Chapter 80: Xiao's Little Buddy Dies

  By the time it was over, it was already after eight o'clock. She had been training for almost four hours. The only place where Tong Jiao felt tired was her feet, which were in a lot of pain. High heels were very painful to wear, and although she had taken them off later and was walking around in just her socks, her toes and heel still hurt a bit.

  On the side of the blue dolphin, there is a bathroom. Generally, artists will prepare several sets of clothes to change into in case of any accidents. After training ended, Qian Li invited Liu Yan to eat together, after all this was also a good opportunity to build relationships. Liu Yan didn't decline and after Qian Li borrowed a set of clean clothes from a male artist, he took a shower too. Having trained for so long, his stomach was growling with hunger.

  Mo Fang was still busy, but because Tong Jing called during the 6 o'clock break to remind Mo Fang about dinner, Mo Fang had takeout in the office and didn't go home for the night, needing to work overtime.

  Hilton Hotel.

  Private room.

  "Isn't it? How can this little girl be so cute, Xiao Fangfang, you shouldn't work too late either." Tan Jingyu smiled and almost couldn't help himself, waving his hand at the younger brothers who called him over from behind, "Go back a bit earlier tonight, we're competing in attire, not in being a little girl, as long as she can get on the T-stage, you don't have to work overtime."

  "Got it, I have something else to do, hang up." Although the work was interrupted, Mu Fang heard the noise coming from the phone and knew that Tan Jingyu must be having a meal. For him to remember to call and remind himself to eat on time, Mu Fang felt a little touched. Tan Jingyu may be a bit of a rascal sometimes, but he's still a good friend.

  "Whoever calls, will be put down tonight." Tan Jingyu put away his phone, smiled elegantly, and walked over to the man who was shouting the loudest. Provocatively picking up a wine bottle, "As agreed, you bunch of rabbits, don't think that just because there are more of you, you can take down me, Tan Jingyu. Whoever falls first tonight, we'll throw him out the door."

  "Little brother, you're so pale and thin now, I reckon you're a oppressed one, huh? Tonight, big brother will pamper you." The man laughed heartily, his hand still gently stroking Tan Jingyu's face.

  Tan Jingyu is indeed not considered white or thin, but that's for ordinary people, not these old men who have returned from the military district for the New Year. Each of them has been sunburned to a charcoal-like complexion in the military district, and several men are tall and robust, more masculine than the handsome Tan Jingyu.

  Mo Fang lifted his hand to take down the post-it note on the TV screen - "Mo Ge, I'm going to sleep first, there's a midnight snack in the electric rice cooker." A simple sentence, yet it made Mo Fang feel a warmth that almost brought tears to his eyes. He glanced at Tong Jiao's bedroom before heading towards the kitchen.

  Mei Tuo's Asian outerwear show was too sudden, and the TV station's promotional program at the end of the year had already been arranged. Mu Fang made a night of phone calls and finally contacted several TV stations, newspapers, and magazines to squeeze out a time slot to report on this Asian outerwear show and create momentum for Tong Jiao.

  The porridge cooked with rice and water in the electric cooker, along with some small side dishes steaming on a bamboo tray, was still warm. It had been more than six hours since Mo Fang had eaten dinner, and he was starting to feel hungry. He didn't think much of it, but just thought that for this lifetime, even if Xiao Tong married Guan Yao, at least she would still consider him her best friend and family. That was enough. For a very long time, he had lost the qualifications to be loved, so things were already good as they were. From now on, during the quiet nights, these memories could accompany him through the second half of his life.

  Dotted line

  Tong and Mu were busy, and after waking up at 7:30, they didn't even have time to make breakfast. After washing up, they went straight out of the apartment to a roadside breakfast shop for breakfast, then rushed to Blue Dolphin to start their busy day.

  The basic training for a model usually takes three months, and learning the basic steps also takes several weeks. But Tiantian was rushed into it like a duck being pushed onto a shelf. Of course, someone with Mettel's crazy personality, once he made up his mind, no one could stop him. He specifically chose Tiantian to be the model, making the modeling world know that this time, the Asian outerwear show's model would make people want to wake up this foolish Frenchman.

  Is this a mistake? In such a high-level professional competition, he actually used an artist who can only learn for two days as a model. Even if Tong Jiang is a genius, two days of training cannot compare with professional models. Unfortunately, Mettel is the designer and specified that Tong Jiang must be his exclusive model, so others can only curse Mettel every day.

  With Liu Rang's professional teaching, plus Tong Jing's keen observation, although the two-day time is very short, the basic steps and turning movements are basically learned, at least there will be no fundamental errors, as for others, without accumulation of time, Liu Rang also had no way.

  "Baby, don't work too hard, I'll defeat those foreigners who are looking for trouble with my design. You can do whatever you want, don't be too tired." On the phone, Mettel had just finished making a dress and was boasting to Tongtong on the other end of the line, with a flattering expression that made his subordinates look at their boss with contemptuous eyes. And foreigners? You're just a blonde-haired white-skinned foreigner!

  "I know." Tong Jing took over the conversation, and she didn't think that she, a half-home model, could defeat those professional models who had been trained for more than ten years before making their debut. She understood the meaning of hard work better than anyone else.

  "Baby, they've hurt me again. When we get to Shanghai, you have to comfort my wounded heart." Mettel wanted to continue speaking, but his subordinate had already shot a fierce glare at their boss, as the second day of junior high was approaching and there was still so much preparation work that hadn't been done yet!

  The boss is a foreigner who doesn't celebrate the Chinese New Year, but they are all genuine Chinese people. It's impossible for them to be working overtime on New Year's Eve, so under the strong resentment, Mettel reluctantly hung up the phone and continued to work busily.

  "Is Xiaotong familiar with the designer Is?" Wu Minru leaned in, smiling and speaking with a face full of innocent envy, "Xiaotong really has good relationships."

  "Not familiar, just had roasted duck twice." Tong Jing thought for a moment and then honestly replied. To be honest, she was really not familiar with Mettel, who was French. In the past, Tong Jing rarely contacted anyone, let alone foreigners. If things went wrong, she could even be framed as a spy traitor.

  Wu Minru's face turned pale, her eyes cast downward were filled with angry flames, what did she mean? Having eaten roast duck only twice, was that showing off? Was it because of her strength that she could take on the endorsement of C&G and participate in this Asian tournament?

  Digression

  Everyone, have a great weekend!