In this way, with Ming Xiaoyu fishing for three days and two days of drying the Internet, the lively January left everyone with the Spring Festival and a lot of girls who wanted to feed Ming Xiaoyu.

After February, the popularity brought to Mingyu by the special issue of "Contemplative Dao" is still growing steadily. Zhao Rui even sighed a few days ago: "Xiao Yu, although your popularity speed is far less than that of He Chaoman, Luocheng, a person who was made famous by Xi Ze, is really popular with others, but compared with others, you are really popular too quickly!"

you do not say!

In just half a year, Ming Rui has gone from an ordinary third-tier model who needs to follow a lot of models to the most popular second-tier model in China. This is even Ming Rui's self-confidence. Recently, Zhao Rui has received many endorsement invitations from domestic first-tier brands and cover invitations from some magazines, which all explains-

Mingyu is no longer the unknown little model, and can even be regarded as a first-line model.

To be honest, whether it is the fashion circle in China or the entertainment circle, fans are not very sensitive to the senses of the first-tier and second-tier lines.

Fans only need to like their idols. Paying attention to this person, love this person, and giving for this person is all about them.

Of course, there is still a big difference between top models and first-line models. Those who can make it on the world supermodel rankings are definitely top models, but those who can't make it also have some supermodels with ordinary qualifications and average popularity, and they can barely be considered top-notch.

Then why has Ming Xiaoyu now surpassed the number of first-line models on Weibo and official website fans? Moreover, his income has not been low in the past six months, but he cannot be considered a first-line model with a steady calculation?

Because simile has not yet appeared on the cover of a first-line magazine.

The eight first-tier magazines in China are all monthly magazines, and even each has its own sub-categorized magazines such as jewelry, clothing, sports cars, etc. Total, about dozens of first-tier magazines will be sold every month. On the cover of a first-tier magazine, whether it is the main magazine or the supplement - this is the watershed between the first-tier and the second-tier.

On New Year's Eve, Zhao Rui knew that Mingyu's parents died early and had no support, so he took the initiative to invite him to his home for a reunion dinner. When Mingyu arrived with a gift, he saw Zhao Rui's parents, Zhao Rui, and... Zhou Weizhuo as soon as he opened the door.

After a moment of stunnedness, a smile flashed through Mingyu's eyes. He looked at Zhao Rui meaningfully, and said, "Brother Zhao, Happy New Year!" After a pause, the young man smiled slightly and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, why is Sister Wei here?"

Zhao Rui was stunned when he heard this, and then subconsciously asked, "Why isn't Awei here?"

After hearing this, Mingyu nodded clearly and did not ask any more questions.

After a few people had dinner, Zhao Rui showed some of the recent announcements to Mingyu, and happily told him: "At present, two first-line magazines have invited you to serve as the cover characters of their March issue, one is "Lanka" and the other is "Character", you can choose any one."

When Zhao Rui said this, he looked happy and his face was red, and he was obviously very happy. Mingyu realized: "Brother Zhao, so no matter which magazine I choose, as long as the March issue of this magazine came out, I can be considered a first-line?"

Zhao Rui was stunned when he heard this, looked at Ming Xiaoyu several times in surprise, and finally couldn't help saying, "Xiaoyu, you are really the most frank model I have ever seen. Shouldn't you express very modestly at this time that you like it very much, and it's hard to make a choice no matter which magazine it is? Is it really okay to express our ambitions so brightly?"

After hearing this, before Mingyu could speak, Zhou Weizhuo, who had brought fruits on the side, smiled and said, "Ming Xiaoyu treats you as her own person. That's it. As long as you accept the invitation from any of "Lanka" and "Character", Mingyu has officially entered the front line. What's the embarrassment to speak?"

After putting the fruit on the coffee table, Zhou Weizhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "I just said it directly, choose "Character". Recently, "Character" has been very strong. Chen Rongchen just cleaned up the magazine's internal affairs a few months ago. Their new lineup is very strong, so of course you have to choose "Character" and not "Lanka".

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui said, "Hey, how bad is it for you to let others hear it?"

Zhou Weizhuo spread his hands: "Who else is here except you and Mingyu?"

As soon as this was done, Zhao Rui finally stopped hiding and laughed: "That's it! We will soon become a first-line model! Simile, I really didn't expect you to grow to this point so quickly. It's so great! Yes, let's choose "Character"! Behind "Lanka", there are people from their Lanka company holding shares, let's go to "Character"!"

After chatting for a while, Zhao Rui took Mingyu to the bottom of the building and stopped a car for him to take him back.

When Mingyu entered the back seat of the car, Zhao Rui suddenly realized that Mingyu was 18 years old this year. After his birthday, Mingyu could take the driver's license test, so he instructed Mingyu about it.

