The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 937 - 934: Sissy

Qin Hao stared at the innocent-looking girl, half-jokingly saying, "Brother Zhao, you say it’s always ugly ducklings who come, but that doesn’t seem right, huh?"

Zhao Qiao wasn’t embarrassed at all, and smiled, "There’s always an exception, little brother. After working for a while, you’ll realize, these figures, they’re no different from normal people. They can only look like that because of makeup."

Qin Hao put on a pseudo-absorbed expression and quickly nodded.

Zhao Qiao sighed again, "That girl is genuinely lovely. In my many years of experience, even without makeup, she’s at this level. If she were to wear makeup, she’d be a Celestial Empress level. Such a pity, such a pity!"

"What pity?"

Qin Hao was a bit puzzled.

Zhao Qiao looked pained and said, "The pity is, no matter how beautiful, she can’t grow. I reckon it won’t be long before Sun Erzu notices and then..."

He stopped mid-sentence, but Qin Hao understood his meaning and felt sorry, "Such an innocent girl, is she really going to be taken advantage of by Sun Erzu?"

As they talked, time ticked over to two thirty.

Zhao Qiao checked his watch, signaled to Qin Hao, took a step forward, and called out to the crowd of young men and women, "Time’s up, you can all come in, but don’t wander off, the designated interview room is on the fifth floor..."

After a brief speech, Zhao Qiao happily announced the start of entry.

Then, a breach was opened in the cordon, and young men and women entered in an orderly manner.

Zhao Qiao stood to the side, scanning the numerous girls with a look of longing.

Every now and then he would stretch his neck, taking a sniff at girls passing by, adding, "So fragrant!"

About ten minutes later, all the young men and women on site had entered the building, leaving the front area empty.

Zhao Qiao walked back, disinterested, and called out, "Little brother Qin Hao..."

Mid-sentence, he froze.

He found that Qin Hao was gone!

"What’s up with that kid, slacking off on the job?"

Zhao Qiao muttered to himself, but had no intention of reporting to the manager.

After all, the kid had just given him a few cigarettes earlier.

...

Qin Hao mingled with the young crowd, entered the elevator, and reached the fifth floor.

Outside the interview room, there was a long bench for resting.

Now, both rows of benches were fully occupied, not to mention the hallway crowded with young people without seats.

The place was filled with various fragrances, a mix of perfume scents.+

Qin Hao didn’t like this scene. The only reason he followed was out of curiosity.

Wearing a security guard uniform made him particularly conspicuous, drawing strange looks from many young people.

What is this security guard doing here?

Qin Hao felt uncomfortable, so he simply took off the guard uniform and stuffed it into the garbage bin nearby.

Anyway, the uniform was borrowed from someone else, so discarding it gave him no guilt.

Without an outer layer, Qin Hao’s solid muscles under his tight vest were instantly exposed.

Several girls’ curious looks turned to fiery admiration, seemingly saying, "Wow, he’s so handsome, I want to feel those muscles!"

"Hmph!"

At this moment, a voice full of sarcasm came from behind Qin Hao.

He turned around and saw a very effeminate man.

This effeminate guy was about 1.7 meters tall, with ten-centimeter platform shoes forcing him into a 1.8-meter ’giant.’

His physique was frail, almost no different from a woman’s. He wore thick foundation, more exaggerated than many girls present, with dramatic eyeliner and fluffy blonde hair, like weeds in a forest.

Qin Hao had never had a good opinion of effeminate guys, especially ones looking at him with disdain.

Just as he was about to respond, the crowd burst into an uproar.

"It’s Jin Daxun!"

"Wow! Is it really SMJ’s Jin Daxun? Am I seeing things?"

"Korean oppa! Is it really you?"

Instantly, girls swarmed towards the effeminate guy like wild boars in heat.

The effeminate guy was full of arrogance, arms crossed in front, looking every bit the proud peacock.

As girls surrounded him, he said, "Don’t crowd me!"

He spoke Mandarin, but it sounded awkward; Qin Hao knew this guy must be Korean.

"Mr. Jin Daxun, can I have your autograph?"

"What about me? I want a picture!"

"Mr. Jin Daxun..."

Accustomed to the crowd, Jin Daxun arrogantly, with a hint of disdain, said, "I don’t have time for you; I’m very busy."

Although it was an insult, to the girls present, it sounded like heavenly music, provoking a series of screams.

Some girls even praised, "Jin Daxun’s straightforward personality is real!"

Qin Hao was stunned by the scene.

Is this the effect of idol worship?

In your eyes, is everything Jin Daxun does a symbol of individuality?

Is his shit also fragrant?

After casually signing autographs for a few girls, Jin Daxun left the crowd and walked up to Qin Hao, furrowing his brow, "What is the meaning of your outfit?"

Qin Hao was puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"

Jin Daxun’s eyebrows twitched excessively and he then shouted angrily, "For such an important interview opportunity, you’re dressed in a vest and slippers? Haven’t even groomed your beard and hair? Are you a savage or planning to be a star?"

He was furious, because to become a big star, he had put in endless hard work.

Starting as a trainee in a small Korean company.

Then wiping out countless young idols to get into a group.

Finally dazzling, but because of the company’s aggressive contract, ended up in cold storage.

Being able to develop in China was all thanks to Huaying’s support.

For him, stars must look the part; appearances are of course fundamental.

Seeing Qin Hao’s casual attire greatly angered him.

Qin Hao felt innocent, never mind I’m not here for an audition, even if I were, what’s it to you if I dress like this?

He realized this effeminate guy had a strong control desire, slightly neurotic.

As he thought about it, whispers erupted around him.

"Oh my, this person is really disgusting!"

"Yeah, wearing a shabby vest is one thing; those slippers are falling apart!"

"Those muscles, clearly built from laboring work, right?"

"Scruffy beard, even messier than my dad’s!"

To many present, Jin Daxun was not just an idol, but a benefactor.

Because the top Huaying artist held considerable sway within the company.

Rumor had it he was gearing up to mentor, grooming a Huaxia idol group.

So in light of such opportunity, siding with Jin Daxun, harshly criticizing Qin Hao was the way to go.

Qin Hao unconsciously squinted, as the chatter outside grew more intense.

Mostly attacks directed at him.

Jin Daxun nodded in satisfaction, then glared angrily at Qin Hao, "Do you understand? Your scruffy clothes are an insult to everyone present! Now, get lost!"