When he called her, the two other big nas who had participated in the support activity rembered too, staring at Su Xingyu with a look like they’d seen a ghost: "You, you really are the Star Goddess?"
"Authentic as can be." Su Xingyu sighed, she had known she shouldn’t have used that na, look at them, all slack-jawed and astonished...
"Oh my god, Star, Star, you’re really my goddess!" one big na exclaid, "I was blind not to recognize a great person like you, treating you as just so ordinary little girl? I’m so stupid, I should have realized earlier, who else but the Star Goddess could use a broken cara to capture the runway scene so brilliantly?!"
"It’s not a broken cara!" Su Xingyu was angry.
This cara, though a common product, was still a bestselling item from the popular Blade Group, and it was the first cara she earned through her own efforts, still the only one she owned. If firearms are a soldier’s weapon, then a cara is a photographer’s weapon. Which photographer would be happy to hear their cara called junk?
Even though she herself had many complaints about this cara...
"Yes, yes, I misspoke," the seasoned photographer quickly shifted gears, smiling obsequiously, "Star Goddess, how about I gift you a cara? Blade’s Flying Eagle, top models from various brands, just na it!"
"Yes, Goddess, whatever you need, we’ll pool together for you! To tolerate this broken cara simply isn’t possible!" The photographers who just a mont ago thought of Su Xingyu as a novice were now all fired up upon discovering her identity, eager to transform into protectors and gift a good cara to the goddess they had long admired on the forums.
Su Xingyu was about to cry: "I’ve already said it’s not a broken cara!"
"Alright, alright, it’s not, it’s not..." The photographers didn’t pay much attention, clearly in a dismissive tone.
Su Xingyu: "..."
Amidst the liveliness, Ouyang Yi finally managed to squeeze into the crowd: "Xingyu, why are you still here? Jason and I have been waiting for you backstage for ages."
She suddenly rembered she had business to attend to and quickly bid farewell to the group of photographers.
The photographers, seeing that Ouyang Yi himself ca to fetch her, didn’t block her way, humorously sending her off.
Ouyang Yi led her towards the backstage, speaking half-jokingly as they walked: "Xingyu, little beauty, your charm hasn’t diminished at all. In just a short while, the best group of photographers in the show all flocked to you."
Su Xingyu smiled: "I’m quite capable."
Ouyang Yi looked expectant: "Did you photograph looking handso?"
Su Xingyu smiled again, reaching the backstage with him and handing the cara to Jason.
In the bustling makeup room, Jason leaned casually against a narrow door, looking at the photos, initially with a sowhat aloof expression, but as he looked, he beca more focused, clearly enraptured by the photos.
"How is it, how is it?" Ouyang Yi squeezed over for a look, "Wow, I look really handso in this one, wow, this one is handso too!" he chattered on non-stop, "Jason, I told you Xingyu is amazing, quickly ditch the previous photographer, I want her!"
Jason closed the cara, the focused expression vanished, replaced by an inscrutable look.
"The photos are quite sothing," he handed the cara back to Su Xingyu, "You’ve t my first requirent."
Su Xingyu was delighted, asking: "What about the second one?"
"The second requirent is also simple," Jason looked at her and said, "Your photography skills are fine, but M.J is a very high-end luxury brand that never chooses unknown photographers. Miss Su, do you have any representative works, or have you gained fa in influential brands, competitions, exhibitions?"
This left Su Xingyu a bit troubled: "Does the street photography competition by Blade Group so days ago count?"
"Heh." Jason chuckled, shaking his head.
Su Xingyu felt a bit embarrassed, in the face of a big brand like M.J, regional folk competitions were hardly presentable. However, she’d just started working, the diamonds she photographed for Cloud Magazine last ti were credited under Ling Weilong, leaving her with nothing substantial to boast about.
Ouyang Yi spoke up: "Jason, do you frequent DCD? That’s the most popular dostic photography forum, Xingyu is quite famous there, her ID is Star Goddess."
Su Xingyu glanced at Ouyang Yi, surprised that he even knew this.
Ouyang Yi smiled at her with a touch of mischief, as if saying, what don’t I know about you?
But Jason didn’t visit photography forums: "Star Goddess? Never heard of it. I’ll reiterate once more, I need serious, high-level, professionally reputable fa, not so casual nickna in the community. Miss Su," he turned to Su Xingyu, "I quite admire you, but to work for M.J, you must make yourself more like a professional renowned photographer. I’ll give you three months, if you et my requirents after three months, then you can co and shoot portraits for Ouyang."
Otherwise, she would miss out on this job opportunity.
"Jason!" Ouyang Yi was displeased.
Jason looked at Ouyang Yi with a formal smile: "Ouyang, after being in the elite for so many years, you still don’t understand? Only the best photographers can match you—the best in professional level as well as fa and status."
Ouyang Yi wanted to speak again.
But Su Xingyu had already lifted her head: "Alright, I accept."
Isn’t it just about gaining fa? She would reach Jason’s set goal, her path as a photographer would be paved by herself, not granted by anyone!
Jason casually clapped twice: "Very good, good luck." He turned and left.
Once he left, Ouyang Yi beca anxious: "Becoming famous in three months? Xingyu, are you crazy? It’s not that easy!"
In turn, Su Xingyu revealed a smile: "Never underestimate ." She paused, squinting slightly to look at Ouyang Yi, "You seem even more anxious than . Is it really that important for to be your photographer?"
"I said I liked your photography style." Ouyang Yi replied smoothly, "Furthermore, I enjoy working with beautiful won."
Su Xingyu chuckled softly: "Is that so."
She bade him farewell and left.
Ouyang Yi watched as her petite figure, weighed down by the heavy gear bag, gradually disappeared beyond the door, the mischievous and alluring smile at the corners of his lips slowly fading, the dim backstage lighting casting a hazy glow over him, giving his slightly open shirt collar a touch of mysterious decadence.
"Young master." A voice sounded from the shadows, respectfully calling him.
"Did you find out?" Ouyang Yi continued to gaze in the direction Su Xingyu left, speaking.
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