I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 52

Mu Sheng found the staff in charge of distributing the clothes, and took the clothes she would wear on the stage. It was a set of denim jumpsuits and a belt of the same color, simple and neat.

When Mu Sheng came to the simple fitting room in the backstage, he found that there were many models waiting in line in front of each fitting room. Mu Sheng's arrival still attracted the attention of some models.

Some models thought that Mu Sheng couldn't understand French, and they said in a slightly louder voice: "Didn't Bertha say that this oriental model who is going to be fixed can't make up?"

Hearing this, Mu Sheng casually glanced at those people, her quiet black eyes couldn't help making them pause: "She just looked at us? Could it be that she understood?"

The voices of several people couldn't help but lowered.

The model next to him frowned: "How is it possible, Chinese people can only listen to English at most?"

Mu Sheng looked around, casually stood behind a short-haired model, leaned against the wall, closed her eyes and took a nap for a while.

She just closed her eyes and didn't notice the eye contact between the short-haired model standing in front of her and the models next to her.

When it was the short-haired model's turn to change clothes, Mu Sheng opened her eyes and saw the short-haired model pull up the fitting curtain.

Mu Sheng waited quietly, but after waiting for about 5 minutes, people came out of several fitting rooms next to her one after another, and the fitting room in front of Mu Sheng was still silent.

Mu Sheng raised her eyebrows, looked at the fitting room in front of her that was motionless and silent, and said in French: "Did the model inside faint? Do you need me to call someone to come and carry you out?"

The short-haired model leaning against the wall inside was looking smug. She thought about it. If the oriental model outside spoke English, she would pretend not to understand and answered in French. Anyway, she couldn't do anything to herself.

Then in the next second, she was stunned, and a pleasant female voice came from outside the door: "Is the model inside tired from changing clothes? Do you need me to call the person in charge to call an ambulance?" These words were spoken fluently. in French.

Hearing this, the short-haired model paused, and the original smug smile on her face froze, looking a little weird.

Could this French be spoken by that oriental model?

The next second, as if to confirm what she said, the curtain of the fitting room was pulled, and then the female voice continued: "If no one answers, then I'll come in and take a look."

The short-haired model was startled, but then calmed down quickly, and said bravely: "The zipper behind me is stuck, wait a minute! Don't rush me!"

She originally wanted to use the reason of the language barrier to fool her, but she didn't expect that the oriental model outside could speak French! ?

If she doesn't go out now, if she really finds the person in charge and finds that she is deliberately delaying the time to change clothes, she can't bear to walk around.

But Bertha said she would delay her for 10 minutes, and now only 5 minutes have passed, what should I do?
The short-haired model gritted her teeth, silently thinking about the countermeasures, with a flash of anxiety in her eyes.

Standing outside and listening to the silent voice inside, Mu Sheng raised her eyebrows: "Do you need me to go in and help you? Anyway, we are all women, so we are not afraid of anything."

His brows and eyes were already a little impatient, and he looked up at the clock on the wall, and there were less than 10 minutes left.

Taking a step forward, he stretched out his hand and opened the curtain of the fitting room in front of him.

As soon as the curtain was opened, the short-haired model inside stood up straight in fright, her eyes widened, she covered her chest, and exclaimed in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Mu Sheng scoffed, looked up and down at the neatly dressed model with short hair, and didn't see the jammed zipper she said, so she knew what was going on.

Without raising her eyes, she hung her clothes on the hook and pushed the short-haired model away: "Why not? Since you changed, go out."

"I" the short-haired model just wanted to say something.

Then, in the next second, Mu Sheng looked into Mu Sheng's cold and disdainful eyes, suddenly couldn't say anything, and walked out of the fitting room with an embarrassing expression.

Mu Sheng looked at the short-haired model who left obediently, with the corners of her mouth raised, her expression a bit mocking.

In less than a minute, Mu Sheng had already put on this set of denim jumpsuits, fastened the belt around her waist, opened the door curtain and went out to find the staff to get her shoes.

But when Mu Sheng asked, the girl rummaged through a pile of shoes, with a puzzled look on her face: "Strange, I put it here just now? Why did it disappear?"

The girl's face was anxious and frightened. She had been keeping the shoes all the time. If one pair of them was lost, the boss would definitely fire her!

　Xiaoya YY daily scene:
　　A certain conductor: My boy, I heard you want a ticket?

　　Xiaoya: Yes!I want a lot of tickets~
　　A conductor: OK, 100 tickets to the movie "I'm in the Model Circle", Shenghui 3000 yuan, thank you!

　　Xiaoya:?What I want is a recommendation ticket!And when will my book be made into a movie? (⊙o⊙)
　　A certain conductor: When you are dreaming (knowledge) (￢￢￢)
　　


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