The twelve people now have no names during training time, from one to the twelve.

It is always pleasing toward no one, but An Hao has been struggling for a minute. In the eyes of others, she nodded and said that she was after carefully observing the models from 1st to 12th.

After a rough exam, An Hao also had some foundation in his heart for these twelve people.

After the teacher in the next class came in, An Hao and Yan Ting retreated decisively.

Returning to Yan Ting's office, An Hao put Dunun on the small carpet on the ground while protecting him from falling to the ground. He turned around and told Yan Ting, who was sitting on the sand and pouring water to drink.

"Not mentioning the model's figure, the height requirement can be lowered."

Yan Ting immediately frowned, "But in international practice, not to mention top models that are less than 178, even those second and third-tier models can get at least 175 or above."

An Hao brought it back to Dun Dun, the little duck who was accidentally thrown away by him, shook his head and retorted: "Sister Yan, you said it too, this is an international practice. I don't deny that the models at the top international shows now have the highest standards for height, but in our Huazhou, it is still easy to find girls above 175 who meet the standards. But it is not an exaggeration to say that they are rare if you have an oriental temperament and can express oriental charm. This is unfair to girls whose height is just not up to the requirements."

After An Hao said this, Yan Ting held the water in his mouth for a while before he could remember to swallow it.

She remembered that when she was in the audition, several of the girls who came with dreams on the scene were very consistent with An Hao's temperament. If she lost, she lost because she was not tall enough.

At that time, she felt very sorry, but she was still cruel and cruel and did not leave anyone behind.

Now that I think about it carefully, is her current concept also limited by her own inherent thinking?

Who said that only tall people can walk on the runway?

This idea suddenly appeared in my mind, and then suddenly exploded.

Yan Ting suddenly sat up from the sand, his eyes that looked cold and sharp would have a bit of a slight ray. He turned to look at Qiu Yi who was sorting out the documents at the desk, "Xiao Yi, go find out the video from the audition for me, connect it to the projector, and play it from scratch."

Her voice was a little louder. Dundu, who was holding a small train and pushing it, heard the sound and looked up suddenly. Who knew that the movement was too fierce. He had just learned to sit, so he lay back.

An Hao held Dun Dun's back quickly with his eyes and hands. The little guy in shock looked at An Hao Mengmeng again, as if he was having fun. He started to fall backwards at any time, waiting for An Hao to help him up.

The cute laughter successfully made the originally serious office atmosphere relax again.

When the audition screen appeared on the projection screen, coupled with the sound from the sound next to it, Dundu's attention was diverted again.

An Hao originally wanted to coax the person to sleep before watching, but took Dun Dun's little look with interest. Even when the music appeared, he even changed his mind and hugged him and watched it together.

Yan Ting liked Dunun's quiet and uninteresting little look, so he touched Dunun's head with a slightly curled hat, "Be good!"

"At that time, I chose a Chinese villa in Luo'ancheng. The registration time was two months. The audition took another month. The total number of applicants was more than 10,000. However, in the first round of basic information, I brushed nearly half of the cultural literacy, body shape, platform, etc., and then I brushed it up one by one, from the twelfth to the twelfth."

Yan Ting said that after a series of preparations just now, the projector has officially reached the stage of assessing the candidates for the audition.

An Hao looked at it for a while and summarized the first one.

That is, those who can enter the stage of the projected model, and their heights are above 175 without exception.

Because time is too tight, Yan Ting asked Qiu Yi to set the fast forward mode, and only pauses when it is safe to stop and changes to normal playback.

So although there are many videos, it seems to be very fast.

What’s rare is that Dundu looks very serious. Yan Ting looked at him and looked at the big screen. He couldn’t help but want to tease him, “Dundu, do you like the sisters above?”

An Hao couldn't help but glar at Yan Ting, who was so naughty, "Sister Yan, don't teach the children badly."

When it fell on the video being played, my eyes paused.

