MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 27

The votes were made public three days before the vote, and in the next three days, the show crew concealed the votes received by the players and unveiled the votes on Thursday.

The player with the highest number of votes can be directly promoted, and the second and third can be awarded points according to a certain weight.

Luo Yusen seemed to have a premonition that he would be eliminated. He stood in the second row and kept staring at Han Yun's back with a dark look. Han Yun's hair was longer, and he had a small pigtail in the back of his head. No Manage the bangs on the forehead.

He was uncomfortable staring at Luo Yusen, and turned his head: "Don't stare at my hair, it will fall out."

He didn't worry about being eliminated. He didn't lack the prize money for the match, so promotion was optional for him. Just before the elimination, he wanted to step down Luo Yusen.

Mengmeng, who was standing next to Han Yun, was playing drums in her heart. Her strength wasn't strong at all. Among a group of one-eight-seven-eight models, she had just one-meter-seven, relying on her luck and mode experience to the present.

Lin Meng asked the players to go up one by one. This time, twenty to fourteen, six people will be eliminated. In fact, in the comment section, you can almost see who the program group wants to keep and who to eliminate.

If the judges say, "You are worse week by week, I do n’t know if I should let you stay." "This photo is really terrible. It looks like a robot ..." You are placed in the danger zone.

"Han Yun." Lin Meng called on the sofa beside the judges.

"Did you go to the three spots you photographed last week at your university in Beijing?"

Han Yun shook his head and thought back, "I was always busy during college."

"Busy to study?"

"In class, doing part-time work, I have been a model for three years ..."

Lin Meng laughed, "I remember you. I saw you when I was hosting, and I felt like I've seen it before. You look so memorable. Then I remembered that it was the cover male model of a romance novel magazine. I forgot what I wrote, just remember that the model was handsome. "

On the side of the huge screen, the cover photo of Han Yun's former youth pain novel appeared in a timely manner.

On a sunny and hot summer day, beside the roadside fence, there are beautiful Japanese boys riding bicycles and wearing headphones.

The photos are beautiful, and the young boy is also very handsome, but if you look at all the photos he has taken, it is the same feeling. Therefore, only the cover of this romance periodical can be photographed, which also causes the original owner to stay in place for three years.

Guan Mengyuan glanced at the photos, and then looked back at the Han Yun in front of me. I don't know why. The older Han Yun in front of him looks a little more youthful than the photos, and on the surface, he looks like Changes occur with age, but temperament is very different.

"The picture of you reminds me of my senior crush in high school, but I can't remember what my senior looks like. This seems to be a picture you took when you were eighteen years old, right?"

Han Yun couldn't remember, the memories in his head were intermittent.

Guan Mengyuan: "Let's look at the hard photos you took last week and compare them."

The screen showed the hard photo of Han Yun in the Forbidden City.

Song Lin said: "A group of three hard photos were put on the official website, and we only selected the one we thought was your best."

The Singaporean Chinese guide sitting on the second left shook his head: "How did I choose this one? I think the other one is better." His full name is difficult to pronounce, so everyone called his abbreviated teacher.

"Both of them are good. Hugo prefers this one because he watched it. I heard that the photographer took it in two minutes?"

Still insisted and refused to give in. When he was filming last week, he was a director and judge at Gong's Mansion, so he also looked at Han Yun, and the photographer finished shooting. He also helped the photographer to pick the photos. He liked the typhoon of Han Yun and he walked. Temperament, added to his own eyes.

If this group of models were to show in front of him, then he would recognize Han Yun at a glance. He likes such a madness with a restrained temperament, which makes him stand out from all the players.

Because of his persistence, Guan Mengyuan showed helplessness: "I also think that the picture of Xunqu Garden is very good, but Hugo insisted, I will give up, now the teacher you too ... forget it, put three Let me show you all the hard photos, or we won't wait for the comments, and the three of us will quarrel. "

Guan Mengyuan turned his head: "Mr. Yin, the three of us all have their own opinions. Which of the three photos is better. Please pick it. Only you haven't commented yet."

Teacher Yin in her mouth is a designer who seems to be out of touch with the aesthetic and fashion circles of the judges. She is a haute couture designer who specializes in entertainment stars. She laughs at herself as superficial and only likes to look good. She thinks that as long as her face is beautiful, Even if it is high-level, no matter how ugly the design is, as long as good-looking people wear it, it is fashionable.

