From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… … Jenny and the others are discussing going to the movies together tomorrow night. Do you want to come along?”

“This summer's movie list is a bit boring. I don't have anything I'm really looking forward to. Which one are they planning to see?”

“'Gladiator'. I heard it's very good. Joaquin Phoenix is very sexy in it.”

“Ahhh, I've heard about it too.”

“I'm really looking forward to 'Mission: Impossible 2' right now. The trailer looks really good.”

Chatter, chatter, the school in the early morning is like countless larks gathering together to sing. Walking along the way, you can capture all kinds of conversations. The faces full of collagen are still filled with expectations for life.

However, that's not everyone.

A small group of rebellious kids are wielding the spirit of rock, goth, and punk, protecting themselves with layers of smoky makeup and afros, using all their strength to resist the world and express their anger.

Then, a figure rushed through the crowd like a whirlwind, heading for their locker. Before they could even stand still, groups of girls gathered around. No words were needed; a single glance was enough—

“Is it out yet?”

“It's out.”

“Ahhh, ah!”

Screams, a bustling surge.

Madeleine Box didn't keep them in suspense any longer. She pulled a magazine out of her backpack and casually stuffed the backpack into her locker. But she was extremely careful with the magazine in her hand, treating it like a treasure. All eyes were on it.

“GQ,” this was what they had been waiting for.

Because this issue of the magazine featured Brad Pitt's groom fashion special; plus, with Hugh Jackman as the cover figure, it had already become a hot topic among twelfth-grade girls before its release.

Now, finally!

“Ah!”

One or two covered their mouths, unable to restrain themselves any longer, gushing over the handsome Wolverine, and vowing to go to the cinema to watch “X-Men,” their hearts almost bursting.

First Hugh Jackman, then Brad Pitt.

The girls were extremely excited, screaming and jumping, cheering and stomping their feet, using all their strength to express their happiness. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. The class bell rang, and the friends could only temporarily suppress their excitement and agreed to continue gushing over this issue of the magazine after class, reluctantly turning around and heading towards the classroom with light steps.

Madeleine's first class today was math. She quickly packed her textbooks and magazine, rushing to the classroom, taking a seat before the teacher arrived, panting, her heart pounding like a drum.

But there was no time to catch her breath. She pulled out the magazine again, placed it under the math textbook, and secretly began to flip through it—

Just a little while. Just a little while.

Who could resist Hugh Jackman and Brad Pitt?

I have to admire that the suit special in this issue of the magazine was really well planned, perfectly showcasing the elegance and chic of men, every cell in the body was screaming.

Madeleine knew that she had repeatedly looked at the same set of photos five times, but she still couldn't help but continue to flip through them, searching for details in the photos, and then began to study the brands of suits, accessories, and other objects, unable to help but sigh.

“How can it be so good-looking?”

Wait.

Carelessly, Madeleine flipped a few extra pages while turning the page. What came into view was another suit and another face. She glanced at it inadvertently, then flipped back again, continuing to look at Brad, but her fingertips couldn't help but pause, her thoughts slightly stunned.

Hmm?

There was only a vague impression in her mind, but her fingertips flipped back again as if possessed, and the surging emotions calmed down briefly.

A little curiosity, a little excitement.

The exquisite coated paper appeared delicate and clear. The figure on the paper stood at a red light intersection, with a skateboard under his feet and wearing a suit, but the buttons of the three-piece suit were open, the tie was untied, appearing casual and free, his hair was wet with sweat, obviously wearing a suit but exuding unrestrainedness and flamboyance from head to toe, and the moment he looked back was captured by the film.

At that moment, time also completely froze.

Madeleine's brain buzzed.

Just now, it was this glance, this look back, as if breaking the shackles of the paper, so vividly and deeply looking into her eyes, she didn't even have time to see the face clearly, and the shimmering blue with a golden halo was left in her mind, and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

A suit, indeed a suit, but completely without the temperament of a suit in her memory.

A suit paired with sneakers and a skateboard, so bold and so unconventional, yet vaguely revealing a kind of harmony, the collision of sparks was thrilling.

Heh.

Madeleine just stood there in a daze.

Her brain was blank. Hugh Jackman and Brad Pitt were all forgotten. The whole world and the whole mind only had the figure in front of her. Obviously it was a photo, obviously it was a static picture, but it was so vivid, and the exuberant vitality penetrated the paper and came to her face.

A moment of stunning beauty.

It turned out that the sun could be so gentle, even overshadowed by a person.

It turned out that a suit could be so chic, showing a completely different face after breaking free from shackles and taboos.

Carefully, quietly, Madeleine just looked at this photo, possessed and distracted. She even forgot to flip through other photos, just staying in place, time losing its meaning at this moment.

Instinctively, Madeleine looked for the model's name in the corner, her heart contracting sharply. She was a little worried, what if there was no name?

Magazines often do this; models have no names; they are just clothes racks.

“Madeleine!”

Not seen, not found, Madeleine was very flustered.

“Madeleine Box!”

The voice exploded like a thunderclap.

Madeleine suddenly pulled herself out, and when she looked up, she saw the angry expression on the face of her math teacher, Ms. Wendy Blumberg.

Crap.

Madeleine tried to hide the magazine, but obviously she had missed the opportunity. Wendy Blumberg stretched out her right hand.

“Give me the magazine. You go to the principal's office now.”

Madeleine wailed, “Ms. Blumberg…”

But the teacher didn't give her a chance, “Immediately. Don't make me say it a second time.”

Madeleine's shoulders slumped, handing over the magazine, dragging her heavy steps towards the principal's office. She didn't expect that she would still have to go to the principal's office when she was about to graduate. What was even worse was her “GQ”!

She didn't know if Ms. Blumberg would return the magazine to her after class.

She hadn't finished reading it yet!

Who exactly was that man!

Just thinking about this, Madeleine couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Creak.

Pushing open the door of the principal's office, there was already a girl sitting at the door waiting. It was estimated that there were other children talking in the office, and they needed to queue up, but Madeleine didn't care about this.

But rather—

“Is that 'GQ'?”

Fourth update.