On Monday, July 15, Wu Zimo officially appeared at the brother company to work. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Correspondingly, Zhou Hao and Dai Lin ignored the investment promotion meeting held five days later, but began to be lazy.

Dai Lin yelled at Zhou Hao with great interest to integrate witchcraft into his cooking skills, and Zhou Hao was quite looking forward to this.

Zhou Hao also made plans such as pulling Li Meng on the road, but in the end he had to give up.

Thanks to the power of Zhou Hao's witch medicine jar, the reputation of the Zhou Family Medical Center for excellent treatment results After brewing and fermenting over the weekend, people who came to seek medical consultation lined up outside the Zhou Family Medical Center as soon as they went to work on Monday. In the end, Mr. Zhou had to go back to the rivers and lakes, and the three generations of doctors from the old, middle and young generations sat in the hospital at the same time to barely cope with the first day's busyness.

Day 2...... Zhou Lao reluctantly gave up the reception in the afternoon, and went back to the rest room of the hospital to rest with the support of Yu Shumin.

On the third day, there were more people, and even the police were dispatched to help maintain order at the hospital.

Looking at the long queue of patients who endured the pain, Zhou Hao could only arrange for the employees in the workshop to buy hundreds of small plastic stools for the patients to rest, and at the same time pick out patients in very bad physical condition in the long queue to seek medical treatment in advance, and arrange for special personnel to distribute number plates. He even used witchcraft to cheat and quickly cure a large number of patients, only to finish treating the patients who were queuing up that day before leaving work.

After the last registered patient left, the father and son stretched their waists for a long time, and then smiled bitterly. With the support of Zhou's mother, Zhou's father staggered back to the second floor to rest, but Zhou Hao had to drive to a building.

Tonight, he's going to train as a model for the first time in his life.

In an empty dance studio, Zhou Hao stood cramped in front of a mirror, walking stiffly with the so-called "cat steps".

At first, Zhou Hao was quite unimpressed.

Who wouldn't be able to walk? The so-called Aunt Meng Meng is just to walk a few laps on the wooden platform and pose a few poses! Who knew that from the beginning of training, Zhou Hao found that he thought too simply.

Why do you have to follow the beat when walking?

Why does music keep changing? The first few steps are still knocking and choking, and the last few steps become knocking and choking?

What is the power of rendering that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and sends it to the heart?

Isn't it to be handsome when you wear clothes, why do people want to maximize the temperament of their clothes when they come here?

What's more, Zhou Hao found himself walking a bit like his grandfather in front of the mirror for the first time, slightly hunched back, and his heels were a little mopping......

"Stupid, I'm making you walk upright, I feel like there's an upward pull pulling force pulling you, why are you holding your neck like you're being hanged?" Muzi, Sima Feifei's husband, the former chief male model of Huaguo, stood on the other side with his hands crossed, shouting loudly at the top of his voice.

"Husband, it's you who are in too much of a hurry. You let a person who has not even received basic physical training master so many essentials at once, how did he accept it? Sima Feifei said to Muzi with a forced smile under the coercion of Li Meng's gaze.

"Fei Fei, this kid is a good embryo, since you want to praise him, you have to be strict. Just by watching my static demonstration, he can complete the styling training perfectly, as long as he can coherently turn these movements into muscle memory, I guarantee that there will be a place for the world's top male models! Mu Zi glanced at Zhou Hao and roared: "Chest up, belly and buttocks, use your hips!" Use your brain, straddle the thighs, then raise the knees, and the calves drive the feet ......"

Zhou Hao tried to walk again, and then got a wild roar from Muzi. "It'sme's clothes express an elegant, laid-back temperament, the way you look now, the shoulders are too stiff! Be elegant, not to slow you down. To be leisurely, not to let your whole body be lazy, to tense your body and relax your muscles, I'll ......! ”

"Teacher Mu, this kind of practice is too inefficient, please walk through it again and show me it coherently, just follow the requirements of these two sets of clothes, okay?" Zhou Hao walked and suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly.

He knew that what Mu Zi said was very reasonable, as a witch cultivator, he could subtly control every muscle in his body. It's just that he is too deliberate, and the problem he sees in the mirror is that each movement is connected, too stiff, like a robot.

