hey, a lot of trophies, can't get it."

The little reporter instantly felt that his head wasn't too bright. Looking at the scene before him, what was going on with the two of them?

Qin Guan's move naturally aroused Ouyang Fen's resistance. He stood up and shouted: "Your boy!"

Before finishing the second sentence, Qin Guan pointed to the reporter, and Ouyang faltered and fell.

The little reporter smiled embarrassedly, let’s hurry up and finish the interview. Anyway, it’s a dozen words of tofu. The relationship between the two is so tense.

The little reporter automatically made up for the grudges and grudges of the two off-courts. After asking a few basic information, he picked up a small book and quickly slipped away.

The remaining uncle Ouyang Fen, under the drag of his cousin, shouted: I will come back again! ...Leaving his foe who loves and hates.

Qin Guan put the certificate trophy into his big bag and hummed into Xue's car.

Back at school, Xue Xue also stuffed Qin Guan with a thick envelope before she got off the bus, and said a particularly pleasant sentence to him: "Have the prize money for this contest."

After finishing speaking, in a roundabout, a little smoke came out of the little Lada's butt, and left happily.

Qin Guan was so excited. He was carrying a big bag and carrying a kraft paper bag with money. He climbed upstairs in three and two steps and rushed into the dormitory.

Qin Guan threw the backpack on his body, opened the paper bag excitedly, and a stack of hundred-dollar bills spread across the bed.