thought about what kind of modeling you want to do? Is it Fashion? Commercial? Editorial?"
Qin Xinyu's face lit up at the question. "I'm not sure yet. What do you think would be best for me to do?" He was just a teenager and knew too little about the entire career chain, he only knew he had looks.
"Well, you've got the height and bone structure for high fashion," Twilight mused, studying him critically with a professional eye. "But you also have that boy-next-door quality that works really well for commercial campaigns. Maybe we start with some test shoots, build a portfolio, and see what endorsements will respond."
"That sounds good," he agreed eagerly.
Minghao, who had been quietly looking out the window, suddenly spoke up. "Will you still have time for school and homework? Modeling seems like it would take a lot of time."
It was a practical question, very much in character for the serious young girl.
