In the early morning, Meng Miao took Qingyu and Bai Xia and walked on the way to the canteen, which couldn't help but attract the attention of passers-by.

After last night's orientation party, the school's post bar and various discussion groups exploded, discussing the new girl this year, and someone posted a photo of one of their dormitory people, which caused a heated discussion among everyone.

"The three of them in the dormitory are so good-looking! Envy qwq"

"Oh really! I prefer the girl who hosted yesterday, elegant and pure type race high! ”

"Sister Yu is my food! I love that 36D! ”

"I just like that glamorous one!"

The students discussed and discussed, and unanimously decided to seal 205, where they are located, as the most beautiful place.

Meng Miao, who learned about this, had to pull the two of them to put on makeup, saying that they would have to go out with light makeup in the future, we are people who have fans!

Qingyu naturally has no opinion, she is smeared every day for a long time before going out, bitter Bai Xia, she can't make up and can only sit there at the mercy of others.

Today, Meng Miao wore a thin white sweater with a loose pullover, and a pair of jeans underneath, which made her figure uneven and pure, and the original black big waves were also tied up, rolled into a cute ball on the back of her head, and her sideburns carefully groomed a little broken hair hanging down, as if she was inadvertently blown down by the wind, which actually played a role in modifying her face, and her makeup was nude, which looked fresher.

"Do you two know, I dress up every day so that I can meet Lingqi in school hahaha!" As soon as she thought of Lingqi, Meng Miao was immersed in her own world and couldn't extricate herself.

Bai Xia pulled Meng Miao's sleeve and whispered to her: "Eh, Miao Miao, don't be too excited to tell you something, the one standing under the plane tree seems to be Ling Qiyi!" ”

Meng Miao looked in the direction Bai Xia pointed, and there was a thin young man standing under the huge plane tree, with slightly long hair half-tied and half-scattered, wearing a white loose sweatshirt with a fancy pattern, a pair of slightly loose jeans underneath, his eyes were melancholy, like the deep sea, which made people unable to understand what was inside, and this deep sea slapped the waves, rolling Meng Miao in.

Meng Miao walked over nervously and mechanically, not at all like her own imagination that she told them every day, to take the model step, raise her head, and walk over like an elegant black swan, now she didn't even dare to look at him, it seemed so difficult to use her spare eyes, in front of the person she liked, people would always become out of her control.

The moment he passed by Ling Qi, he reached out and grabbed her arm, and she slowly turned her head, her face flushed, and her head was lowered like a little girl.

"Didn't you want to meet me by chance, but now that you do, why don't you talk again." He looked at her with deep eyes that he couldn't read, and his tone was cold.

Meng Miao's face turned even redder, and she couldn't say a word with her head down.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ling Qi grabbed her wrist, powerful and irresistible, he pulled her to Bai Xia and Qingyu, and still said in a cold tone: "You friends, borrow it." After speaking, he turned back to Meng Miao, who was stupid behind him, and said, "Come here." ”

couldn't tolerate the refusal of the two, let alone Meng Miao's refusal, so Ling Qi pulled her into the car parked in the parking lot.

He sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt after getting into the car, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, pushed it away with his thumb, took one out of his mouth, picked up the cigarette lighter on the car and lit it, took a deep breath, and spit out the window.

Meng Miao stared at the smoke ring he spit out in a daze, she had imagined this kind of scene countless times, and thought of countless plans, each of which perfectly showed the charm of her mature woman, but without this plan, this helpless feeling of powerlessness, she didn't know what to do, and now she just wanted to pretend to be stupid to the end.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" Leng Qi pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray of the car, and the cigarette came out of its last wisp of white smoke and went out.

Meng Miao shook her head stupidly.

"Be my personal stylist."

Meng Miao's eyes widened stupidly, and she opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

Ling Qi looked at the road ahead, started the car, and pulled down the handbrake: "The modeling teacher is sick, you will do it later." ”

Meng Miao whispered, "No... Do you need to do an interview? ”

Ling Qi still looked at the road intently, and frowned slightly: "Do you think I am dragging a random person on the street to be a stylist?" ”

She recalled the small concert of the music department the day before yesterday, and she put makeup on them. He remembered it! She lay on her lap, covered her red face with her hands, and couldn't speak.

"It's time for the company," Ling Qi pulled down the handbrake expressionlessly and pulled out the car keys, "I'll go in and give you a contract and sign it." ”

Meng Miao nodded, and followed him into the company in a daze.

"New stylists have brought." Leng Qi left her to the agent.

Unlike Ling Qi's iceberg face, the agent was enthusiastic, wearing a pink top hat, a tights, and a baby pink nail polish, he hurried over, pulled Meng Miao to sit down, turned his head to the staff and pinched the orchid finger and said: "Anny~ Go pour a cup of coffee for this young lady~"

After saying that, he turned around, his legs diagonal, and stretched his instep straight to make his calves appear longer.

"Dear lady, what's your name~"

"Meng Miao." Meng Miao was the first time to see this type of person, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"OMG ~ Mong Miao! What a beautiful name! My Chinese name is Wang Damei, you can call me an elegant English name tony~" He sighed exaggeratedly, reached out to take the coffee handed over by the staff, put a cup in front of himself, and put a cup in front of Meng Miao.

"My dear Miao lady~ Are you willing to be the personal stylist of the Leng Qi boy~"

Meng Miao took a sip of coffee and nodded.

"Oh beautiful girl, you are really a charcoal in the snow~" Tony got up excitedly, ran to Meng Miao's side, sat next to her, and shook her hand like a sister.

