Idol trainee super foreign style

In the backcourt of the Dior show, Mu Ziyang was preparing nervously. This was the first time in his life that he walked out of the opening show.

Suddenly, a man held his shoulders, leaned into his ear and said, "Let's have dinner together tonight." This man's name is William, and he is a well-known designer.Nine out of ten men in this circle are gay, Mu Ziyang knows exactly what this sentence implies.

"Sorry, I have something to do tonight." He refused coldly.

Unexpectedly, the man hugged him shamelessly, which made Mu Ziyang extremely disgusted. He immediately raised his fist and punched William on the bridge of the nose, followed by a scuffle.Although Mu Ziyang was very skilled, he was accidentally scratched in the face by William.The show was about to start, but there was a wound on his face, and the makeup artist was about to cry.

"That's it, it looks pretty." Mu Ziyang said while looking in the mirror.

"Is it really possible?"

"Yes, trust me." Mu Ziyang smiled at the young lady in the mirror, got up and left.

"Wow, how can you be so handsome. You are still handsome with a disfigured face." The young lady murmured to herself while clutching her chest.

That show basically became the textbook of the show. The wound on Mu Ziyang's face and his evil smile are like walking hormones.But after the peak, Mu Ziyang also offended William, and never took over the job again, until one day a lady surnamed Qin found him.

"Do you want to be a star?" Ordinary people say this to Mu Ziyang, and he will probably call him crazy.But Mu Ziyang believed in this woman, not a girl.

People are divided into three classes, six classes, and nine classes. When Mu Ziyang saw Qin Ling for the first time, he knew that she belonged to the master.With a good face and exquisite clothing, one looks like a rich person. If a rich person says this, he usually has this ability. The key is why it is him.

"I'm not suitable for this job." Mu Ziyang still refused, the entertainment circle is more chaotic than the fashion circle.

"Do you have any other options?"

Mu Ziyang was stunned. He really had no other choice. The reason why he didn't look for a job was that he couldn't leave the stage. He missed the feeling of being stared at by everyone.

"But what if I'm not suitable?"

"You must be suitable."

"How do you know, you know me better than my mother?"

"I checked your information and found that you know several musical instruments."

"There are more than one billion people in China, and there are many people who can play musical instruments, but there are not many celebrities."

"There are many people who can play musical instruments, but not many are handsome."

This sentence can be said to have reached Mu Ziyang's heart. He has always been a very narcissistic person, and he is very confident in his appearance.

"I promise you, do you need me to prepare anything?"

"No, just sign it." Qin Ling took out a contract from her bag.

"It's pretty well prepared." Mu Ziyang wrote his name on the contract with a swipe of a pen. After all, so much paper is a contract of sale, and he has signed countless such contracts.

"Don't you need to read the contract, are you afraid that I will lie to you?"

"You can tell from your clothes that you don't bother to lie."

"You're good at judging people." Qin Ling said, "But it's stipulated in the contract that the trainees will only be paid [-] yuan a month, but I will be responsible for all the training fees. There is no way that the company has just established funds. a little nervous."

Mu Ziyang suddenly felt as if he had boarded a pirate ship, "Let me say goodbye to my family first."

"of course."