"There's no helping it!" Jenny said with a smug smile. "My good friend came to visit me yesterday, you see!"
The three of them playfully bickered as they started their daily routine. Today, Jenny planned to take a day off to cheer on her good sister, good bestie, and good ally.
After a hasty breakfast, the three grabbed their prepared items and drove straight to Parsons School of Design. After parking, they went directly to the press conference venue in the first conference room on the fifth floor.
Hannah secretly peeked inside from the doorway, finding it already filled with fashion celebrities invited by the school and alumni who had already made a name for themselves in the fashion world.
"Oh my god! I'm a little nervous..." Hannah, with her keen eyes, spotted several big names in the fashion industry, which made her, who was originally full of confidence, feel nervous.
"Believe me, baby, you're the best!" Raj comforted Hannah, who was tightly holding his hand, gently patting her trembling hand. "Relax, take a deep breath, you can do it!"
"You can definitely do it, Hannah!" Jenny took out a pre-prepared energy drink and handed it to Hannah: "Here, take a sip of water and relax."
Hannah took the water, drank a mouthful, and then took a few deep breaths, feeling a little better. Turning to Jenny, she said, "Then we'll go backstage to prepare! Jenny, you can take the invitation and go straight in from here!"
"Okay! Good luck!" Jenny nodded, watching the two enter through the small door on the other side, then took out the invitation Hannah had given her and walked in.
"Hannah, why are you so late? Where are your prepared works? Who is he?"
As soon as the two entered, a tall, middle-aged woman rushed over, firing off a barrage of questions like a machine gun.
"This is the model I found, and also my boyfriend, Raj!" Hannah said, introducing Raj: "This is my mentor, Professor Meredith!"
"Hello, nice to meet you!"
"Hello to you too, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Excuse me, I have some things to say to Hannah, come with me for a moment!" Meredith said, pulling Hannah to the side and whispering, "He's Indian? Don't you know that there's simply no place for Hua country people in the international modeling world? Although he looks handsome, I really doubt whether he can interpret your design style!"
"Trust me, mentor. He definitely can... You'll be amazed!" Hannah said decisively, "Because my design is tailor-made for him, no one else can wear that charm."
"Just that sunglasses guy?" Meredith covered her forehead. "Oh god... I really hope you haven't gone crazy!"
"Yes, mentor!" Hannah said with a confident smile, "You're only questioning him now because you don't yet know his true charm...!"
"Okay, if you insist!" Meredith helplessly gave up trying to persuade Hannah. "I hope you won't regret it later!"
"I will definitely win!" Hannah said confidently, waving a small fist.
"Hopefully!" Meredith had completely given up trying to persuade this student who seemed to be completely blinded by love, took out a lot and handed a sign to Hannah, saying, "You weren't here just now, so I drew lots for you, number twenty-seven!"
"Oh, that's a terrible number..." After complaining, Hannah thought it over. She believed that no matter what number it was, her boyfriend would definitely be the brightest star in the entire venue.
"I'm very, very sorry about this, Hannah!" Meredith was very guilty. Twenty-seven was a middle number. In a sports game, it would be garbage time. If you can't be better than those in front, you'll only make the audience feel bored. People's attention is limited, and it's impossible to fully concentrate on enjoying a show.
There will always be some slack in the middle, and the last one is generally the finale, which is usually undertaken by the most famous designers and the most famous models. In that case, who would care about the models and designers who appear in the middle?
"It doesn't matter!" Hannah smiled slightly. "Let me show you my secret weapon!" Saying that, Hannah waved and pulled her boyfriend Raj over. "Honey, I'll allow you to take off your sunglasses today!"
"Are you sure?" Raj was really annoyed by the women who came to flirt with him when he didn't wear sunglasses. Now he was completely used to wearing sunglasses when he went out, just like a superstar.
"I'm sure!" Hannah said, standing on tiptoe and personally taking off Raj's sunglasses.
"Oh, my god!" Meredith stared blankly, her eyes wide open. The handsome face in front of her was so enchanting that she couldn't breathe. "I... I already regret it... Hannah, you should have put him last!"
"Okay, mentor, I'm going backstage to prepare!" Hannah said, taking Raj's hand and walking towards the men's dressing room.
"I think this show has been ruined!" Meredith murmured, slowly recovering as Raj left.
Pulling Raj away, Hannah whispered in his ear: "Today I'll allow you to show that devilish smile of yours on the T stage, and unleash your charm, honey!"
"Are you sure it won't cause trouble?" Raj was a little scared of his own captivating smile, which was a bit strange.
"Trust me, honey, nothing will happen!" Hannah was actually holding her breath, she didn't mind being looked down upon, but she couldn't stand her beloved being looked down upon.
"Okay!" Raj nodded helplessly.
A big show is about to begin——————
Tom Hopkins is the head of the market department of IMG, the most famous modeling agency in the United States, responsible for the European market. Originally, his colleague Hans, who was responsible for the domestic market, should have come to Parsons School of Design to attend this press conference held by the freshmen, but unfortunately, he had something else to do, so he replaced him here to attend this show.
