SB: Chapter 12.2

Qiu Qiu likes children. His current part-time job is tutoring elementary school students. He's gentle and patient with them and looks as handsome as a celebrity. No matter how naughty the children are, they like listening to his lectures.

 Qiu Qiu walked up to the little boy’s side, wanting to see what he was playing. Children of this age are probably playing Candy Rush or something similar like Fruit Ninja or Parkour, which he's seen his students play.

... ... As a result, Qiu Qiu discovered that the little boy was playing "King of Glory."

... ... And he's even in the Gold tier.

... ... Qiu Qui, who has suffered repeated defeats and is still at the bronze rank, politely declined the little boy's invitation to "play together."

However, there was progress— the two exchanged names, and Qiu Qiu learned that the boy's name was Qi Qiqi.

 

Qiu Qiu exclaimed in surprise: "Our names are so similar, maybe we are long-lost brothers!

Qi Qiqi was even more surprised: "Uncle , you're already this old, and you still want to be my brother?"

"......"

Qiu Qiu is so angry. Just a moment ago, someone was jealous of him being a young fresh face. Life is full of surprises. In just a few minutes, Qiu Qiu found a godson for Fu Ruiren.

While Qiu Qiu was chatting with Qi Qiqi, the other contestants were arriving one after another. The staff gathered everyone together and explained the shooting schedule for the day.

Today, there are two teams of photographers present, divided into Groups A and B. They will start by taking individual promotional photos, and then they'll take a few group photos at the end.

Everyone approached to collect the standardized shooting outfits. The clothes were dreadfully unattractive, with each person wearing a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting white T-shirt printed with the program's slogan, lacking any waist definition.

A clever young girl rolled up the hem and tied it into a small knot, showcasing a slender waistline, barely enough to grasp. Other contestants also began to improvise: some enlarged the neckline, some removed the sleeves, and some cut the hem into strips.… 

Qiu Qiu looked around and started to imitate the others in tinkering with his competition attire. When Fu Ruiren's video call came through, he couldn't answer it manually and had to open the video and place it on the nearby chair, clumsily fumbling with the clothes in his hands.

"Qiu:.." Fu Ruiren barely uttered a word before falling silent. From his perspective, all he could see on the screen was the young man's slender and flexible waist, with a thin layer of muscle on his abdomen, shaped beautifully. The T-shirt he was wearing seemed capable of accommodating two people, and when he bent over, one could easily see his slender collarbones and light pink nipples.

Qiuqiu tugged clumsily at the T-shirt, lifting the hemline, and then trying to stretch the neckline a bit wider.

"What are you doing?" Fu Ruiren's voice was low, but his interest was high.

Qiu Qiu had no idea he had caught the attention of the old pervert again. As he tidied himself up, he explained, "We're here today for a group photo shoot, but the clothes provided by the production team are just too ugly. Everyone's trying to figure out ways to alter them."

"No altering allowed."

Qiuqiu was very unhappy and said: "Why?

"If you show any more flesh, I'll be at the studio in a few minutes to drag you out and kick your ass.

"...…"

Middle-aged people (? ) are unreasonable.

……

After changing clothes, everyone lined up in two groups of men and women to put on makeup. For the sake of the camera effect, layers upon layers of foundation were applied. Even Qi Qiqi was forced to put on red lipstick.

The lipstick used by the makeup artist was chocolate-flavored. Qi Qiqi licked it and licked it, and before long, he licked it clean. With the chocolate flavor gone from his lips, he happily skipped over to have his makeup touched up. He had it touched up three times in a row, much to the frustration of the makeup artist.

In front of Qiu Qiu was a young man who was not much older than him, he's probably a cell phone addict, as he remained in constant vibration while sitting in his chair, his leg shaking non-stop. He wore a pair of particularly fashionable skate shoes and had his long hair styled into "dreadlocks," with large gold chains, rivets, and oversized sunglasses hanging from his body.

It's really... too hip-hop.

This hip-hop youth named Huaxiang was very fond of chatting, and every move he made exuded a strong scent of wealth. Qiu Qiu listened by the side for a while and learned that everything from head to toe on him was bought abroad, even the grills in his mouth were set in Japan.

Huaxiang: "Look at these dreadlocks of mine, hand-twisted, authentic, straight from the source. It took a genuine African eight whole hours to do and cost me five grand.

Because Hua Xiang's hair is too expensive, he refuses to let the show's beauty stylist style his hair, saying that he invited a famous designer to create this outfit.

When he left, the makeup artist, holding back frustration, took a comb and styling gel to give Qiu Qiu a particularly handsome hairstyle.

Qiu Qiu hurriedly protected his wig, saying, "No need, no need. Just do my makeup, please."

The make-up artist asked angrily: "What's the matter, did you spend five grand on your hair too?"

"No, I spent eight grand on my hair."

"......"