lan Cho Lie wasn't aware of Aon's little trick and subconsciously looked at his own optical watch.
He didn't know when, but the program's team had already sent a secret ssage for him and Aon.
Only the two of them could see the content of the encrypted ssage.
The two people quickly looked at the ssage and saw the program team's malicious intention.
[Dear artist Aon and muse lan, here is what you have to do in this round:
1. Compile a set of clothes with the the: Rag Tag
2. Create a small runway stage with the the: Sky]
[The more creative your designs are, the better! The muse is advised to comply with all of the artist's demands.]
lan Cho Lie simply couldn't understand why he had to listen to the newbie artist's demand, but thinking that models always had to compromise with designers, he reluctantly shut up.
Aon, on the other hand, looked at the required mission with a gloomy face.
Rag tag clothes? Sky-thed mini runway?
How to do this?
Even though the deadline of this mission was three full days, styling a set of clothes and creating a mini runway was not an easy task, especially when there were zombies around.
...oh yes, where's the pink zombie guy?
Aon turned his head around and saw the pink zombie guy leisurely climbing the stairs, intending to stay away from the two crazy humans.
Hmph. These humans aren't here to take a picture of his beautiful face and acute fashion sense, so why should he accompany them?
But maybe because Aon had a brain twitch or sothing, a virus from Xing Xing, he suddenly didn't want to let the zombie guy go.
He...he needed an assistant!
Yes, which designer and stylist didn't have an assistant?
Aon glanced at lan and spoke in a mysterious tone of voice.
"My dear muse, do you think we need an assistant? If we don't have an assistant, you will have to do everything for ."
lan Cho Lie, who was clearly a few years older than Aon, got a brain seizure and also beca as childish as this twenty-five-year-old teenager.
"How do we find an assistant in this kind of place? Hire the survivors with food? We don't even have enough food ourselves."
Aon imdiately smiled like a cunning fox and pointed at the zombie who had almost disappeared into the stairs.
"Look, isn't there a readymade one? He looks quite fashionable for a zombie, and he's not that aggressive. He's just a little moody."
They could hire a zombie using both threats and seduction.
lan Cho Lie would have never thought of forcing a zombie to work for him, but maybe because he was infected by Aon's strange virus, he suddenly thought that it was a genius idea.
lan Cho Lie forgot his gentleman character and looked at the zombie's disappearing back with a villainous smile.
"Hohoho, my dear artist, your idea is truly top-notch. Let's go and hire our assistant. He needs us so much!"
The two people looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.
Finally, they found soone who could agree to their own brilliant idea!
The two people simultaneously climbed the stairs and went to find the poor zombie guy who just wanted to have soone take a picture of his handso face.
After all, he dread of becoming a model when he was still a human and when he beca a zombie, this dream didn't disappear.
It actually beca stronger.
The model wannabe zombie guy didn't know that two capitalist human beings were searching for him in the huge building.
Maybe because it was fate or maybe because God wanted to make the zombie guy's dream co true, it didn't take long for Aon and lan to find the zombie guy.
The zombie guy was actually sitting on the windowsill, looking lancholy for no reason.
lan, who strived to be the most lancholy guy in the universe, had to admit that this zombie guy had the potential to be his rival!
The zombie guy was not your ordinary zombie, so naturally, the mont the two capitalists appeared in the dilapidated room, the zombie noticed them.
But the zombie was too lazy to care about soone who was more handso than him and another person who didn't want to take a picture of him, so he just turned his head around, continuing to look at the distant sky with empty eyes.
Ah...when will soone notice his potential and make him a model?
You see, even when he beca a zombie, he was still the most stylish zombie.
He even did so self surgery to make sure that his zombie body wasn't that disgusting...
Just when the zombie was thinking about his dream, Aon, a dream maker, suddenly walked up to him and said sothing that almost made him fall from the window.
"Hello, mister zombie over there, I think we are destined to be together! How about we work together to create the best masterpiece in this world?"
The pink zombie guy staggered and quickly held the windowsill so as not to fall down.
Then, he turned his head stiffly, staring at Aon with his pair of white eyes without pupils.
"What...did...you...say?" The zombie spoke in a hoarse voice with difficulty.
Those who heard his voice would instinctively flinch because the voice sounded like soone scratching the window with sharp nails.
It's truly harsh to the ear.
Aon also flinched, but he used Xing Xing's fluffy body to cover both of his ears and continued to deceive— to persuade the zombie.
"It's like this, we noticed that you have a good talent to enter the modeling and fashion industry." As an assistant.
Aon didn't say the last few words, but he sincerely invited the zombie to join them instead of turning against them.
"I see that you're not aggressive and still have the pure heart of a human. How is it? Are you interested in joining us?"
The zombie felt as if he got a pie from the sky.
"Really...? Will you...take a photo of ...and make your model...?"
Aon: ...eh?
lan: ...soone is stealing his job?
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