In his heart, he couldn't find a reason to come here at all. After all, in his opinion, it was just the first cry of a group of novice designers who had just entered the fashion world. What was there to discover? But he didn't dare not come.
There was no way, as the number one design school in the world, Parsons' graduates were all over the fashion world. It could be said that in the fashion world, it was a behemoth hidden in the dark. Many world-renowned designers were graduates of Parsons College, and its tentacles spread to every corner of the fashion world.
And these brokerage companies that relied on luxury endorsements and fashion designers for food could only honestly accept the invitation to cheer for these fledgling lads.
Just now, he also saw his French counterparts, the business director of VIVA and the administrative director of ETITE. The three of them smiled at each other sympathetically. Although they were competitors outside, they were just a pair of poor worms here.
As the lights dimmed, this show hosted by Parsons School of Design for its freshmen began.
As one model after another appeared, Tom became more and more sure of his idea. This was completely a big show for Parsons School of Design to show its students its huge network of relationships and cultivate its students' sense of pride and identity in their school.
Monotonous colors, trendy styles, completely without their own spirituality. In Tom's view, the whole show was just a means for the fashion world to please Parsons School of Design.
Just as Tom was looking around boredly, wanting to see which luxury clothing brands had sent representatives, and whether he could find a way to expand his business scope, he had to know that the most famous thing about a modeling agency was not how many supermodels you had, but what kind of endorsements you could get for your supermodels...
At this moment, Tom suddenly felt a silence around him, and even the sound of the camera shutters that had been ringing frequently stopped.
What happened? Tom hurriedly looked up and saw that the model who appeared at this time was wearing a retro-style long trench coat with black as the main color. The upper body of the trench coat was completely tight-fitting, and the high collar design to the ears made the man look a little evil, while the lower body was a semi-open design. The complicated and exquisite metal bright buckles on the trench coat added a touch of iron and blood to the entire trench coat, but this was not the most important thing...
The most important thing was the model wearing the trench coat, with black hair and black eyes, and obvious oriental facial features. The whole person's appearance was three-dimensional and angular, and that handsome face was like Adonis who came out of ancient Roman mythology, exuding a charming charm.
Even as a man who had seen trendy men and supermodels from all over the world, he had to admit with envy and jealousy that this male model was the most handsome and charming man he had ever seen.
And at this time, the male model had already reached the end of the T stage. Under the illumination of the T stage lights, Tom could clearly see the eyes of the male model. They were a pair of magical eyes, as dark as a black hole, attracting everyone's attention.
The male model seemed very satisfied with the effect he had created, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, smiling triumphantly. At this moment, everyone felt as if they had seen the blooming of hundreds of flowers, the fall of stars, he was the grace of the creator, he was the darling of God, everything he said was the law, not to be blasphemed... he was the king of all beings...
Under his gaze, everyone humbly and respectfully lowered their proud heads. At this moment, there were no fashion bigwigs, no famous designers, only humble existences who surrendered at the feet of the king.
When Tom came back to his senses and looked up, the model had already left the stage. Looking at the people around him who were still in shock and unable to extricate themselves, his professional qualities made him understand what had happened in the first time. A diamond that had not been discovered but was already blooming with dazzling light, a treasure that had never been discovered, as long as he grabbed this treasure, then he would be rich for the rest of his life...
Ignoring that the press conference was still being held, he ran to the backstage entrance as fast as a rabbit chased by a hunting dog. He wanted to sign the model as soon as possible. This was the guarantee of his rich life.
But when Tom ran to the backstage, he saw his old rival, Ms. Jacqueline Jones, the director of New York Elite Model Management Company, chatting and laughing with his future meal ticket... This was simply a bolt from the blue for him!
"Hi, you're late, Mr. Hopkins!" Seeing Tom running over, Jones said with a teasing look: "King has already accepted the invitation of our Elite Model Management Company and has become a model under our Elite!"
"Damn it..." But knowing when to quit has never been Tom's style. After cursing in a low voice, Tom reorganized his mood and smiled humbly at the person who was there just now. I think if you don't mind spending a little more time, you will find that our IMG company is more suitable for you!
Raj, at this time, had put on his sunglasses at Hannah's strong request. Looking at the middle-aged man who ran all the way to him with sweat on his face, he shrugged helplessly and said: "Actually, I also want to know more about other brokerage companies!"
"Honey!" Hannah, who had been standing close to Raj, shook Raj's arm coquettishly and said: "Didn't we already promise Senior Jones?"
Raj smiled apologetically at Tom, put his arm around Hannah and said: "But obviously, my girlfriend wants me to sign with her alumni's company more, so... I can only say sorry!"
"Okay!" Jacqueline Jones smiled and took Hannah's arm and said: "This show has been completely ruined by your boyfriend. If you don't want to be watched here in a while, then leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave in a while!"