"Okay, please look at the camera."

"The eyes are slightly higher."

“Yes, keep this position.”

"Next to start quickly switching positions..."

Models dressed in the dressing room lined up outside the photo compartment. Someone took off half of their clothes by the door and waited for the new clothes to be delivered to change clothes quickly. Everyone would come out in a few minutes, and everyone would go round after round.

However, in addition to the crowded long queues, another team was also arranged next to the other compartment.

Most of the men and women here have more brilliant and beautiful clothes and makeup, and their figures are even more outstanding. This line is nicknamed the VIP area by the ordinary models next to them. Most of the team are professional models who have won awards in professional model competitions, and the hourly wages are also higher.

Shiina Iori was also dressed up as a very white-faced person, wearing a slender dark gray suit, and her face was so thick that when she lowered her head, she would rub against her clothes.

It’s not that it looks better with makeup like this, but that it’s easier to be photographed.

The light changes in the studio are quite complicated. Only by drawing his face like a ghost can his already outstanding facial features be highlighted.

Otherwise, the light and shadow change will not be obvious, and it will look ordinary and will not have a stunning effect.

After all, I rely on my face to make a living, so how to dress up this face depends on others.

After entering the studio, Shiina Iori took a deep breath and held it.

When the photographer shouted to start, he started moving like an epilepsy, changing his posture rapidly at a speed of two or three postures in a second, and then putting it outside and looking like he was running out of the third mental hospital.

The flash lights in front of them flashed in a row.

Shiina Iori doesn't know if it's a model. Anyway, most of the model jobs he takes are very strict with the physical strength requirements of both staff.

Because with this amount of exercise, it only takes three or four minutes to make ordinary people tired.

"Click! Next."

For about five minutes, Shiina Iori, who had been twitching and changing movements like an epileptic, came out of the closed studio with a big head full of man.

When I came out, I couldn't stop panting.

The weather in April has begun to warm up, and the average temperature can reach 21 or 2 degrees. He is wearing a heavy suit and doing vigorous exercise in a narrow space, which makes him almost steamed.

However, because of the high price of clothing, even though it was so hot that it sweated like a slurry, Shiina Iori did not dare to pull the collar open vigorously, but just carefully unbuttoned the two buttons.

After going out, I picked up my water bottle on the side of the steps and took a deep mouthful.

"call."

This is what makes you come back to life.

"It's very hardworking, Shiina Jun." A hearty and low male voice came from behind.

Shiina Iori turned her head, her cheeks just overwhelmed by the cold mineral water.

He took a half step back and looked alert: "Mr. Koizumi, although I am very handsome and have no girlfriend, I am not good at this."

The man behind him is his modeling agent.

"You guy is really unlovely, without any surprises. Besides, my daughter is three years old..." The tall man took back the mineral water in his hand, opened the bottle cap and took a sip, and sighed, "...I used to be flirting with girls like this, it was obviously quite popular. Times are getting fast!"

"Is this why you never have male friends around you?"

"Don't tell the truth of this horror!"

"It's you who are scary, Mr. Koizumi!"

While complaining, Shiina Iori pulled two pieces of paper from the coffee table next to him to wipe his face.

I applied it casually and it was all the powder.

He looked up at Koizumi.

"Ah, sorry, sorry. I'll find someone to help you make up for it later." Mr. Koizumi smiled and scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, today's round is over. I'll take a break and then prepare to leave." Shiina Iori wiped her face with a wet tissue twice - he never liked the stickiness of the powder on his face, just like he never liked makeup.

"So, is there anything else?"

"Oh, right."

Speaking of serious matters, Eiji Koizumi, who was just smiling, had a graceful expression: "It's about what you said yesterday."

"Shina-kun, why did you resign?" Eiji Koizumi looked at him directly.

"If I remember correctly, Shiina Jun is a second-year student in college and will be in the medical department in the future, and there will be at least four and a half years to go to college."

"If it is because of insufficient hourly wages, we can continue to talk."

"With Shiina Jun's qualifications, I dare not say how much money you can make or how much reputation you get, at least you can finish college with a little extra money in your wallet - and you won't take a lot of time to work..."

"It's just to make more money." Shiina Iori interrupted him casually and changed the subject, "Mr. Koizumi, I'll give you my clothes later, and wait for me to take a break."

"Salary? How high can their hourly salary be?" Koizumi Eiji was still a little unwilling to give up. "The hourly salary of modelers is now 3,500 yen, especially if you have not participated in model competitions, it is not a professional one, but I can also make the decision to increase it to 4,000 yen for you!"

“How much can they give?”

"It's more than ten thousand, probably."

When Shiina Iori speaks, she always unconsciously ignores the fact that the person with the highest hourly wage on the website has only 12,000 an hourly wage.

"Ah...is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Eiji Koizumi looked at him and suddenly turned into pity, and did not continue to talk too much.

He just patted his shoulder with his big hands.

It's like a tacit understanding between men.

Under normal circumstances, only those ‘upper clubs’ can afford this price.

Ordinary people there can't even get in. Even if they sell, their education, appearance, and figure are strictly limited.

It just so happened that it matched Shiina Iori.

Eiji Koizumi sighed and glanced back at him before leaving.

Even the big boy in front of him bears many pressures that outsiders cannot see!

In my impression, Shiina does not smoke or drink, does not waste time on women, has an extraordinary academic ability and is so self-disciplined that it is like a robot.

In other words, is it because of the family?

He thought so.

Shiina Iori sat in the corner, watching Eiji Koizumi go away, drinking water sips apart.

"Don't you explain to Mr. Koizumi?"

Shino Sano, who had just finished taking the photo, walked over with her skirt, spread the hem of the skirt next to him with a punch, and sat down, carefully unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water - she drew lipstick, so she couldn't get it dirty.

"I don't know him." Shiina Iori shook her head.

"Puff." Shino Sano covered her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she smiled, "Mr. Koizumi will be sad."

"If he is sad, I might be happier - is Sano Sano going back now? I borrowed a car from a friend." Shiina Iori turned to look at her.

"Oh? Shiina-kun wants to take me for a ride?" Sano Shino turned his head and showed a fox-like smile again.

"It's just a normal way to carry you." Shiina Iori held her forehead as if she had had enough of her teasing.

In the eyes of others, it seems to be enjoying it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Shizuna-kun." Shino Sano stood up with her skirt, "But I'll have something to do later, so you can go back first."

"Then I'll leave first."

"I must notify me if I have more profitable part-time jobs in the future!"

“Yes, yes.”

After Shiina Iori packed up and went out of the studio, Sano Shino watched him get into a car through the glass window in the waiting area of ​​the studio.

Observing the car's logo and appearance, Shino Sano lowered her head and quickly tapped on her phone a few times, striking her fingernails, and bounced her nails at once:

"Two thousand, almost 25 million. Can college students lent to their classmates to drive this kind of car?

"That kid is actually very rich, right?"
Chapter completed!