The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

The Bethlehem Perfume Show, known as the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show of the perfume industry, stays on the hot searches for several days every year.

However, compared to underwear, fragrance is something that needs to be experienced physically and is difficult to present in an intuitive way, so the organizers put a lot of effort into visual effects and invited various celebrities to create momentum.

Wen Qiu had collected information out of curiosity before coming here, so he was mentally prepared for the format of the perfume exhibition. However, when he actually arrived at the scene, the shock was indescribable -

The "exhibits" are not perfumes, but OMEGAs dressed up in fancy clothes.

The theme of this year's exhibition is "Poetry of the Wilderness". The largest exhibit is a huge glass perfume bottle hanging in the air, filled with a scenery of rocks and vines, dotted with lifelike wild animal specimens. A sexy and charming OMEGA boy with honey-skinned skin is wrapped naked in fur, lying on a black panther, like a wild and untamed beast.

The huge glass bottle has been specially treated so that only when people get close can they smell the scent emanating from the perfume bottle - a rough fragrance mixed with the scent of sand, gravel and trees.

Another eye-catching "perfume" is linked to the original viewing pool in the hotel exhibition hall. In the huge perfume bottle with a thin neck, a girl dressed as a "spring water fairy" is wearing a tulle, with sapphires and pearls adorning her exquisite curves, half of her body bathing in the lotus pond, exuding the elegant and holy fragrance of lotus.

There are 33 giant perfume bottles with exquisite layouts like this in the main hall, interpreting the theme of wilderness and poetry from different angles. From the scenery to the models to the fragrance, it is all dazzling.

Passing through the bustling main hall, there is a secondary hall on each side. The layout here is relatively simple, and the perfume bottles are also smaller.

Wen Qiu was invited because a model was sick and needed a replacement. The salary for three hours was 5000 yuan, and the work content was very simple, just staying in the bottle and posing.

The theme of his bottle was "laurel", and the decoration in the glass room was in a blue and white Mediterranean style, with a crescent-shaped golden harp. Following the instructions of the staff, Wen Qiu changed into a Roman-style robe, put on a laurel crown, and posed leaning against the harp.

"It's OK. The effect is very good." The staff member was very satisfied and handed the medicine in his hand to Wen Qiu. "It's almost time. Take the medicine."

This is the same aphrodisiac as last time. After taking it, he will fall into a state of pseudo-estrus and emit OMEGA pheromones, also known as "perfume".

"Keep going," the staff member closed the glass door of the perfume bottle for him and encouraged him, "Your quality is very good. Perform well this year, and you will definitely be able to go to the main hall next year!"

What is "quality"? What am I... Wen Qiu swallowed the medicine silently, his body gradually became hot, his mind began to feel dizzy again, and the sweet pheromones spread. Fortunately, there were so many OMEGAs in the exhibition hall, all in the same state as him, they were just exquisite commodities in the window.

Wen Qiu gritted his teeth in his heart for the sake of 5000 yuan, which was an hourly wage of 1666 yuan...

The exhibition started soon, and more and more guests came, and the media were snapping photos from time to time. The space in the bottle was quite narrow, and Wen Qiu was posing in a cramped position, and his back and waist began to ache.

Suddenly, a black lens was pointed at him. Wen Qiu's head felt like it was pierced by a needle, and an extremely unpleasant memory emerged in his mind. He was stiff and sweating. The black lens dispersed into several double images in front of his eyes.

No, I can’t look at the camera, I don’t want to be photographed… It’s so uncomfortable, I can’t breathe…

"Hey, look up!" The photographer knocked on the glass. Wen Qiu barely raised his head and immediately saw the black round hole that was almost touching his face. His pupils dilated, and the blood on his face faded completely, and he couldn't even force out a hypocritical smile.

As expected, the photographer frowned and turned to take another picture.

The bottle of perfume next to him was probably citrus-flavored, with a bright warm orange color as the whole. An OMEGA boy wearing cute pumpkin pants was posing coquettishly and making a big V sign to the camera. His appearance was not particularly good, but his smile was sunny and contagious, and the photographer was very satisfied with the photo.

Wen Qiu stared at him in a trance. After he turned 18, he no longer knew how to show such an innocent and bright smile. Every time he showed a sweet smile in front of others, it was basically to protect himself or to deceive others.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and his head was getting dizzy from lack of sleep. How long should he hold on? He was so tired... This was 5000 yuan, where could he find such a good deal? He had to endure it, even if he had to bite his teeth to pieces, he had to swallow it, thinking about Xiao Zhi...

Wen Qiu swayed precariously, accidentally brushing over the strings of the zither, causing a series of low sounds.

Fortunately, the activities in the main hall had started at this time, and there were not many people in the secondary hall. Wen Qiu rubbed his forehead and tried to cheer up.

"Hey, are you okay?" The citrus-scented boy next to him tapped on the glass. "You look like you're going to pass out."

"I'm fine..."

"There's not many people here right now, so it's okay to push the door open a little." The citrus boy looked around, not only opened his own glass door, but also stretched out his arm stealthily and opened his door a little. "Oh, this is really not a job for humans. I was almost out of breath just now."

A large amount of fresh air rushed in, and Wen Qiu immediately felt better. He looked straight at the boy in front of him and found that he had a cute little pointed face with bright eye makeup and lip gloss.

"My name is Jiang Mingxin, hello."

"My name is Wen Qiu."