The audience ’s favorite judge is this teacher Yin, who has no reason for it, just because Teacher Yin likes to rate the face of the player in the photo every time he reviews, and also likes to ask the player: "This photo How would you rate yourself? "

Many players estimate very conservatively: "Seven o'clock ..."

Teacher Yin always shook her head: "I give you six points. This photo is not my appetite."

In fact, it is the player's appearance that dislikes his appetite.

Once asked Han Yun: "How do you rate yourself?"

"very."

Teacher Yin would say with appreciation: "I also think it is very much."

The two were like singing a double reed. The players standing behind did not even have the strength to spit.

Some viewers liked her very much: "Ms. Yin is so pure and unpretentious, I am also Yan Gou!"

Some hate her, and think it's amazing that she let the players score this move.

This time when I saw the four judges talking on the spot arguing which hard photo is better, the atmosphere of the remaining players instantly became strange. They all knew that the best hard photo this week was mostly taken away by Han Yun. .

Hard photos were selected.

Han Yun wore a moon white gown. The literati costume was not obtrusive on him. The hard shot was an interior scene. The dim light penetrated through the gap in the window. The furniture is distressed after modern production. This courtyard is also a small humble courtyard in the Forbidden City Museum. Many props in it are brought by the show team.

For example, the writing brushes on the hands of Han Yun, the pen holders on the table, and rice paper are all props borrowed from the crew.

Although it is a prop, the effect is not bad.

The judges gave a high evaluation: "Restored a true ancient sense, and dragged us into that dynasty. When I saw this hard photo a few days ago, I was very amazed. I dreamed of this cute boy in the photo at night ... If I don't compare the hard photos of other players, I would still think it is the credit of the props. "

In fact, it is due to the credit.

——Everyone has a sense of disobedience in this shooting, but after all, it is not a photo shoot, and it is innocuous.

Guan Mengyuan: "Compared to the pictures you took at the age of eighteen, the temperament has been sharpened and formed a unique style."

The next player listened numbly: "Okay! We know it looks good! Know that he is excellent! Can you stop exaggerating!"

The review was recorded for more than four hours. Luo Yusen was eliminated and Mengmeng was eliminated.

Mengmeng was crying terribly. She was well-connected and comforted her, saying that she would invite her to dinner after the recording was finished.

At the end of the recording, Lin Meng announced: "The fourteen players who have stayed, congratulations, you can continue to compete for" T Typhoon Cloud ". Starting next week, you will move to the show group villa. This week, You need to pack up your own luggage for the new schedule. "

After that, the players discussed where to eat.

"Let's eat buffet, it's more convenient ..."

"I know a private house dish that has good craftsmanship. It's only about four hundred per person. I'm calling now to ask if there are any seats available."

Han Yun didn't intend to go. Mengmeng let him go: "Brother Yun, thank you for helping me that day. Come on, I treat you."

Stuttering also said, "After eating, we make, and make health care ..."

"... big health?"

He stammered to his ear and secretly told Han Yunda what health care was.

"Good job, don't, don't ..."

As soon as Han Yun heard his face turned green, "I spend money for a man to **** me?"

"You only like, let, let the family do it?"

Han Yun didn't respond at first, but he spoke slowly and stuttered. What does it mean to just let the family do it?

Stuttering said: "Green is green, more and more refreshing." He finished, and unfortunately patted Han Yun's shoulder, "Forget it, I won't take you."

Han Yuntie blushed: "I'm not a **** guy." Not only isn't it, but he's still a virgin to this day!

Who would believe me if I went out?

Stuttering didn't believe it, but he didn't argue with him. He spoke slowly, but couldn't argue with him.

In the evening, Han Yun sent a text message to Fu Yuan, saying that he would go home for dinner later.

Fu Yuan was sometimes busy, and Han Yun didn't know what he was doing, as if he was doing various false certificates and identity for himself.

After dinner, a group of people talked about going to the bar, and the model industry often had to party and expand their connections. Han Yun didn't want to go. As a result, several girls stood next to his car, all eager to take his car. He also said, "We decided to guess!" Passers-by looked at him with envy, envy and hate.

Han Yun had an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, and eventually went to the bar with them, but he never touched wine, but only drank.

What he didn't know was that the drinks here were also alcoholic, and they tasted like fruit juices, and were drunk accidentally.

