Chapter 45 Chapter 45 I ordered a male model and found the former school idol...
Waiter, waiter.
The former reminds people of a nimble girl holding a tray in a restaurant with very steady arms, while the latter often makes people taste a hint of ambiguity from the name.
What can men serve women?
Due to the stereotypes that have been formed in society over the years, ordinary boys rarely choose this profession.
But it’s a different story when you’re in Yijing Club.
The selection of male waiters here requires academic qualifications, appearance, and special skills, which is comparable to a small talent show interview. Even though many people know that this job is not particularly clean, they are still attracted by the high rewards.
What's more, some girls use the offer from Yijing as proof of their beauty and secretly show off on social platforms, which will attract the envy and admiration of many young boys.
This shows how famous its name is!
Fang Mu had never thought of making a living from this before.
However, due to bad luck and life pressures, he wandered for a long time and finally made enough mental preparations. He sent his resume to Yijing and luckily passed the layers of screening and successfully got the job.
But where there are men, there are calculations.
There are so many men in Yijing, it’s impossible for him to fit in easily, right?
On the first and second days, the old waiters huddled together and squeezed him out, so he could only stand in the corner of the corridor or at the door of the toilet all day;
During the first week, he was eliminated from the selection process due to being too nervous. His colleagues mocked him in the dressing room.
In the first month, his Adam's apple strap broke while he was singing. He quickly pulled his collar to prevent himself from exposing himself, but the manager didn't care whether someone had tampered with the salary or not and directly deducted his salary to half of the basic salary.
And today, someone was called to the private room again.
Fang Mu, having undergone rigorous training, approached the private room with his colleagues, maintaining his demeanor, his makeup meticulously applied, his smile precise. He lowered his eyes respectfully toward the richly textured carpet, afraid to look directly at it and risk offending some distinguished guest. He silently prayed for good luck today.
"Number 7 raised his eyes."
He didn't bother to catch the familiar feeling that came to his ears along with the sound, and immediately obeyed the order.
Just one glance and he was stunned where he was.
Memories from a few years ago flashed back rapidly in Fang Mu's mind: the sunlight filtering through the shade of the trees, the waving hands through the window, the collisions while queuing for food... They all merged into one, leaving only her smiling face.
She seemed to have not changed much, yet seemed to have a more stable aura.
I have fallen into this state...
Even if we were to meet again, how could it be today, here?
Fang Mu looked away in embarrassment.
"Hey, number 7 looks a lot like a friend of mine. Including number 7, let's keep all six I ordered."
He heard the sound and looked, only to recognize Song Weirui sitting on the other side.
It seems that this is not a dream.
He thought.
He no longer cared about the jealous looks the other waiters secretly gave him.
He was just a little embarrassed and a little relieved: after going around in circles, he met her, who was successful and famous. Could it be that the two of them were really destined to be together?
Wen Qingyang doesn't have face blindness.
When Song Weirui tapped her and asked her to look quickly, she saw Fang Mu in the crowd.
If you order a male model at the club and it turns out to be your former school idol and first love, anyone would feel complicated, right?
Sure enough, for a man, it is better to talk to Sister Wang about his inner thoughts than to accompany a woman to grow up. A strong wind blows down a sycamore tree, and money can be used to unbutton boxer briefs!
If you are so snobbish, you will eventually become nothing more than a waiter.
Logically speaking, Fang Mu came from a scholarly family, and his family background was much better than hers and Song Weirui's when he was in high school.
His mother is a physics teacher and his father is a bank clerk. They are not very rich, but at least they can live a carefree life at Jiashui No. 1 Middle School.
Wen Qingyang was completely unprepared to meet him here today, but he didn't care much.
It’s probably the story of a little man who indulged in self-degradation!
"Sister, are you too tired from work?" Boy No. 3 was quite considerate and approached Song Weirui. "I have a masseur's certificate. How about I give you a massage?"
Song Weirui smiled and said, "Do you have anyone who knows how to give a massage? Oh, you can? Give her a massage too."
Fang Mu's eyes almost burned through No. 12 who was approaching him attentively. After he came to his senses, he quickly lowered his eyelids.
No. 12 can be said to be young and fresh. She started working when she just turned 18. She is the youngest one there and her skin is so tender that you can pinch out a handful of water from it.
Of course, the strength of his massage was not particularly professional, but Wen Qingyang didn't mind it too much, so he didn't refuse.
"Didn't we say we wanted to play cards?" She stood up and sat on the sofa, with No. 12 following closely behind.
Seeing that she was leaning back slightly, he continued to massage her shoulders and neck very gently.
Song Weirui glanced at them and raised an eyebrow: "Play, why not play? You all know how to play, right?"
Song Lu casually pointed at two people to play with, and the other two came over with trays to serve, including Fang Mu.
He hid a trace of imperceptible expectation in his eyes, knelt beside his ex-girlfriend's legs, rubbed his chest against her high-quality trouser legs, and fed her fruit with a fork, but did not get her attention.
It was as if he was no different from every other vulgar person here.
"What's your name, brother No. 8?"
Song Weirui drew a poker card and threw it on the table. On a whim, she reached out and touched the boy's face opposite her, thinking that there was a kind of delicateness without any makeup on, which was of higher quality than the ones outside.
Number 8 was delighted: "Sister, just call me Zhou Zhou."