No matter which world or city you are in, New Year's Eve is always the most peaceful and peaceful moment in the imperial capital.

There are no more congested vehicles on the road. Mingyu sat in the back seat of the taxi, leaning back slightly on the soft and elastic backrest, and looking at the bizarre night view of the city outside the window with her eyes freely.

The colorful neon lights rendered the steel city into a sea of ​​lights, red, purple, yellow, green, and various colors gathered together, forming a strange beauty, which made the simile unable to help but marvel at this optical beauty formed by coincidence.

Zhao Rui's home is still a distance from Muse's apartment. From one end of the city to the other, on such a quiet and cold winter night, the simile that had been in this world for half a year had been feeling a long-lost feeling.

Without thinking too much, he silently lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, browsed the posts of his fans in the official forum, and sometimes he also went to check out the messages of his fans on his Weibo.

These words shine into the clear eyes of the boy through the cold screen, which is also a kind of warmth.

When I arrived at the entrance of the community, it was inconvenient to get in a taxi, so Mingyu got out of the car and entered the community alone.

Walking alone on the quiet and dark path, the tall and handsome boy put his hands in his pocket of his coat, looked down at the pebbles on the ground, and walked forward slowly.

Although the weather has warmed up, it is still a little cold when it comes to night. The hot air exhaled from Mingyu has formed white mist in the cold air, but he did not deliberately speed up his pace and entered the house early, but moved forward step by step at a slow speed.

When he walked to the gate of the apartment, Mingyu's cheeks were already a little red from cold. At this moment, he seemed to feel the cold weather, so he quickly accelerated his pace and brushed the access control into the house.

After swiping the first access control, Mingyu quickly walked to the second access control site, but this time he had just taken out the second sensing card when he suddenly heard a low and mellow voice sound from behind: "I'm back so late, have you eaten?"

Mingyu opened her eyes wide in surprise and turned around to look reflexively.

Everything is no different from what three months ago!

It was still this man who suddenly appeared behind him and still spoke suddenly.

The surprised eyes were gathered on Xi Ze for a long time. After a while, Mingyu curled the corners of her lips and asked helplessly: "You are actually quite scary like this, Xi Ze."

***

The configuration of Muse Apartment is actually very good in the imperial capital.

Mingyu was assigned to an apartment with a third-tier model treatment, which was only about 50 square meters in size, but living alone did not seem crowded at all, but it was just right.

After Mingyu invited Xi Ze into the house, he went into the kitchen to pour water for the other party. Mingyu remembered Xi Ze's paranoid cleanliness, so when he brought the water out this time, he specially prepared several clean tissues for the other party. Unexpectedly, before he handed the tissue over, Xi Ze took out a clean square parcel from his pocket and wiped it carefully.

Metaphor: “…………………”

Forced himself to ignore the snake sperm disease, Mingyu took a sip of hot water and said, "Brother Zhao invited me to his house for dinner tonight, so I came back a little late. But Xi Ze, why did you suddenly come to me? Is there anything wrong? You should tell me in advance on the phone."

Since he had already recognized this friend, Mingyu naturally treated Xi Ze with the same attitude towards Zhao Rui, Luo Ru and others.

After carefully wiping for about a minute, Xi Ze put down the cup with satisfaction and threw the square trash can into the trash can next to the coffee table. In the disgusting look of Mingyu's "_", Xi Ze raised his head and said, "It's nothing big. I just thought that you might have dinner alone on New Year's Eve, so I'm going to come and get a table with you."

When Mingyu heard this, his first reaction was not to be moved, but to raise his eyebrows and said, "Have you checked my information?"

Xi Zeze calmly curled his lips and asked, "Didn't this information be written on your official website?"

Metaphor: "…"

Ming Xiaoyu pk Xi Shen, Ming Xiaoyu k·o!

Helplessly spreading his hands, Mingyu said, "Okay, then I have to thank you for your concern. But what disappoints you is that I don't cook. Let's do this. If you haven't eaten yet, let's go downstairs to the next coffee shop, maybe they are not closed yet."

"They're closed."

Metaphor: "?"

Xi Ze raised his eyes calmly: "After I finished eating, they closed the door."

Metaphor: “…………………”

After a moment, Mingyu couldn't help asking, "...Didn't you just say that you want to come and have a table with me?"

Looking at the boy's expression of "Are you kidding?", a smile flashed in Xi Ze's dark and deep eyes. He spread his hands helplessly, and said with a look of being abandoned by someone, "I'm waiting for you for ten... After an hour, I guess you may not be able to catch up with the meal order, so I went to eat something first."

Metaphor: “……………………………”
Chapter completed!