"Stop it."

Qiu Yi had been holding the remote control all the time, and pressed it down when he heard the sound of the good condition.

Yan Ting also turned his head and looked at the projection screen. After seeing the person above clearly, his eyes narrowed, "It's her!"

An Hao was a little surprised, "Sister Yan still remembers this girl?"

Yan Ting nodded, "This little girl impressed me quite deeply." She said this, she couldn't help but smile, "An An, do you know why I am deeply impressed by her? When this little girl came to participate in the audition, she was wearing a blue cloth clothes, a large willow-woven backpack on her back, and holding our propaganda newspaper in her hand. The first thing she asked after she arrived here was, can she get paid in advance? But this little girl is really good in shape,

Flexible and plastic, but she is only 172 in height. The person in charge of the audition was originally going to reject the person directly. I happened to pass by. I felt that this little girl was inexplicably intimately, and made an exception to let her enter the next selection. But when she walked on the stage, I realized that this girl was born with no music. Although the steps were not standard, she was still as impressive as she walked. But with the music, the rhythm was completely messy. In this way, I could only let her leave."

An Hao listened to Yan Ting and was also watching the video of the girl in blue walking on the Taiwan walk.

Now it’s really the same as Yan Ting said. He left well when he practiced before he went on stage. When he got on stage, he walked with music together and was so terrible.

It can be said that there are two people on stage and off stage.

Yan Ting thought An Hao had decided to give up when she got here, but who knew that An Hao would ask her for basic information in the next second.

Although she was a little confused, she still asked Qiu Yi to find it out.

A4's standard paper, with a face with a clean and clear face in the upper left corner, and the girded corner of the mouth makes a subconscious word ring.

Fresh.

The blue slanted top with a slanted cloaked top below the neck and above the chest, and the round buttons on it were simple and elegant, which made An Hao look carefully for a while.

The table next to it contains basic information such as name, age, family address, contact information, etc. It can be seen that this was written in a hurry on the scene. The somewhat messy handwriting is not like the gracefulness of my daughter's house, but has a little more sharp taste.

This should be a girl with a strong temperament. After scanning the handwriting, An Hao looked for it.

Fu Qi, 23 years old, Changliu Village, Changqin Town, Changshui District, Changqing City.

Chang Liu, An Hao recited this address silently in his heart.

It vaguely matched a place in my mind.

Then go to the specialties column below.

"Hard strength, walk fast."

Yan Ting also looked around and couldn't help laughing.

"This is really straightforward."

She had seen before either knowing how to play concerts, dances, and paintings, or even writing on it, such as dressing up and matching clothes. This was the first time she had written her specialties so fresh and refined.

"What, An An, are you interested in this little girl named Fu Qi?"

An Hao didn't deny it, and nodded simply.

"But her step..."

"Then let's cultivate a sense of music first."

An Hao folded the paper, but did not hand it back to Qiu Yi, but naturally stuffed it into his pocket.

Yan Ting opened her mouth and said nothing.

"Does An An have great confidence in her?"

"That's right." An Hao nodded thoughtfully, "I have a premonition that if she is given this opportunity, she will likely stand to a new height."

Yan Ting admitted that he was a little shocked about An Hao's comment and couldn't help but pour the video back and watch it carefully.

After watching this time, she was silent for a while.

As can be seen from the video, this little girl named Fu Qi has never had the concept of a model. Although her face looked very calm, she was observing the movements of people around her almost every minute and every second, and her ears were standing up from beginning to end, listening to everything around her. Even practicing walking on the stage in the audience, she didn't know how to walk from the beginning. She also walked in a good manner after seeing other people's contacts, and she had a little more unique momentum than others.

When she officially came on stage, she watched Fu Qi walk on the stage step in the music, and the other party paused for a moment at the beginning. From another perspective, she found that perhaps it was not that she thought the other party had no musical feeling, but that her understanding of the rhythm of the music was essentially different from theirs.

