The photographer was mesmerized by her beauty. (5.11 increase)
Some people worry that they will be overshadowed if others also wear makeup, so they anxiously reach for their makeup mirror and touch up their makeup again and again to check their appearance.
In the end, amidst the atmosphere of everyone wearing makeup, almost everyone who wasn't wearing makeup got it done with Yufa'er's help.
Meanwhile, upperclassmen watching the live stream from outside the venue sent messages in the chat: "The 'no-makeup game' can start again."
[Place your bet now! Place your bet now! Let's bet on how many points everyone's appearance rating will drop after removing their makeup.]
[Damn it, there are a few obviously ugly girls, they need to get some makeup done! I can definitely spot them!]
When will the analysis post from the "Demon-Revealing Mirror" expert be released? He's so good at reading!
[Anyone with a little makeup knowledge could figure that out themselves... Do you not wear makeup at all?]
【We noble lords don't need makeup! It's only these lowly cabbages we can pick and choose from who need it. They're only good for being picked over; they wouldn't dare choose us! Besides, noble genes are better than commoners'. They all marry beautiful women, and after so many generations of genetic improvement, they're good-looking even without makeup.】
What you say is true. Nobles are generally much more attractive without makeup than commoners; their bone structure alone is far superior. I really don't understand why you don't just go and date nobles.
[Hilarious! Would a nobleman be willing to be played? Even if he were, his family could easily kill us.]
We just like to have fun, not that we like to die!
Taking photos has become a battlefield without gunfire.
Before it was their turn, everyone in the line held a small mirror and looked at themselves, smoothing out every stray strand of hair until it was perfect, and then repeatedly examining every part of themselves.
As they sat down in the chairs for the photo, they tried to tuck their chins in, mentally applying a filter of confidence to themselves, striving to look beautiful. They maintained carefully crafted, polite smiles, but their calves trembled slightly in places not captured by the camera.
When it was Lin Xue's turn, the originally crowded people involuntarily made way for him.
Lin Xue walked to the lens where the light was focused and sat down in a chair.
The "death lighting" that the students had just complained about shone on him, making it as bright as day and illuminating his beauty even more dazzlingly.
However, Lin Xue waited for a long time, but the photographer remained motionless and did not give him any signal to take a picture.
"Can we take the picture now?" Lin Xue smiled at the photographer and asked calmly.
Only then did the photographer snap out of his daze: "Oh! That's enough!"
"Sorry, I was just spacing out."
So beautiful.
As Saint-Lyr's personal photographer, he has photographed every celebrity in the entertainment industry with even a little bit of fame.
Even the most dazzling stars, with their full red carpet looks and meticulous makeup down to the last hair, cannot match his captivating charm at a glance.
Perhaps... only those from the four great families, who are born into noble families and have money and power to rely on, can feel less inferior in front of him?
The photographer, with utmost care, as if taking a once-in-a-lifetime, extremely precious photograph, pressed the shutter button sacredly, like a devout believer witnessing a divine descent and leaving behind a miracle.
Even though he is already a top-notch photographer, he still worries like a novice when faced with such extraordinary beauty, wondering if he can capture its unparalleled charm with his lens.
After carefully taking a few photos, he looked at them several times with a sense of insecurity, and showed them to the other person for review: "I...didn't make you look ugly?"
Lin Xue approached the photographer, almost to the point of breathing, and began to flip through the photos one by one:
"Very well shot."
Do you have a personal preference, or do you like one of them more?
"Either is fine, you decide."
"I think this one is good. It captures a faint smile, yet also conveys a sense of authority and unapproachability."
“But this one is not bad either…” the photographer murmured to Lin Xue. For the first time in so many years, he rediscovered his original passion for photography.
Seek beauty, record beauty, cherish beauty.
This is the ultimate beauty that can be easily captured without any effort.
After taking the photos, you need to go to the changing room to change out of your school uniform.
Everyone resented why St. Mary's was so concerned about student privacy: each student had their own locker room, so even the boys couldn't see Lin Xue changing clothes.
His face made one wonder what lay beneath his layers of clothing.
Many people harbored malicious intent without even realizing it, wanting to know if his physique wasn't as good as his face. This way, they could regain a sense of superiority over Lin Xue.
Lin Xue took the locker room key and opened her own locker room.
