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With a nervous mood, Ying Lee led by Wei Jianming to the show venue.

The venue was brightly lit. A huge T-shaped stand was in the middle of the venue, looking glorious and bright.

"I can only send you here. Now, you have to work hard." Wei Jianming told Ying Lee and told her to follow the director in charge of this show backstage.

The director was a model of the world, and he was dressed up very neatly. His long black hair was tied up on his head with a simple wooden hairpin, and he was wearing a Chinese style tea suit with flaxen color, making him look a little ethereal. However, her serious and critical gaze made it clear to Ying Lee that she was not a good person to get along with.

"My name is Zhu Lee, you can call me Sister Li. I know you don't have much experience, I never use new people here, but because CEO Zhang told me to take care of you, I made an exception and let you join. But remember, if you don't have the ability, then no one will be able to take care of you. "

Sure enough, Zhu Lee wasn't someone who was easy to get along with. She didn't give Ying Lee a chance to speak, and in one breath, she spoke words that caused people to feel suffocated.

Ying Lee smiled and said, "I will work hard. Thank you, Sister Li."

Before she came, Wei Jianming had already built a mental state for her, so she could deal with Zhu Lee more easily now.

As soon as he entered the backstage area, all he saw were the silhouettes of numerous models shuttling back and forth. They were tall and elegant, and their entire bodies were brimming with the aura of youth and self-confidence.

Zhu Lee handed Ying Lee over to one of her assistants, letting her familiarize herself with the rough outline of the show. Compared to Zhu Lee's strict attitude, her assistant was much easier to get along with.

Ying Lee quickly changed her clothes and sat in front of the makeup mirror to put on her makeup. In the middle of her makeup, Zhu Lee's assistant began to tell Ying Lee about the artistic style of the costume that had been displayed on this show.

Cheng Wei had told Ying Lee about his own understanding of how to better interpret the aesthetic feeling of a piece of clothing.

"A good model is one in which you must understand the clothes you are wearing, you must be part of the clothes you are displaying, and use your eyes, your charm, and your expression to deeply contrast the artistic vitality that the clothes themselves carry. Otherwise, you'll be no different than a plastic model in a shopping mall. "

At this time, the assistant said to Ying Lee: "The main element of our dress show this time is the Chinese wind. Although the international element is prevalent now, our company decided to go against the current flow and develop this national wind. "Therefore, during this show, the first thing you need to do is to display your original temperament and charisma, and try your best to cover up your usual routine …"

Ying Lee listened attentively to every word that the assistant was explaining, and she memorized them in her heart, hoping to digest them in the shortest possible time.

Not long after, the rehearsal officially began.

Ying Lee was arranged for the eleventh appearance, wearing a Chinese painting gown with a splashing ink pattern.

This was Ying Lee's second time coming into contact with Chinese elements and her Oriental temperament. She remembered that the first magazine on the cover she picked up was a set of ancient style clothes with flowing water sleeves. Therefore, Ying Lee suddenly had the confidence to perform well in this show.

However, it turned out that the difference between an ideal and reality was like heaven and earth.

As soon as Ying Lee got on the stage, she was unable to overcome the stiffness in her limbs and face caused by the tension of her first time on the stage.

She stepped onto the stage and was met by a blinding glare of light. Zhu Lee, the stern director, was holding her arms to her chest and examining every model that passed before her with a pair of critical eyes.

And sure enough, from the first model onwards, Zhu Lee's sonorous voice never stopped, and every model that walked past her was criticized to varying degrees.

However, when it was finally Ying Lee's turn, Zhu Lee's loud and clear voice suddenly stopped.

However, Ying Lee could tell from the gazes of the other people present that this was not a good thing.

"The music stopped!"

Zhu Lee suddenly shouted, her voice full of anger.

With a hum, the entire slender figure became absolutely silent.

At this moment, Ying Lee had just walked to the front of the stage and was frozen in position. Zhu Lee walked in front of her, crossed her arms over her chest, and raised her head as she coldly stared at her.

"Do you still think that you walked the path perfectly?"

Ying Lee knew that she had hit the nail on the head, so she couldn't dodge at all. Therefore, she could only lower her head and bite the bullet, forcing herself to listen to Zhu Lee's loud yells about her shortcomings.

"This is a show, you are here to show off the good qualities of your clothes! What does that look of yours that's so tall that it looks like you're surrounded by men from all over the world and yet you're looking down on them? " Then she paced back and forth restlessly and began to spread the roar to everyone on the stage.

"My demands of you are noble and unpretentious, noble and noble, do you understand? Nobility is a dignified self-confidence emanating from within, not in the heart of the presumptuous princess of the ancient country. Especially you, Ying Lee! I admit that your face is exquisite and beautiful, but I can't say I appreciate the aura you emit all over your body. I don't object to models using a powerful beauty to suppress others on the same stage, but your performance is an insult to this T stage! What does this stage look like to you? Is it the Grand View? "

The meaning behind his words was to mock Ying Leedu for acting like Grandma Liu?

Ying Lee was scolded to the point that she couldn't even raise her head, while the surrounding people also looked at her with slight dissatisfaction. Before Ying Lee joined the competition, although everyone would be scolded by Zhu Lee, they had never been as serious as they were today. The entire rehearsal process had been halted.

Ying Lee tried her best to remain calm and even bowed deeply to Zhu Lee. "I'm sorry, I have remembered what you said just now. I will correct you next."

Ying Lee's attitude was sincere. Even if Zhu Lee wanted to continue finding trouble with her, she could only temporarily let it go and let the rehearsal continue.

However, the two hours of rehearsal did not go smoothly. No matter how many times Ying Lee tried again, Zhu Lee would always roar as if she was about to lose control.

Wei Jianming saw everything that happened on stage. He had heard of Zhu Lee's reputation and knew that she was a very strict and capable woman. With her leading the show, it would definitely be a perfect show.

However, this woman was very stubborn and would never accept a new person. Originally, she thought that with Mr Zhang's help, she would be able to make an exception once, but the result was still the same.

"So, Wei Jianming took out his phone and called Cheng Wei." "Come here." He only said two words and hung up without waiting for Cheng Wei's reaction.

After another half an hour, Ying Lee was still rejected by Zhu Lee. Zhu Lee couldn't stand it any longer, so she took out her phone and called Mr Zhang in front of everyone, saying, "I can't carry on with the show anymore. I can't guide this rookie called Ying Lee."

Standing on the stage, Ying Lee immediately felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen.