Aon didn't expect that the zombie would want to be his model!
Is he so charming that even a zombie wanted to be his muse?
lan, the real muse and Aon's designated model, instantly felt as if soone was snatching the at in his mouth, even daring to intrude into his territory.
If lan was a cat, his whole fur would have exploded.
"Wait, wait wait, I'm this guy's model. You can't his model even if you want to— "
Before lan could save his job and prevent himself from being unemployed, Aon had already nodded as fast as lightning.
"Okay, okay, that's interesting! I'll take a picture of you and even style you carefully, but you have to help do a few things, how is it?"
The zombie guy imdiately looked at Aon as if he was his reborn parent.
Oh, shortie! You're such a good human being!
It's his fault that he attacked this shortie, thinking that it's such good food.
No, this one isn't food.
It's his boss!
The zombie imdiately jumped down from the windowsill with his bones creaking and shouted in a shrill voice,
"Boss!"
Aon ignored lan Cho Lie's increasingly dark face and smiled happily.
"Good, good! What's your na? Let's start working!"
"Boss! My...na...is Boobo. Just call ... Bob."
"Okay, Boob— Bob. First thing first, we need to find you new clothes."
Aon stroked his chin as he looked at the zombie guy, who was a few centiters shorter than lan Cho Lie but still taller than himself.
Hm. It seems that he's shorter here.
But it doesn't matter.
He's the stylist. He doesn't need to be tall!
"lan, let's go! Let's find a way to avoid your zombie fans and get so new clothing."
lan, who wanted to protest to Aon, could only obey the evil boss and followed behind.
Of course, he would occasionally glance at the zombie guy with a hint of hatred in his eyes.
Hehehe. Nowadays, even a zombie can rob your job!
lan Cho Lie's fans who were watching the livestream couldn't help but feel pity for their idol.
[Our brother is so miserable, ah! Now he has to compete with a zombie!]
[Shouldn't this artist be the one begging our idol? Our idol is so famous!]
Many people were also confused about the current situation.
The other stylist and model groups adopted the approach of obeying whoever was more senior or more popular.
Only Aon was different.
lan Cho Lie, who was obviously arrogant and narcissistic, acted as if he had a brain twitch and beca obedient.
Even lan Cho Lie himself didn't realize this. He just felt that Aon was reliable and since he had a rival, he had to show to his artist that he was the best model, not that rotten bastard!
The three people with their own thoughts walked down the stairs and ca out of the building, only to see the group of female zombies still patrolling around the building.
They didn't co in out of politeness, just to show their good side.
It didn't an they would give up on their prey.
When Aon saw the female zombies, he slapped his forehead and looked at lan accusingly.
"Look, look, you can't even manage your fans! We, stylists, designers, directors, and whatever, all hate idols like you who can't control your fans to behave!"
Aon shook his head, acting as if he was a seasoned veteran when he also couldn't control his fans.
He was just lucky that his fans were as silly as him, so they beca a joke instead of a nace.
lan was also upset. His handso face looked bitter, and he looked at the female zombies outside of the iron gate with a hint of helplessness.
Alas, he also didn't know why so many female zombies suddenly beca his fans.
But they're his fans after all.
Even if they were zombies, as a mature celebrity, he cherished every single fan he had.
What to do to chase away these fans without harming them or hurting their fragile hearts?
The gentleman lan Cho Lie took out his umbrella and once again acted under the rain that suddenly poured from the sky.
He was just thinking seriously, but of course, he couldn't let go of this chance to show off his handsoness under the rain.
Aon and Bob couldn't appreciate lan's handsoness, but the female zombies outside sohow noticed the rain and could "see" through the three-ter-tall iron gate.
The surrounding female zombies instantly scread like pigs being slaughtered.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! So....handso!!"
"Human, marry !"
"No...he is mine!"
"Mine!!"
The female zombies almost fought, and lan quickly walked to the iron gate, still with his umbrella and the rain that poured down above the umbrella.
"Hey, hey, stop fighting! Don't fight over !"
lan's blue eyes slowly teared up, and the next second, he dropped his precious bean-like tears.
"I know you guys aren't like this. Please, don't fight just because of !"
lan Cho Lie acted his lancholy prince part so well that the female zombies who couldn't even see the guy suddenly felt guilty.
Ah. How could they fight in front of their idol!
A few stronger female zombies imdiately took action and cald the restless "fans".
Then, the representative took turns trying to coax lan so that he wouldn't shed his precious tears.
"Human, don't...don't cry..."
"It's...our fault..."
The aggressive female zombies turned into docile lambs in the blink of an eye, just like magic.
Aon and Bob, who were watching this, almost took off their eyeballs for lan to play with.
Damn. Heaven is unfair! How could soone be so charming that he could appease a group of zombies without even showing up??
Even lan's human fans in the Livestream room couldn't help but be jealous of the female zombies.
[Damn it. The zombies have t my idol face to face, but I haven't! How about I turn into a zombie too?]
[You have to be a pink zombie, not an ordinary zombie. How to do that? Get infected with the pink zombie virus?]
Just when the conversation was getting more dangerous, lan successfully subdued his zombie fans and finally opened the iron gate with confidence.
Then...then the zombies sward in, almost drowning the three people alive!
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