"That's right!" Muzi put his hands together in front of his chest, and immediately thought that according to this kid's learning ability, maybe he should demonstrate it first, maybe he can open his mind?

Muzi is worthy of being the first model in the past, music together, although he is wearing an ordinary polo shirt and pink green casual shorts, but his whole person moves, Zhou Hao actually feels a noble son who has just walked down from the fencing field, the whole body is full of strength but restrained, every step is just stepping on the drum, the rhythm is full of rhythm but with a sense of laziness after complete relaxation, making people feel that a Chinese aristocratic son elegantly stepped on the petals on the ground and walked slowly, occasionally turning his eyes, It's as if she's singing a poem.

"Boy, remember it, although you don't have basic skills, you can decompose every action, and the next step is to imagine yourself as a noble son of Huaguo!" In less than a minute, Muzi ended the demonstration and walked up to Zhou Hao and told him a trick.

"Imagine? Ha! Just now, he had memorized every trace of the rhythm of his muscles in the process of Muzi's demonstration in his divine consciousness, and he wanted to reproduce it perfectly once but heard the trick that Muzi said, Zhou Hao was happy in his heart.

Standing at one end of the training room, Zhou Hao sank his mind into his sea of consciousness to find the memory of a witch.

In the eyes of Mu Zi, Sima Feifei and Li Meng, the first rhythm sounded with the music. Zhou Hao suddenly changed!

Zhou Hao's temperament changed suddenly, as if he had become the most noble flame in heaven and earth, accompanied by the rhythm of music, every movement of Zhou Hao seemed to dance with the music, every step, every hand, every shape was like nature. Elegant, confident, natural with a hint of danger lurking in the lazy ......

The ancient witch ancestor Zhurong is also the Red Emperor after the fusion of humans and witches, and he is in charge of the human race. Sacrifice to fire, sacrifice to light.

Fire, dangerous, irascible fire can devour all things; Fire, gentle, languid fire can drive for human beings, emit heat and bring heat and light to human beings.

Zhurong's human form is extremely handsome, because of the fire body, every move is extremely beautiful, and because of the sacrificial rituals, the demeanor is elegant, solemn.

Zhou Hao thought to himself that since he wanted to be elegant, could there be a more suitable person in this world than Zhu Rongshi who was more suitable for dancing, more suitable for expressing elegance and leisure? So he directly sank his mind into Zhu Rongwu's memory, and let Zhu Rong's memory drive him to follow the rhythm of the music to perfectly show the elegance from antiquity.

Sima Feifei opened her mouth like a scream when she saw this, this is what she thinks of it'sme...... But Mu Zi quickly covered her mouth. "Fei Fei, don't interrupt him!"

Muzi forcibly suppressed his excitement, this kind of step is too beautiful. Even if he is picky, he can't find the slightest inappropriateness, even if individual actions do not meet the standards of model catwalks, but Muzi thinks that only such actions can more perfectly express this charm.

Zhou Hao walked over and over again, he was just having fun at first, but when he waited later, he found that with his simulated Zhu Rongwu's movements, his cultivation that had not progressed for a long time actually increased slightly!

Could it be that the sitting, lying and walking of those ancestral witches in his memory, every move also represents some kind of cultivation?

Zhou Hao became happier and happier the more he walked, until a wave suddenly rushed to his side, and a trace of warm or violent power appeared beside him out of thin air, happily flying and rushing into his body, only then did he suddenly realize that this was not the time to cultivate, and he reluctantly withdrew from Zhu Rongwu's memory.

When Mu Zi saw Zhou Hao stop, he applauded happily. "Good boy, I think you walked the catwalk once in this state today, and you have a place in the top ten international male models!"

Sima Feifei rolled her eyes, took out something from the bag next to her and shook it in front of Zhou Hao's eyes.

Two ropes and one piece of cloth!

Muzi had a strange smile on his face, coughed and turned to the side to drink water.

"Zhou Hao, what is prepared for you at this time, you can only wear this next time you rehearse! lest the traces of the panties be exposed and affect the buttocks. Lines. ”

"This! I! Zhou Hao's eyes widened and he looked at that Dongdong, he recognized this thing, "Thong!" Can men wear it too? ”

"Nonsense! It's a men's thong! Remember to remove the hair......" Sima Feifei said with great certainty, with a look of coercion jumping in his eyes!