man in tokyo, professional boyfriend

Chapter 7 [007] That kid seems to be rich

"Okay, look at the camera."

"Look a little higher."

"Yes, keep this position."

"The next step is to start switching positions quickly."

In the dressing room, fully dressed models lined up sparsely outside the photo booth. Some people took off half of their clothes by the door, waiting for new clothes to be delivered quickly. Everyone was in and out in a few minutes. One trip, all round after round.

However, in addition to the crowded long queue, there was another squad on the side of the other compartment.

Most of the men and women here are more beautiful in their clothes and makeup, and their bodies are more prominent - this column is dubbed the VIP area by the ordinary models next to it in private. Most of the team members are professional models who have won awards in professional modeling competitions. Hourly wages are also higher.

Shiina Iori was also dressed up as a full white face, wearing a slender dark gray suit, and the makeup on her face was so thick that it would rub against her clothes when she lowered her head.

It's not that makeup looks better this way, but that it's easier to be photographed this way.

The light changes in the studio are more complicated. Only by painting his face like a ghost can he easily highlight his already excellent facial features.

Otherwise, the change of light and shadow will not be obvious, and it will be unremarkable when looking at it, and it will not have a stunning effect.

After all, it depends on the face to eat. How to dress this face depends on others.

Entering the studio, Iori Shiina took a deep breath and held her breath.

When the photographer started shouting, his whole body moved like an epilepsy, changing his posture at a speed of two or three postures per second, and when he put it outside, it was estimated that he ran out of the third mental hospital.

The flash in front of me flickered wildly.

Iori Shiina doesn't know if all models are like this. Anyway, in the jobs he takes on, most of the modeling jobs have very strict physical requirements on both sides of the staff.

Because with this kind of exercise, it only takes three to four minutes to make ordinary people lie down.

"Crack! Next."

About 5 minutes in total, Shiina Iori, who was twitching and changing movements like a sheep, came out of the closed studio with a big head.

I couldn't stop gasping when I came out.

The weather in April has started to warm up, and now the average temperature can reach 21 degrees. Wearing a heavy suit and doing strenuous exercise in a narrow space, he is so stuffy that he can almost steam.

However, due to the high price of clothing, Shiina Iori didn't dare to pull the collar off vigorously, even though it was so hot that she was sweating like a puddle, she just unbuttoned the two buttons carefully.

After going out, he picked up his water bottle on the edge of the steps and took a sip.

"call."

That's what comes alive.

"It's very hard work, Shiina-kun." A hearty low male voice came from behind.

Shiina Iori turned her head back, her cheeks just being held up by the cold mineral water.

He took a half step back with a wary look on his face: "Mr. Koizumi, although I'm handsome and don't have a girlfriend, I'm not good at this."

The man behind him is the agent of his modeling work.

"You're really not cute, there are no surprises at all. 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, sighing, "I used to tease like this before. When I was younger, I was quite popular. Times are changing so fast!"

"Is that why you haven't had any male friends by your side?"

"Don't tell this horrible truth!"

"It's you who is terrifying, Mr. Koizumi!"

While complaining, Shiina Iori took two pieces of paper from the coffee table next to her to wipe her face.

Just wipe it, the powder is spent.

He looked up at Koizumi.

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

"It's okay, today's round is over, I'll take a break and I'm ready to go." Shiina Iori wiped his face with a wet tissue - he never liked the sticky feeling of lumps on his face. , like he's always been a big fan of makeup.

"So, is there anything else?"

"right."

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

"Shina-kun, why are you resigning?" Koizumi Eiji looked at him directly.

"If I remember correctly, Shiina Juncai is a second-year university student, and in the future, he will go to the medical department, and there are at least four and a half years of university to study."

"If it's because of the lack of hourly wages, we can absolutely continue to talk."

"With your qualifications, Shiina-kun, I can't say how much money you will earn and how much fame you will gain. At least you will be able to finish university while still having enough money in your wallet -- and your work won't take a lot of time."

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

"Wages? How high can their hourly wages be?" Koizumi Eiji was still a little unwilling to give up, "Now the model's hourly salary of [-] yen is not low, especially since you haven't participated in modeling competitions, you are not a professional, but I I can also make it up to [-] yen for you!”

"How much can they give?"

"More than 1, probably."

When Shiina Iori spoke, he always unconsciously ignored the fact that the highest hourly salary on the site was only [-] per hour.

"Ah is that so?"

Hearing this, Eiji Koizumi's eyes suddenly turned from puzzlement to pity, and did not continue to talk much.

Just patted his shoulder with a big hand.

Like a tacit understanding between men.

At this price, under normal circumstances, only those 'upper clubs' can afford it.

Ordinary people can't even get in there. Even if they sell it, they strictly limit their education, appearance, and body shape.

It just so happened that Iori Shiina met.

Koizumi Eiji sighed and glanced back at him before leaving.

Even on the shoulders of the big boy in front of him, there is a lot of pressure that outsiders can't see!
In my impression, Shiina doesn't smoke or drink, he doesn't waste time on women, his academic ability is superior to ordinary people, and his self-discipline is like a robot.

In other words, is it a family reason?
He thought so.

Iori Shiina sat in the corner, watching Koizumi Eiji go away, drinking water without a sip.

"Aren't you going to explain to Mr. Koizumi?"

Sano Shino, who had just finished taking the photo, came over with her skirt, spread out her skirt and sat down beside him, carefully unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of saliva - she painted lipstick and couldn't get it dirty.

"I'm not familiar with him." Shiina Iori shook her head.

"Pfft." Sano Sinon covered her mouth, her brows and eyes curved, and she smiled, "Mr. Koizumi will be sad."

"If he's sad, I might be a little happier--Is Sano-san 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 Sinon turned her head and showed that fox-like smile again.

"It's just an ordinary ride for you." Shiina Iori raised her forehead as if fed up with her molesting.

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

"Thank you for your kindness, Shiina-kun." Sano Sinon stood up, holding on to her skirt, "But I have something to do in a while, so you can go back first."

"Then I'll go first."

"Be sure to notify me of more profitable part-time jobs in the future!"

"Yes Yes."

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

Observing the logo and shape of the car, Sinon Sano lowered her head, tapped a few times on her phone, and flicked her fingernails.

"Two thousand, almost twenty-five million. Can a college student lend a classmate to drive this kind of car?"

"That boy, is he really rich?"

Sano Sinon fell into deep thought.

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