When a girl talks, he will be patient to chat with others. Once he has reached the point where he wants to sleep, Han Yun will wake up like a dream and refuse others.

He unknowingly drank too much, and he didn't know that he had been soaked with wine, and thought it was so lively that he was too excited, and his brain was a little dizzy.

The stammered next to him, watching him keep talking with the girls, the girls talked, he also took care of them, some girls were bold, kissed him, he would hide behind his face, and refused to leave with them alone.

Stuttered over, "Dare you say, aren't you gay?"

Han Yun was a little soft, leaning on the card holder, his eyes a little drunk and confused: "Of course I dare to say it! I am not!"

He remained awake.

At this time, the side began to play the truth-telling adventure game, Mengmeng came to pull Han Yun over.

They want to play, so they dare not play very openly. At most, the big adventure is to find a stranger for the phone.

The truth is fierce, asking questions like the first.

As soon as I heard such a question, Han Yun was very dangerous. Fortunately, he didn't ask himself! Otherwise, this virginity will be exposed.

Han Yun was lucky and didn't transfer to him after playing a few games.

When he turned to him, Han Yun thought he would rather ask a stranger for a phone call than answer the first such question: "I choose ... Great adventure."

"In this way, call a contact in your mobile phone to confess that you like him, and let us choose the contact person. You open the phone address book and open the hands-free phone."

In the Korean mobile phone, there are not many contacts, including Fu Yuan, the broker, Guoguo, and several known models, as well as the phone at home.

He is willing to gamble to lose and open the address book.

A female model saw "Ai Qing" he remarked to Fu Yuan, and laughed, "What is this Ai Qing, don't you call it really that name? Hahaha, Han Yun, don't you have a throne at home to inherit? , Then this. "

Someone directly dialed the number for him.

Han Yun also thinks that this game is nothing, anyway, the other party is Fu Yuan, Fu Yuan also knows that he is playing outside, and he will send a text message to explain it to him.

The call was connected, maybe there was some noise here, and Fu Yuan noticed something. He didn't say anything, didn't call him Han Yun.

Han Yun said "Hey" in a drunken tone: "Mysterious, can you hear me?"

An opposite hum, Han Yun said without a hint, "I like you."

Knowing what game the other party was playing, Fu Yuan was silent for a while, and said, "I like you too. Stop drinking, I'll come and pick you up."

Han Yun turned off the hands-free, signaled them to continue playing, and walked away with their mobile phones: "I just drank ... juice."

"The juice in the bar also has alcohol."

"I didn't drink it. You knew it before you drank it?" Han Yun laughed a few times and said, "Then how do you come to pick me up? You have ... you can't see anyone."

Han Yun said: "You wait for me, I'll end it later, and I'll come back by myself."

He never thought that Fu Yuan would really come.

When Fu Yuan really appeared, the bar's dim lights became more dim, and became a black and white depressing color. The models playing the dice game stopped for a moment, looking at the handsome tall man wearing a slightly strange beret, without any damage to his handsome.

Having been in this circle for a long time, Rao is what you have seen as a handsome guy, and you have to admit it, the one-handed man pulled Han Yun up and grabbed him and said, "I'll take you home." The man is Which is superb.

At first, everyone would laugh at this situation, but I do n’t know if the atmosphere was suddenly suppressed. Those players who played with the Han Yun did not dare to say a word, and did not even dare to look at the men more. The sense of oppression on his body was really It's too heavy.

When Han Yun saw him, he was a little confused: "What about the horns?" Fu Yuan said nothing, his face sinking like water almost holding him away, and Han Yun didn't mean to leave. "Where did Horn go ...?"

Fu Yuan shoved him into the car with a somber face. The little emperor loved to play. He knew that, in this more entertaining world, he could naturally play more crazy.

Han Yun sat in the co-pilot and couldn't find anyone. When Fu Yuan came from the driver's seat, he grabbed Fu Yuan's arm, amber eyes looked at him, and his cheeks drank red: "I want angle……"

Fu Yuan leaned over and fastened his seatbelt close to him: "Your Majesty, don't make trouble."

In the end, Han Yun found the hat on his head and stared for a few seconds. He suddenly touched the hat across the hat, and then smiled, his eyes were so bright that Chan Ruo Xing said, "Master Fu, Master Fu, you actually hid the horn in Here it is. "