The beautiful girls were hostile with him. They had been waiting outside for a long time.
Some girls at the end of the line screamed when they saw Qin Guan clearly. They were not ordinary people, but girls participating in a supermodel competition, so they knew all about the fashion circle. That handsome guy was Qin Guan, a rising Asian model in America!
"It's Qin Guan!"
"Oh my! I can't breathe!"
Their screams attracted the attention of everyone around them. Those in the front looked back, eager to get to Qin Guan, but afraid of losing their place in line.
"Excuse me. Let me go!" Qin Guan had underestimated the power of his looks and the craziness of American girls. They were tearing his white shirt apart. To avoid becoming the first judge attacked by the contestants, he shouted loudly, "I am a judge in your first interview! Who wants to fail in the contest?"
The crazy girls came back to their senses. My fate is in the hands of that young man, who looks almost as old as I am. I better flatter him.
Instantly, a small space was formed around Qin Guan. He looked around him proudly. Well done!
He fixed his wrinkled shirt and headed towards the office. A small dark-skinned hand stretched out from the crowd to touch him, but shrank back fast.
Then came a second, a third, a fourth one… A white, a black, a yellow one...
As a master of the runway, Qin Guan pretended nothing had happened. He went through the hallway and walked directly into the office.
As soon as he entered, he saw the hostess and producer of the show, Tyra Banks. The sad expression on the black beauty’s face changed when she saw him.
The team of the show was now complete.
"Let's welcome our latest guest, Qin Guan. He comes from the mysterious country of China."
Banks was smiling sincerely. The selling point of the show was becoming an independent model. Nigel Barker and Jay Alexander also helped form the perfect judge committee.
"Let's judge the girls from the tapes."
Boxes of tapes were set onto the table. Each tape contained a 30-second self-introduction. It would take them two days to finish them all.
"This is so-so."
"Only eight quotas? Shall we consider race?"
As the other three judges were talking, Qin Guan turned on all four TVs in the office and stuffed the tapes into them one by one. They all played at the same time.
"Hi, everyone, I’m from Florida..."
"Hello, friends! I come from California..."
"I’m a Texan..."
In 30 seconds, the videos came to an end. The other judges were stunned.
Qin Guan pointed to one of them. "The girl on the fourth screen is pretty good. We can set her aside for the second round of selection."
Nobody answered him. Qin Guan looked at them and saw three open mouths.
Jay couldn’t help but ask, "Are you kidding? You make decisions too easily. It's impossible to watch four videos at the same time."
Even Nigel, who was the calmest one, couldn’t help but admit that.
Facing the disapproving expression in their eyes, Qin Guan explained leisurely, his cool tone feeling just like a smoothie in June.
"The first girl is from Florida. She is 19 years old and 175 centimeters tall. Her hips are too wide, and she has an ordinary face and a skinny figure. Her blonde, curly hair makes her face look darker. She is not up to our standards. Besides, she is not that interested in fashion. No potential there. Two stars."
"The second girl is African American. She has a pretty face, but her hips are also too wide. That’s a disadvantage. She is also only 170 centimeters tall and overweight. She is not up to our standards. Two stars for personal condition and three stars for potential."
"The third one..."
"The last one is the best based on the tapes, but other factors, such as one’s walk, sense of camera, exhibiting ability and keenness to learn about fashion cannot be exhibited in 30 seconds."
His voice made the others feel drunk. They saw bamboos and felt a soft spring breeze. Wait! Something strange was happening!
You can memorize the basic information of four models in 30 seconds?
Jay, who was a straightforward man, asked him the question everyone was thinking about. "You can memorize all of them in 30 seconds? How can you do that? It's difficult for me to even watch one tape at a time!"
The beautiful girls were hostile with him. They had been waiting outside for a long time.
Some girls at the end of the line screamed when they saw Qin Guan clearly. They were not ordinary people, but girls participating in a supermodel competition, so they knew all about the fashion circle. That handsome guy was Qin Guan, a rising Asian model in America!
"It's Qin Guan!"
"Oh my! I can't breathe!"
Their screams attracted the attention of everyone around them. Those in the front looked back, eager to get to Qin Guan, but afraid of losing their place in line.
"Excuse me. Let me go!" Qin Guan had underestimated the power of his looks and the craziness of American girls. They were tearing his white shirt apart. To avoid becoming the first judge attacked by the contestants, he shouted loudly, "I am a judge in your first interview! Who wants to fail in the contest?"
The crazy girls came back to their senses. My fate is in the hands of that young man, who looks almost as old as I am. I better flatter him.
Instantly, a small space was formed around Qin Guan. He looked around him proudly. Well done!
He fixed his wrinkled shirt and headed towards the office. A small dark-skinned hand stretched out from the crowd to touch him, but shrank back fast.
Then came a second, a third, a fourth one… A white, a black, a yellow one...
As a master of the runway, Qin Guan pretended nothing had happened. He went through the hallway and walked directly into the office.
As soon as he entered, he saw the hostess and producer of the show, Tyra Banks. The sad expression on the black beauty’s face changed when she saw him.
The team of the show was now complete.
"Let's welcome our latest guest, Qin Guan. He comes from the mysterious country of China."
Banks was smiling sincerely. The selling point of the show was becoming an independent model. Nigel Barker and Jay Alexander also helped form the perfect judge committee.
"Let's judge the girls from the tapes."
Boxes of tapes were set onto the table. Each tape contained a 30-second self-introduction. It would take them two days to finish them all.
"This is so-so."
"Only eight quotas? Shall we consider race?"
As the other three judges were talking, Qin Guan turned on all four TVs in the office and stuffed the tapes into them one by one. They all played at the same time.
"Hi, everyone, I’m from Florida..."
"Hello, friends! I come from California..."
"I’m a Texan..."
In 30 seconds, the videos came to an end. The other judges were stunned.
Qin Guan pointed to one of them. "The girl on the fourth screen is pretty good. We can set her aside for the second round of selection."
Nobody answered him. Qin Guan looked at them and saw three open mouths.
Jay couldn’t help but ask, "Are you kidding? You make decisions too easily. It's impossible to watch four videos at the same time."
Even Nigel, who was the calmest one, couldn’t help but admit that.
Facing the disapproving expression in their eyes, Qin Guan explained leisurely, his cool tone feeling just like a smoothie in June.
"The first girl is from Florida. She is 19 years old and 175 centimeters tall. Her hips are too wide, and she has an ordinary face and a skinny figure. Her blonde, curly hair makes her face look darker. She is not up to our standards. Besides, she is not that interested in fashion. No potential there. Two stars."
"The second girl is African American. She has a pretty face, but her hips are also too wide. That’s a disadvantage. She is also only 170 centimeters tall and overweight. She is not up to our standards. Two stars for personal condition and three stars for potential."
"The third one..."
"The last one is the best based on the tapes, but other factors, such as one’s walk, sense of camera, exhibiting ability and keenness to learn about fashion cannot be exhibited in 30 seconds."
His voice made the others feel drunk. They saw bamboos and felt a soft spring breeze. Wait! Something strange was happening!
You can memorize the basic information of four models in 30 seconds?
Jay, who was a straightforward man, asked him the question everyone was thinking about. "You can memorize all of them in 30 seconds? How can you do that? It's difficult for me to even watch one tape at a time!"