"Lady, you don't know," Tony made a sad expression, "Our last styling teacher and student were sick, and recently my family has no stylist!" It's all taken care of by this kid, it's... It's so pathetic. Tony pulled out a Sailor Moon handkerchief out of nowhere and wiped away her non-existent tears.

"So what is my job?" Meng Miao smiled awkwardly, after all, this Tony was so pompous that she couldn't get used to it for a while.

"The content of the work, that's very simple~" Tony said, took out a bunch of documents from under the table, and put them on the table with a bang, Meng Miao was dumbfounded when he saw the mountain-like documents, and forgot to drink the coffee to his mouth.

"Miao lady, you take a look at all these documents first, the work content is all on it, I'll go to other work first, you can call me if there is something~" Tony twisted his ass and left, leaving Meng Miao alone and confused.

After being stunned for a long time, she finally remembered to put down the coffee in her hand, picked up one of the stacks of documents and read it.

"The color matching of the clothing.... It is not easy for a set of clothes to have more than three bright colors... It is common to have color and no color matching...."It turned out to be a clothing matching plan, Meng Miao leaned on the sofa and thought, she has been familiar with these things since junior high school, so she picked up another book and read it.

"How to take care of your hair... How to style your hair...", is another theory that she has studied thoroughly for a long time. She looked through most of the documents, which were basic theoretical knowledge, and there was no difficulty for her.

She stretched out her hand to open the last book, which said "The Work Tasks of a Private Stylist", she breathed a sigh of relief, after reading for a long time, she finally came to something practical.

"The stylist has to make sure that the artist looks perfect at all times, including for personal travel."

"Rely on different themes to do different looks."

"Skilled in makeup."

"The speed should be fast, especially for concerts, which require a variety of styling."

"You have to go to every event venue with the artist to make it easier to touch up your makeup."

"Clothing needs to be planned in advance."

Meng Miao was seriously looking at the requirements one by one, and Ling Qi pushed the door in with a cold face.

"Give me a look, and there will be an interview later."

Meng Miao hurriedly stood up and asked tremblingly, "Work... What about tools? ”

"Follow me." He still pulled his face, without a smile, and turned around and left after speaking, regardless of whether Meng Miao behind him followed or not.

Finally keeping up with the striding meteor, Meng Miao leaned against the door frame and gasped.

Ling Qi had already sat on the side and waited for her: "As soon as possible." After saying that, he threw her a styling target.

Meng Miao hurriedly trotted over, picked up the target list and looked at it.

"Entertainment program interviews, requiring private clothes, cold style, and a sense of fashion."

"Where are your clothes?" Meng Miao, who had entered the working state, was full of modeling design, completely forgot about the nervousness, and turned around to ask Lingqi.

Ling Qi sat on the sofa and pointed to a room behind her, Meng Miao turned around and entered the cloakroom, there was a constant sound of colliding hangers inside, and after a long time, she came out with a bunch of clothes, handed it to him, and said chicly, "Go and change." ”

Ling Qi picked up the clothes and walked into the fitting room, the fitting effect was very satisfied, a short-sleeved hooded sweatshirt, the pattern on it was simple, and a white undershirt and a pair of seven-point pants were also put on inside the sweatshirt, casual and fashionable.

After changing clothes, Ling Qi also consciously walked to the dresser and sat down, Meng Miao reached out to untie his tied hair, combed it neatly, picked up the curling iron, and rolled up the slightly longer hair, very soft curl, suitable for boys, pinned behind the ears once, and the other side was scattered in front of the forehead at will.

Meng Miao nodded with satisfaction and began to put on his makeup, applying makeup to boys is different from giving girls makeup, she can't use too bright colors, she used a foundation similar to his skin color, contoured with a darker color to highlight his high nose bridge, used light brown eyeshadow to deepen his deep eye sockets, and gently outlined his heroic eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, and finally applied a matte lipstick for men with a lip brush.

The originally stylish Ling Qi has become even more cold after being created by the modeling master Meng Miao, making his cold and cold character more prominent.

"Oh, it's so perfect, Miao lady!" Tony clapped his hands and came in, looking at the well-modeled Lingqi with an even more exaggerated expression.

"The radio station is ready, Lady Miao, you come with us."

Meng Miao waved his hand: "No, I still have classes in school..."

"I've taken a leave of absence. Come along. Ling Qi said, walking straight past her.

Tony took Meng Miao's hand like a sister and pulled her to the filming location.

The host on the stage enthusiastically asked all kinds of questions, and Ling Qi was also experienced without stage fright.

Meng Miao was fascinated by the audience, she had never really expected that she could get close to him like now, just thinking about it in her mind was already very content.

"I see that your style today is different from usual, is it your own matching?" The host asked Lingqi with a smile.

Ling Qi replied briefly: "Changed the stylist." ”

The host is still smiling brightly: "This style is very good-looking, it suits you very well." ”

Ling Qi is still brief: "Well, she is a master of styling." ”

The host laughed: "So you are also a master of music, and the two of you are a master combination." ”

Master Combo....

Meng Miao lowered her head and covered her face, today, everything was like a dream, so unreal.

"The stylist has matched you with such a suitable look, how about you sing for him and the audience?"

Ling Qi nodded, stood up, and accompanied by the music, his deep and magnetic voice spread throughout the studio, wrapping Meng Miao who was covering his face.

"I'll find her someday

She was exactly as she was supposed to be

She exists only for me

He told me all directions

I'll find her one day

Everything has changed since then

She soothed my sorrows

Let me never be nervous again

She is where I belong

She's my shoulder

She is my faith

She is the sunshine of my life....."

Masters and masters, meet.