"Miss Qin, our model Miaomiao suddenly had a stomach ache and couldn’t walk the runway! What do we do now?!" The staff was sweating profusely and he was out of breath.
"Ah! How did that happened??!" Qin Zhuzhu felt like a hamr had knocked her head. She almost lost her balance.
"She ate sothing bad yesterday so the others are taking her to the hospital,"
"What?!"
"How did that happened?!"
"What should we do?! What should we do?!" Jingmin paced back and forth, repeating her sentence like a jamd record player.
Imdiately, there was chaos and panick in the backstage. Everyone was anxious and crazily worried.
Miaomiao was supposed to wear their best and most important clothes. She was born with a beautiful natural figure, tall and with a fair jade like skin which made her look ethereal. But now that she wasn’t here, how were they supposed to go on?
Jingmin took a peak outside and saw the French model strut down the runway like angels confidently. It looked like they owned the runways.
Monsieur Dion, being the senior in the fashion industry, went first. His beautiful French models even did a sexy twirl on the runway elegantly and gracefully, showing off the skirt of the dress. So had feathery white wings attached to their backs. They could see the audience and jury discussing among themselves.
The French models seed to be floating in their dresses, trailing majestically across the floor. With their exquisite features and deep blue eyes, Jingmin felt hopeless. These were top French models in the world.
When the male French models ca out, so girls started to cheer and call out their nas. It was obvious that these were their fans. Even the male French models could tug at the ladies’ hearts. Did Shentu Mingye lost to them?
But she had faith in Qin Zhuzhu! She believed that she can do it! Jingmin clenched her fist and gave herself encouragent. "Jiayou! Jiayou! Miss Qin, you can do it!"
"The show must go on!" Qin Zhuzhu said with a determined expression.
Next it was their turn. Five male models took turns to walk the runway. Shentu Mingye went last, causing the ladies in the audience to cheer and blush. He winked and smiled gracefully, looking like Pan An at so point, winning themselves so pride, and almost turning the competition to a fan event that the security guards had to ask everyone to quiet down.
So girls tried to climb onto the stage to touch and hug Shentu Mingye but the security guards held her down.
Because of this, it gave them so ti to improvise and think of a new plan.
"Nice chaos out there. That dumb kitten does have so good use after all," Sanya was negative as always.
"See if you can contact other models," Qin Zhuzhu instructed.
"We can’t find any here. Besides, the language barrier makes things harder," Mo Su said dejectedly, sighing.
"Can both of you stop pacing the room?! I’m trying to think!" Qin Zhuzhu snapped at Sanya and Jingmin.
"Sorry. But I’m so nervous and anxious!"
"She’s even more anxious than you!" Sanya said.
Everyone was anxious like crazy, sweating as if they were in a sauna. So of them were scrolling online to look for any possible way to help even though they couldn’t understand the language.
Qin Zhuzhu racked her brains for an idea. Before finally coming up with a crazy one.
"You all go first. I have an idea," Qin Zhuzhu ushered them out.
"What idea?" Sanya asked.
"Trust . I need you to deal with the other models too. Go help out," Qin Zhuzhu said and went behind a curtain in the dressing room.
Shentu Mingye had completed his walk, wowing the audience with his feminine yet boyish charms. So of the male French models glared at him condescendingly, probably jealous that he stole their lilight.
Shentu Mingye just gave them a cheeky wink.
Next, it was their female Chinese models’ turn. These Chinese models were all professional and very gorgeous, with flowers pinned in one of their hair, looking like a goddess that was blood out of flower. Qin Zhuzhu incorporated so Asian elents with western design into the clothes, making them look trendy yet suitable for any occasion.
"That one looks amazing! Look at the quality," one of the jury spoke in French.
"Not bad. I expected it to be much worst," another spoke to her partner.
"This type of clothes is indeed suitable to be worn anyti, anywhere,"
Hearing so good comnts, Jingmin started to feel better and her anxious heart cald down a little.
One by one, four of their Chinese models had walked the runway already, leaving the last one. Originally it was supposed to be Miaomiao but she wasn’t available. The last dress was the most important one and their victory card. However, after seeing the Monsieur Dion’s ones, they weren’t so sure of that anymore.
So Jingmin beca anxious once again. Her legs started to wobble and she couldn’t help but shift here and there in her seat. "What’s taking miss Qin so long?"
"Stop shaking! You’re like a butterfly massager in a chair! Believe in your team leader, will ya?" Sanya chided, blowing away a stray hair that dangled in her line of sight.
So of the audience started whispering and murmuring among themselves. Five minutes have passed.
"Could it be that this girl got cold feet and ran off?!" Soone laughed.
"Don’t keep us waiting! We don’t have all day!" Another man shouted.
"What’s going on? A faulty wardrobe?" Another questioned.
The audience were starting to get impatient, the judges turned to the jury with concerned faces.
Monsieur Dion tilted his head and tried to get a glimpse but he couldn’t see Qin Zhuzhu. He spoke softly to his assistant. The assistant shook her head, indicating that she didn’t see Miss Qin.
Hmm.... Where was she?
At that mont, a pair of slender legs stepped onto the runway.
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