Volume II

Qin Guan and the others were still quite curious, so they asked Liu Xiaoyang: "Hey, why do you want this leg of lamb?"

Liu Xiaoyang said a little proudly: "I brought it for others. Qin Guan, you are right. I made new friends during the winter vacation."

When the people in the dormitory heard this, they became interested: "Hey, tell me, what's going on?"

Liu Xiaoyang shared his history of making friends with everyone: "At the beginning, I followed my parents and paid New Year's greetings to each family in the compound, and chatted with the children who didn't talk much before."

"Even though I'm young, I'm still a college student, right? There are a few people I chatted with, and those who come and go become good friends."

"This leg of lamb was brought by a friend of mine who heard that I have a roommate who lives in the Northwest. His grandfather is a native of the Northwest, so he wanted to eat authentic air-dried sheep."

"I'm going to seek the third brother's place right now."

Everyone nodded. This friend sounds very reliable, so everyone asked: "Then bring the dormitory to play together when you have time. What are they doing?"

Liu Xiaoyang proudly introduced: "They are amazing. One is studying forensic medicine, one is studying psychiatry, and the other is studying intelligence in a military academy."

The people in the dormitory scattered after listening to the introduction, what should they do.

Can this kid make some reliable friends? These three people can form a difficult case team, and the world of geniuses is indeed incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Liu Xiaoyang still didn't understand why, and yelled with everyone: "Hey, don't go, I tell you, the autopsy turned out to be like this..."

Who wants to listen to corpses, everyone ran farther.

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From the beginning of this semester, Qin Guan became busy. He set a basic plan for himself. In the second half of the freshman semester, professional courses began to start one after another. Most of the time will be spent on studying professional courses.

When he was a sophomore, Qin Guan had to do research in advance, and there was still a year left, so this could last forever.

Qin Guan also put in the sixth-level exam at that time, and the memorization of words is also a slow job.

With these few courses, Qin Guan's study time is fully arranged.

I have to give up the small part-time job, because Sister Xue will arrange a part-time job for him on weekends.

The promotional part-time job I found was not cost-effective, so I ended it decisively.

In the end, only Huang Jiajia's tutor is left. The time is reasonable and the income is not low, so let's keep it.

On the first weekend of school, Sister Xue contacted the shirt manufacturer. Still in the old place, I took the first advertising poster in the annual agreement.

Qin Guan came to the studio in Chaoyang Park, and the same photographer from last time took pictures for him. When he saw Qin Guan push the door in, he was the first to give him an encouraging hug.

The photographer has handed over the last photo to the organizing committee of the People Photography Contest.

All results will be notified after the preliminary review. Qin Guan also returned a kind smile. He always has respect for those who devote themselves to art.

For this shooting, the manufacturer of J shirts paid special attention to it. As an ideal and aspiring boss, he doesn't plan to sell his shirts on the phone forever.

He also hopes that his shirts can expand sales in a dignified manner and enter the mall. And Qin Guan gave him such an opportunity.

The effect of the posters last time was really good. The audience of these advertisements are the aunts who shop in supermarkets and shopping malls.

When these housewives saw the shirt advertisement, Qin Guan, who smiled brightly, automatically brought their children into it.

Hey, this pink shirt is quite flattering to the skin. Look at how energetic this young man is. Well, the texture looks good too, ouch, it's really cheap, a special price of 60 pieces. Buy, must buy.

These aunts have long forgotten their son's rough skin, dark complexion, and honest figure.

Every mother thinks that her son is as sunny and handsome as the model on the poster.

This resulted in a situation where J Shirt's sales calls were almost blown up.

Boss J was very excited. He seemed to see his dream come true. With all his might, he hired a design student who had just graduated from the Capital Institute of Clothing. He rented a regular office near Chaoyang Park, and he rented a large apartment in the suburbs. Warehouse, of course, he also signed long-term contracts with southern shirt manufacturers.

He put all his eggs in one basket and used all the profits of this period to do one thing, making his shirts a regular brand.

So he came for this shoot, brought the designer, and found Sister Xue very solemnly.

The two were at the side arguing about the advertising contract, and when Qin Guan finished changing the first set of clothes, the two finally finalized the agreement.

Qin Guan's fee has increased from 3,000 yuan to 5,000 yuan, and Qin Guan has to take two more sets of photos. In the future, the full-page shirt advertisement will only use Qin Guan as a model.

When the lights turned on, Qin Guan walked into the arena wearing his first shirt. The designer was also very excited when he saw her finished shirt upper body for the first time.

This shirt is the main spring youth series. It is a white shirt with upturned three-quarter sleeves, and hollow lace on the neckline and hem. The meaning embodied is the first ray of sunshine in spring.

Of course, this is just the designer's idea, and the shirt owner only cares about whether it looks good or not.

As soon as Qin Guan came on stage, everyone felt at ease. Qin Guan rode on the edge of the wooden window frame and stepped out of the window with one foot.

The dappled sunlight shone on Qin Guan's body, casting a little bit of time.

Qin Guan gently tilted his shoulders towards the window, and put his whole body close to the direction of the photographer's lens. The photographer was very excited, and he frantically pressed the shutter, capturing Qin Guan's warm smile.

"Okay! Change the pose and do it again!" The photographer put away the camera and signaled Qin Guan to take another pose.

Qin Guan retracted his feet outside the window, and sat on the window sill with his legs together. He supported his body with his arms and leaned against the window sill, his eyes were emptied forward, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was focusing on the camera. Smile.

The photographer felt a burst of warmth rushing towards his face, and Qin Guan's gentle and focused smile at the camera made everyone who saw him feel that his heart was going to be drunk.

The shoot went well and the shirt was over after two minutes.

While everyone was looking at the effect of the photos, Qin Guan went to change to the second set of photos.

The owner of J Shirt was very satisfied with the effect of the photo. He is not well-educated and can't say any elegant words, but he knows beauty and ugliness, and knows whether his guests will buy it.

When Qin Guan put on the second shirt, the designer became nervous. This shirt was the one she put the most effort into.

When Qin Guan walked to the arena, everyone realized that this light green shirt contained heaven and earth.

The light shone through the shirt, and the shading of the entire shirt was clearly displayed in front of everyone. Under the perspective of the light, dandelions slowly floated on the shirt as if they were about to fly.

The designer was very excited to talk about his idea to Qin Guan on the sidelines: "This shirt closely fits the theme of spring, showing the exuberant vitality of spring and gestating infinite vitality!"

The photographer looked at Qin Guan, who was confused by Zhang Er, and said, "Don't pay attention to her, listen to me, it's not that complicated, just show the ethereal feeling of nothingness."

What is the ethereal feeling of nothingness, big brother, big sister, do you dare to speak human words?

Sister Xue knew Qin Guan was going to suffer when she saw Qin Guan's state. She gritted her teeth and thought about it on the sidelines, and waved to Qin Guan. I muttered like that for a while.

Qin Guan raised his head and asked suspiciously: "I'm good at this, but the question is, is it possible? Is it a bit of a joke?"

Sister Xue pushed him into the arena: "Listen to me, you are right, hurry up, don't waste time."

Qin Guan had no choice but to walk to the center of the arena and act according to what Sister Xue told him.

Qin Guan opened his arms, closed his eyes, relaxed his facial muscles, tilted his head back slightly, and made this pose for the photographer.