I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 347 Nobleman ([-])
"Mingbo, are we really going to leave Paris?" The speaker was Song Chen from POMP. At this moment, he looked at the small apartment behind him with some reluctance. Although the apartment was small, it accommodated the three of them. year dream.

Jian Mingbo was walking in front, pushing two large suitcases in his hands, his bright eyes were now a bit sad, listening to Song Chen's question, he was silent for a long time, "It's time to leave, it's time to wake up from the dream .”

Bernie looked a little angrily behind him, "Jane, I don't understand, we have persisted for so long, why can't we persist anymore?" The young man with brown hair and brown eyes is quite strong, and he looks like a designer rather than a designer. It's a fitness trainer.

As soon as Jian Mingbo stopped walking, he turned around and interrupted him suddenly, his voice could not help raising his voice, and his tone was somewhat aggressive, "Bonny, it's useless, everything is useless!"

Facing Bernie's aggrieved brown eyes, Jian Mingbo paused. He was the eldest of the three. The three of them lived in a small town in the south of France, grew up together, went to school together, and went to Paris together.

However, six years have passed, and they still haven't made any achievements. Instead, they went home in despair. No one would be reconciled to whoever it was!
He is not reconciled either!

Jian Mingbo put down the two suitcases in his hands angrily. Thinking of what the fashion editor said a few days ago, he clenched his hands tightly. Looking at the two partners behind him, his eyes were full of sadness, "Bernie, Song Chen , Paris is not a place for our dreams to come true, in this place, we will only be different, we will only be weird"

Song Chen, who looked somewhat thin and pale, couldn't help but said, "Jane"

"Since no one will agree with our dream, let's insist on having a ghost fart!" At the end, Jian Mingbo couldn't help the red eyes, his chest was trembling due to the ups and downs of emotions, and his voice was shaking. Unsteady, "Don't you understand now?"

After a long time, Bernie said in a low voice, "Come together, let's go together." Song Chen also nodded at the side, and Jian Mingbo looked at the two without saying a word, nodded and started walking, the three of them pushed the suitcase towards Walk slowly in the direction of the Paris train station.

In the train station crowded with people, Jian Mingbo went to buy tickets, Song Chen and Bernie sat on the chair beside them in silence, Song Chen took out a blueprint drawn by himself from his schoolbag, Bernie glanced at it, He knew that this was Song Chen's design for the next year's fashion show.

The drawing shows a simple sweater design, a simple and neat style, with a row of large English letters PMOP on the sleeves on both sides, which is the name of their brand.

There are two words printed on the upper left chest: Peace·Love.

This letter is not only a symbol of street hip-hop culture, but also their dream, pursuit of world peace and love of clothing design.

With a "tick" sound, water drops fell on the drawing, soaking the paper.

Bernie couldn't bear to pat Song Chen on the shoulder, and comforted softly, "Don't look at it, Jane will be angry again when she sees it."

Song Chen stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and when Jian Mingbo came back with the ticket, Song Chen had already returned to his nonchalant look.

Jian Mingbo glanced at the entrance and the ticket time, and said in a calm voice, "Let's go, go directly to the station."

Pushing two suitcases in front, and two younger brothers behind, the three of them stood on the platform and waited for the train to arrive at the station. hair.

At this time, a piece of paper flew out of Song Chen's schoolbag and fell to the ground not far away.

A beautiful figure bent down to pick it up, and found it was a clothing design drawing. She took a closer look at it with great interest, and her eyes quickly fell on the line of letters on the sleeve. She was taken aback, PMOP?

The girl quickly raised her eyes and saw that the three people standing in front of the platform, two Chinese and one white, were indeed the same as she remembered.

However, it may also be a coincidence. In order to prove her idea, Mu Sheng led Lin Zixuan closer to the three of them.

A voice like a clear spring sounded in the ears of the three, "Hello, your blueprint has been dropped."

Jian Mingbo looked back and saw an oriental girl standing behind the three of them, wearing a pair of black sunglasses on her face. Jian Mingbo only felt a little familiar at first glance.

Because of the industry, Jian Mingbo couldn't help but quickly looked at the girl's attire, and politely retracted his gaze quickly, but with just a glance, he had already engraved the girl's attire in his mind.

Wearing a retro red beret, a slim black knit dress, a knit collar of the same color on the snow-white and slender neck, and a pair of knee-length black boots, retro and stylish!

Just as Jian Mingbo was evaluating secretly, Song Chen had already taken the blueprint, with a grateful face, "Yes, thank you!"

This drawing took him a lot of time. Although there are countless such fashion design drawings in Paris, it is his painstaking effort.

Seeing the black-haired man in front of him take the blueprint, Mu Sheng took a careful look at Song Chen, not only did not solve the doubts in his heart, but deepened them.

When Song Chen, one of the founders of the famous French PMOP in the previous life, and the top designer of fashion brand clothing in France, was famous, he had a big beard and was wearing a wide hoodie and fat trousers. As a pale young man, Mu Sheng couldn't help but wonder, did he recognize the wrong person?
However, it was three years before Song Chen became famous, and three years may turn the thin young man in front of him into a bearded man, after all, time is a butcher's knife.

Mu Sheng's gaze was fixed on Song Chen for a while, and the air pressure of the man beside him suddenly became a little low. She glanced at Song Chen coldly, he was thin and white, what's there to look at?

Song Chen was a little dazed by this stare, and scratched his head in confusion.

Seeing that the girl hadn't looked away, Lin Zixuan pinched the soft flesh of the girl's palm with some dissatisfaction, but he was afraid that he would get red from pinching too hard, so he kneaded gently again.

After some movement, the girl finally pulled out of her thoughts, and took a funny look at Lin Zixuan, this vinegar bucket!The girl shook Lin Zixuan's hand reassuringly, signaling him not to make trouble.

Pointing to the blueprint in Song Chen's hand, she really couldn't hold back her curiosity, "I want to ask, did you draw this blueprint?"

Song Chen nodded subconsciously, "Ah, yes, but the design is so-so."

A look of surprise flashed across Mu Sheng's eyes, he didn't expect it was really PMOP's Song Chen!What kind of luck is this?
The girl said softly, "But I think the design is very good!"

The blueprint is the classic style of PMOP, which is popular all over the world. It is the most famous clothing in this brand. Some people who don’t know the trendy brand in the previous life may have never heard of the name PMOP, but they must know this classic sweater.

"Really?" Song Chen was a little surprised, it was rare to hear someone affirming them, "Thank you for your appreciation!"

Thinking of the reason why they are here, his face is gloomy again, "But there are too few people in Paris who like fashion brands, this drawing may be my last design."

Jian Mingbo in front was a little annoyed. Hearing that Song Chen was about to tell about their failure in brand creation, he felt inexplicably ashamed, and couldn't help speaking, "Song Chen, why are you telling them so much? They don't understand Tide brand."

Hearing this tone of voice, Lin Zixuan frowned slightly, and looked at Jian Mingbo with a bit of coldness in his eyes, but the girl next to him was not angry, and smiled lightly, "Maybe I don't understand, but I appreciate it."

As she spoke, she took off the sunglasses on her face, revealing her pretty face, and as expected, she saw the stunned trio in front of her.

Mu Sheng? !
　Lin Zixuan: (Looking at Song Chen contemptuously) Thin and white, what's so good about it?
　　Xiaoya: You are also very white!

　　Lin Zixuan: But I am pretty.

　　Xiaoya: So narcissistic!

　　PS: Changed the chapter name, and found that the progress here has not talked about the rise of Jian Mingbo and the others, it can only be regarded as the eve of their rise.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)