"Sister" does not represent an age difference, it only reflects a real status.
Song Weirui was also very considerate and spoke sweetly, "You're no less pretty than Jiang Lele. If you debut, you might become a big star!"
When Wen Qingyang saw the man, her eyes lit up and she rubbed her cheek against his palm. She couldn't help but curl her lips.
Without looking back, she raised her hand and grasped the restless fingers on her shoulder: "Press it well."
"I'm sorry, sister." Seeing that she didn't seem angry, No. 12 boldly unbuttoned a button covered with a light gauze bow on his chest and deliberately lowered his body. "How can a little boy like me resist your charm? Please forgive me this time."
nausea.
affectation.
vulgar.
The thoughts of all the men in the box rarely converged.
Some people are disdainful, jealous, and even hate No. 12, who acts like a spoiled brat by relying on her youth and cuteness.
Wen Qingyang let him go, just smiled and said nothing, looking very good-tempered.
Fang Mu knew that even if these men had been here for a long time, it would be hard not to be tempted by a woman as gentle and tolerant as her. Before, when she was broke, she had to wait in line to confess her feelings. Now that she had made up for even the last little shortcoming, she would be the target of thousands of men!
The fingers holding the fork clenched tighter and tighter.
While Song Weirui was playing five cards, she flirted with the three boys sitting there one by one, stepping on their firm thighs, resting her head on their plump breasts, and pinching their lean abdominal muscles, but she did not take any further action.
The two of them were obviously the type who were both romantic and not vulgar, which made the male waiters secretly admire them.
"Sisters, do you want to go swimming? No one has made a reservation at the swimming pool yet." Zhou Zhou always paid attention to the expressions of the guests, fearing that Song Weirui would feel bored, so he suggested.
Of course, he also had some thoughts in mind, thinking that it would be best to take the opportunity to show off his body. If he could really win the favor of his sister, he would have no worries for the rest of his life.
Wen Qingyang turned his head to look over when he heard that.
"Let's go and smell it, just as we are full and digesting the food."
Song Weirui bit a grape and said vaguely.
"You said you wanted to digest your food, but you didn't go in the water and just sat here lazing around." Wen Qingyang swam back and forth a few times, emerged from the water, and wiped his face from bottom to top. His wet hair was thrown back, revealing his plump forehead. "What? Are you afraid of being embarrassed by not being able to compete with me?"
She climbed up the ladder from the heated swimming pool. The muscle lines on her limbs, waist and abdomen were clearly visible. Before the wet water droplets on her body could fall off, Fang Mu wrapped her in a thin blanket.
No. 12 was overtaken by him and a look of sadness appeared on his face.
Song Weirui propped himself up, taking in the whole scene. He kicked Zhou Zhou, who was leaning against the shore in the next pool, and joked, "What's the point of us competing? Why not let the six of them compete? Who do you bet on to win?"
"Anyway, I'll just press the boat, how cute."
Wen Qingyang glanced at her best friend and said, "I'm betting on number 12."
She sat down, propping her chin with one hand, and looked at the group of fake swimmers vying for the top spot. "Tsk, you still dare to bet on that number 8? He's so skinny, he doesn't look healthy! If you lose the bet, go ask Fang Mu about his condition for me later."
"Hey, let Zhou Zhou be happy." Song Weirui clinked glasses with her lemonade. "But, sis, you're really too kind. You're even trying to control your ex-boyfriend? Isn't it better to just let him fend for himself?"
Wen Qingyang raised his head and drank it all in one gulp: "After all, we are classmates. He has helped me before. I can't bear to see him for so long. Don't you think so?"
"I just wanted to give him a bigger tip. I'm not as kind as you."
Song Weirui waved her hand, skipping the topic. "Men are just so thoughtful. They dress so flamboyantly just for a swim. Luckily, the male models here all have good taste. The outfits look a bit like a sexy fashion show!"
Wen Qingyang remained silent.
Yijing's male models will not go for the vulgar and naked style, which will undoubtedly look cheap.
So, number 8 wore a diamond-studded lace-up suit, which at first glance looked a bit dignified in the style of ancient Greece, but it gave the impression that a simple hook could reveal the whole look; number 3 had an ethereal mermaid prince style, with a sparkling chain wrapped around her waist; number 12's white jumpsuit was so tight that her chest was bulging out; number 10 had a rose pinned to her Adam's apple; and the floating bunny tail was probably the hip decoration of number 19...
But in front of No. 7 Fang Mu, he was actually at a disadvantage.
Wen Qingyang thought he was going for a conservative and pure look, but once he got into the water, his long sleeves and trousers got soaked and slowly became transparent. The few key points that were vaguely visible seemed to be inviting people to look and touch, and every movement was full of suggestive meaning.
What a unique and clever idea.
I must have learned this from some indecent men on the Internet.
She drank another whole glass of lemonade and leisurely watched Fang Mu stretching and swinging in the swimming pool. Fang's round and moist eyes also looked at her without blinking, as if he was looking at the only piece of driftwood he could rely on in the turbulent world.
Wen Qingyang cut a piece of mousse with a dinner knife and put it into his mouth. He began to feel interested in his first love, and along with it, old memories began to revive bit by bit.
She watched him approach.
The cell phone rang at an inopportune time.
Sui Yi: When will you be back?
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