Saint-Lia's black high-necked military-style dress features concealed buttons on the front, fastened from the inside. Leg rings are also used to secure the stockings, making them quite inconvenient to change.
Before he could even change out of his school uniform, he heard the sound of fists hitting flesh outside the room.
"Mind your own business!" "Ugh, so annoying! My rating was definitely going to be high, but because of him, it's going to drop several places!"
The one who was beaten was Yufar.
Lin Xue opened the door, and the people who were still secretly beating people scattered like birds and beasts when they saw Lin Xue arrive.
A motley crew, they didn't even dare let others see them beating someone.
Yufar was knocked to the ground and struggled to his feet. He was like a bird that had just hatched from its shell, about to fall over even as he stood up.
He was actually originally a large bird.
Lin Xue didn't want to get involved in Youfa'er's affairs. This man wanted to save all the poor, but with his abilities, he simply couldn't do it; he would only drag himself into the abyss. He was a huge problem.
However, he was stopped. "Excuse me, could you stop for a moment?"
Lin Xue ignored her and continued walking into the room.
However, Yufa'er stood in the doorway of Lin Xuele's locker room, blocking his way and preventing him from passing.
Who knows how this person, who had just been beaten to a pulp, managed to grab his clothes so quickly.
When I was being beaten just now, why wasn't he so domineering?
"What's wrong? Is there something you need?" Lin Xue turned around impatiently.
Yufar said earnestly, as if he were a missionary handing out leaflets, "I know your identity is not ordinary."
"You must be a powerful being who came here from another world?"
Have you ever considered working with me to build a better world?
"If it were you, you could definitely do it easily..."
"Too lazy to think about it."
"The world I'm planning to build is truly wonderful... Everyone is equal, and everyone can live a happy life..."
Lin Xue pointed to the bruises and scars scattered across Youfa'er's face: "And then, you got beaten up every day?"
Seeing that handsome face turned into such a pig's head, it was hard not to laugh. Luckily, Lin Xue had received professional training.
Yufar smiled sheepishly, clearly embarrassed that his kindness had not been reciprocated.
"They just want a better life. Don't blame them; they're just victims of oppression in this world." Even after being beaten, Yufar still speaks up for them. He's like a big, stupid pig that's been sold into slavery, yet still runs into a pot of boiling water to cook itself, then picks up a ladle to scoop a spoonful of pork hock soup for a customer.
"So you're putting yourself in danger?"
“They have now become the perpetrators.” Lin Xue couldn’t understand You Fa’er’s logic at all.
"Greed, jealousy, resentment. These are people you should avoid."
“If you continue to help them, you will also be tainted by their sinful karma.” Lin Xue could not understand You Fa’er’s logic at all.
"Are you really making people happier by helping those who don't wear makeup?"
"To those you help, you are an angel who saves them."
"But to others, you are a demon that brings them greater competition."
"When you help those who don't wear makeup, have you ever thought that those who do wear makeup might be pushed aside?"
"Aren't those who prepare in advance and try to improve their scores by putting on makeup in order to get a good result in the competition innocent?"
"Why should they get the same score as those who don't realize how fierce the competition is, grit their teeth and don't wear makeup, and only borrow makeup tools at the last minute?"
“There was originally a gap between them, but you forcibly changed them to the same level.”
"Is it true that people with different abilities should receive the same score? Is that happiness and fairness?"
"This is a game where everyone can only get one piece of cake."
"Right now, you're just taking a slice of the cake from those who have a slight advantage and putting it on the plate of those who are at the bottom, so that those at the bottom can live a little better."
"What happened to those who had a slight advantage? They fell from grace."
"This world always needs unfortunate people to highlight the good fortune of the lucky ones."
"There are always people ranked lower to highlight the excellence of those ranked higher."
“But even so, I want everyone to be happy.” Yufar radiated the glow of a saint.
"You can't make them all happy."
"No matter how much people comfort themselves with inspirational quotes, saying that even if they don't succeed, they've already become the best version of themselves, they'll still be at a disadvantage in the competition, lack good material conditions, and be constrained in every way."
"Can happiness be defined by being restricted in even material conditions, unable to do the work you want or the things you don't want to do, according to your own wishes?"
"The hierarchy is not created by exploiters to exploit the lower class; it is something that humans are born with. People believe that their genes are superior to those of others and that they deserve better treatment than others... People at the bottom do not oppose the hierarchy itself, but only oppose not being in a higher position."
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