Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Don't mention Cong Nianwei's joy, pull a small hole with a small rake, and a clam will be turned out.

Black clams, flying clams, clams, noodles, hairy clams, and so on, all went into Cong Nianwei's plastic bag. By the time she stood up from the sand rubbing her sour waist, only a small gap at sea level was left in the setting sun. Qin Guan and several of them had already begun to close.

Cong Nianwei's face was already red with the sun, jumping up and down, carrying a small bag of freshly baked clams, and ran in front of several people.

Li Jian sighed, "Cong Nianwei, what kind of book do you still study? Selling seafood can also feed yourself."

Qin Guan cares about his girlfriend: "His face is so red, don't get sunburned. When you go back to wash your face, apply some oil and make an ice pack."

Cong Nianwei nodded and was carried back home after sitting on the third round of Qin Guanxiao's back bucket.

Cong Nianwei divided the harvested seafood in two portions, and even gave crabs and clams to Qin Guan. Waving his boyfriend happily ran into the building.

Why don't you ask Zhou Jing and Li Jian? The two of them are not Cong Nianwei's boyfriends, who cares about them.

The two who left in grievance were hit with two small crosses.

Both of them had fresh clam noodles and spicy fried crab that night.

The next day, Cong Nianwei did not appear again, because the result had already been guessed by Qin Guan, and Cong Nianwei's skin was slightly burnt.

At that time in 1999, sun protection had not begun to become popular. Cong Nianwei exposed to the sun all afternoon, and the straw hat alone was not useful. (Friendly reminder, you must wipe sunscreen when you go to the beach)

She stayed at home for a week without leaving the house before she eased her skin back.

When the end of July arrived, through Cong Nianwei's rush to the sea, the three people sold small fish baskets with a small wire rake, which was quite interesting and sold well.

This has brought a little profit to several people. At the end of the month, each person's net income has reached 3ooo yuan.

By the time Qin Guan leaves in the middle of next month, Zhou Jing and Li Jian's income will be higher.

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The August New Face Model Contest is a top-level competition for the selection of new model models hosted by the China Art Photography Society, the Chinese Portrait Photography Society, and the New Face Education Media.

This event is aimed at those who have been trained by professional modeling agencies (including students in college uniforms and watch majors) are relatively professional newcomers in the industry.

If you want to rate this event, its comprehensive rating can reach B+ in domestic events.

Sister Xue attaches great importance to this game, and just called Qin Guan every day after August, making him uncomfortable.

Qin Guan felt that she should go back to school in advance to prepare for the poor remarks on Sister Xue's phone.

When he returned, he reported to Teacher Li and Sister Xue.

Sister Xue must first tell the basic rules of the contest to Qin Guan. You can't let this kid play with a black eye, right?

Sister Xue held a competition guide and Qin Guan introduced: "This new face model contest is divided into four parts: local sea election, local finals, national rematch and national finals."

When Qin Guan listened to this event, it seemed that it would stretch for a long period of time, and he was a little hesitant. Sister Xue saw his thoughts and filmed fearing that the material said: "The local finals will be decided during the holidays. As for the semi-finals and the national finals, It’s all happening.

"The arrangement of the competition system is not full. You will reappear when there is a competition and you will not be able to delay the class."

"Furthermore, are you going to participate in the national finals? Where did you come from with such confidence! Anyway, let's talk about the local finals first!"

Sister Xue hated her teeth, and many newcomers rubbed their hands on this competition. Qin Guan alone, the uncle, was too distracted!

Sister Xue opened the information and continued to say: “The age requirements for registration: women under 22 years old and men under 24 years old; height: women 17ocbsp; 2. Physical and mental health, well-balanced figure and proper facial features;

3. Master basic T-stage performance skills and pre-camera performance skills;"

"You are absolutely in compliance with these conditions. As for the registration information, you fill out this "application form" and then give me a copy of my ID card. As for your photo and background information, I will prepare it for you Right."

Qin nodded and got up to fill in the information. Sister Xue suddenly seemed to remember something and asked: "Hey, Qin Guan, do you have any talent?"

Qin Guan froze and asked, "Which one?"

"Well, vocal music, dance, instrumental music, etc., it's not very important to calculate this, it is estimated that it will be used in the finals." Sister Xue shook her head hopelessly.

Qin Guan returned: "There is a bit of talent, does social dance count?"

Sister Xue was a little surprised to hear this and returned: "Okay, I will find a teacher to give you special training before the final. You fill in the application first, and I will get you a picture."

When Qin Guan finished filling out the materials, he fell into a deep special training.

In mid-August, the sun of the capital is poisonous, and the new face model contest, today is the deadline for registration.

The little assistant of the organizing committee of the metropolitan area is busy scorching his head.

He didn't take a long breath until he filed all the profile photos of the model.

Several assistants held thick contestant materials and knocked on the door of the judges' office in the preliminary round.

In front of the small conference table, there were four judges in the preliminary competition. The assistants separated the materials of the male and female models on the table. After briefing the four judges, they left the door.

The four people looked at the two distinct piles of information on the desktop, and one of them spoke first: "This is the preliminary match for the new face. The few of us were called to walk through the scenes. I think you two form a group. One The group is responsible for male models, and the group responsible for female models?"

The youngest of the four supported his glasses and agreed: "I have no opinion, I listen to Teacher He."

The other two nodded without objection. The four of them looked at the desktop again. Teacher He dragged the thickest of the two stacks of materials, flipped over two pages, and smiled a little: "It really is a female model. Statistics here, the new face contest in Dusai Registration for the preliminary round: 286 copies of female models and 82 copies of male models."

Teacher He pushed the model's information back to the table, and then pulled the male model's information, and said to everyone: "Don't blame me for relying on the old and the old. I am too old to be a judge. "

When the other three heard Teacher He's words, they all scolded in their hearts: Old Fox.

The judges in the preliminary round were a thankless job.