This time, when Yan Ting asked Qiu Yi to turn off the speaker halfway, she suddenly realized that Fu Qi shouldn't be walking around randomly, she used her own rhythm.

Unlike most other players who simply pursue the skills of pursuing the pedal steps, Yan Ting was surprised to find that Fu Zi's pedal steps had a shadow of his own style for the first time.

"Xiaoyi, go and call Brother Fu Qi again and ask if the other party is willing to come to participate in modeling training. If she asks about the advance salary, she can agree."

Before Qiu Yi could figure out why his boss changed his mind, he looked at An in confusion and went out to call.

An Hao felt that his hands holding Dun Dun was a little sore, so he simply shouted in the direction of the stroller: "Dahuang, come here."

The stroller parked in the corner of the room gave a soft and mechanical sound, "Receive it!" I came over slowly.

Yan Ting: "·······Dundun's stroller?"

An Hao said to Dahuang again: "Change it to the seat mode." Then he put Dun Dun in and explained to Yan Ting, "The full name of this stroller is a full-smart stroller. It has many functions. It was developed by Asheng's company, but it has not been listed yet. Sister Yan, you want to be interested. I'll ask Asheng if he can ask another one."

Yan Ting couldn't help but touch it. Only then did he realize that his subordinates were not the metal material he thought he had just thought, but a material that was very elastic and tough like rubber. Even if the baby in the stroller accidentally encountered it, there would be no problem of collision.

"A stranger touched rhubarb. Whether to use the click mode? Please make a choice within three seconds. No choice within three seconds. The default choice is selected."

Yan Ting let go of his hand when he was shot.

Although her curiosity not only keeps diminishing but also shows signs of rising, she doesn't want to experience the so-called electric shock mode at all.

"It feels very good. However," Yan Ting looked at An Hao, his expression a little hard to describe, "An An Why do you call it Dahuang?"

This made her call out the yellow Chinese pastoral dog raised by her great-grandmother's house when she was a child, and she also had the name of rhubarb.

An Hao has been criticized for this name several times.

At that time, the stroller was just delivered, only one number of ‘oo1’. At that time, A Sheng asked her to name it. An Hao saw that the stroller was bright yellow, so he joked that it was called Dahuang. Who knew that he had just said that the name of Dahuang was defaulted by the stroller's intelligent system, and it was the kind that could not be changed unless the car was completely damaged.

It's really funny.

When I talked to Yan Ting about this reason, I was also laughed without surprise. An Good Habit naturally ordered Dahuang to take out the toys in the storage room, and reached out to take the remote control that Qiu Yi placed on the table, and activated to continue playing. Seeing that Yan Ting was still smiling from ear to ear, I couldn't help but say, "Sister Yan, if you smile, you will not have a stroller, and there is also the recently newly developed smart butler."

Yan Ting hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, coughed a few times and a strong curiosity flashed in his eyes: "What is the smart little butler?"

An Hao's eyes remained close to the projection screen. To be honest, she didn't know much, but she just heard A Sheng say this, "It's literal."

Before Yan Ting could figure out what the literal meaning meant, Qiu Yi pushed the door in, but his expression was not very good. "Boss, that Miss Fu probably won't come for the time being."

Yan Ting subconsciously frowned, "Is there any reason for saying it?"

"I didn't say it specifically, but I heard that Miss Fu seems to be very busy. It should be because she was stuck with something."

Yan Ting looked back and saw that he was safe.

"When the night, I'll call you over and ask."

Far away in Changliu Village, a hundred miles away, Fu Qi took out pig grass and went home. He passed by the big locust tree at the entrance of the village and was stopped by an aunt who had the soles of the shoe.

"Xiao Li, is your mother a little better?"

"I've improved my aunt."

After a quick reply, Fu Zi waved his hand and left, his fingers tightened the warm cell phone in his pocket.

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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