"You are from Jiang University, right? I saw you wearing a Jiang University T-shirt just now."

"Yes, I'm from the College of Arts." "I'm also from Jiangnan University, I'm from the Oil Painting Department, and I'm a sophomore this year." Jiang Mingxin tiptoed back to his bottle, but still chattered, "Are you a freshman? Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard of you."

"Ah."

Jiang Mingxin was not scared away by his cold attitude. She smiled and said familiarly, "Haha, then I am your senior. That's great. I thought three hours would be boring. Finally, there is someone I can chat with."

Wen Qiu also felt a little more relaxed. He originally thought that this job was not very glorious, and was no different from being a waiter in a club, but he didn't expect to run into a classmate from Jiang University.

"Senior, do you also work as a model part-time? You seem to be quite used to the camera."

"This is my first time doing a part-time job, but it's not bad to make money, and I'm devoting myself to art." Jiang Mingxin sighed, "You don't know how expensive it is to learn oil painting. If I don't work part-time, I can't even afford the materials."

"The salary here is very high," Wen Qiu pulled at his sagging collar, "but I'm still not used to this kind of work."

"You're short of money, so why are you here?" Jiang Mingxin smacked her lips. "With your looks, you're the most stunning person in the room. You can go to the main hall. The appearance fee there is at least 10 yuan."

"I'm so nervous here," Wen Qiu smiled, "I'll definitely evaporate on the spot when the spotlight shines on me over there."

Jiang Mingxin propped up her chin and looked at his face. "Why are you so nervous? If I had a face like yours, I would go to the main hall and pole dance to slay the whole audience. With a high kick, I would suck them all in, ahem, and knock them all out."

"But can't you feel that kind of gaze? It's like they're treating you like prey and stripping you of your clothes layer by layer."

"Nonsense, as soon as those ALPHAs glared at me, I knew what they were up to." Jiang Mingxin pretended to smoke a cigarette, took a breath of air and exhaled it with enjoyment, "But think about it, who wouldn't be a whore? They just sell different things. This world is essentially a big brothel."

Wen Qiu was shocked by his "big brothel" theory. However, when he used the "whore" standard to measure some people, he found that it seemed to be true - for example, Manager Cui was so bossy in front of him, but when talking to his "wife" on the phone, he could not help but nod and bow. Another example is Boss Cao, who walked around with a group of aggressive bald heads, but when he met Pei Du, he was still afraid to say anything and acted like a grandson?
Jiang Mingxin made a virtual gesture of knocking off cigarette ash. "Let me tell you, beauty is the most scarce resource in the world. It is not your weakness, but your weapon."

"arms?"

"Look, there's a guy coming over there, right? When he sees you, just stare into his eyes and smile at him - you don't have to smile very enthusiastically, the colder the better, and then observe his reaction -"

As expected, the elite ALPHA came over, and Wen Qiu secretly tightened his waist and sorted out his thoughts in his head. His eyes first casually fell on a point, and when ALPHA looked over, she casually met his gaze, and then smiled faintly.

The elite ALPHA paused, eyes widened, and saw the blue crystals scattered in the star-studded glass bottle, and OMEGA, wearing a laurel wreath and a pure white robe, leaning against a crescent harp, looking as handsome and elegant as a classical statue. When he smiled, his light green eyes seemed to contain newly brewed sweet wine, intoxicating people.

ALPHA looked flustered for a moment, then he pulled his tie stiffly, coughed twice to cover it up, and then put on a smile that he thought was handsome.

He took two steps forward, sniffed the perfume bottle, licked him with his eyes, and sighed in a low voice: "I didn't expect that there was such a beauty hidden in the side hall, my laurel goddess."

If he had not clearly seen his panic and distraction just now, Wen Qiu would have been very embarrassed. However, at this moment he saw through the essence of this set of clothes, so he just stared at him calmly.

That ALPHA didn't even dare to look him in the eye, and didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. She spoke a long string of foreign words, but when she saw that he didn't give her a good look, she left in a huff.

As soon as he left, Jiang Mingxin in the bottle next to him chuckled, "--It's like being hit by a bullet, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Wen Qiu lowered his eyelashes and thought: It's so vulnerable.

"You don't have to worry about anything," Jiang Mingxin winked at him, "Believe me, when I meet your eyes, the only ones who will be nervous are others."

Wen Qiu didn't often look people in the eye, and he even habitually avoided Alpha's gaze, so what Jiang Mingxin taught him today was a very novel feeling. The feeling of "pulling the trigger" just now left a deep impression on him, and he began to try to deal with tourists with the mentality of a hunter, meet their gazes, aim, smile, and shoot.

He gradually discovered that ALPHA was just like that. The surprise and fascination at first sight could not deceive people. The naked desire was not concealed at all, and the various performances trying to attract attention were even more ridiculous. Through those pairs of beast-like eyes, he saw the hearts of his prey.

One hour, two hours... The long-term business made people exhausted. In a trance, another figure approached. Wen Qiu perked up and looked up, smiling skillfully - until his gaze followed the man's slender and straight trouser legs upwards and met a pair of familiar and captivating eyes.

At that moment, the situation suddenly changed, the hunter became the prey, and Wen Qiu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Pei Du looked down at him with his hands in his pockets. There was no surprise, no smile, and no warmth in his dark eyes.

If I have to say what emotion I feel, it seems to be a kind of "dissatisfaction".

(End of this chapter)