Huayu: Starting from an Unemployed Male Model

The round air cushion box rolled forward like an upright coin, slowly rolling to a point a few meters in front of Wei Jun's line of sight.

Wei Jun had just finished a game and was about to start another one to fight his way through the canyon when he heard the sound of something hard rolling on the ground. He looked up and saw a small, pink, round box rolling in front of him.

Is this a cushion compact case? The little girl's?

Wei Jun once saw a makeup artist use a similar box to apply makeup to him while he was getting his makeup done.

He remained unmoved, simply watching the cushion compact lying in front of him. He figured someone would come and pick it up soon anyway, so why should he bother?

If you happen to meet some fairy who touches my things and gets my cushion compact dirty, and I don't want it anymore, you'll have to pay me for a new one, and then there will be another round of arguing.

Wei Jun had seen similar situations before. When he was working, he would go outside for some fresh air and see a guy find a woman's watch. When the owner found him, he immediately demanded compensation from the unremarkable guy.

How dare you? You just picked up my watch without permission?

The scene at that time had a huge impact on Wei Jun, a young man.

Wei Jun took out a tissue from his pocket, wet it with mineral water, and wiped the phone screen. He played with the phone for a while, and the screen was covered with his fingerprints, making it dirty.

He had just finished cleaning the screen and stuffed the used tissues into the trash bag he had brought when suddenly everything went dark; the light in front of him was blocked by a figure.

Wei Jun looked up and saw a girl wearing a yellow hair clip and a white Mickey Mouse print T-shirt bending down to pick up a cushion compact, her gaze steadily fixed on him.

The two locked eyes for a few seconds, then the girl shyly looked away.

Bai Mengyan?

What's she doing here?

Wei Jun caught a glimpse of Bai Mengyan walking in his direction, her face showing a mixture of trepidation, joy, and anticipation.

He remembered that Bai Mengyan was a big fan of his, who had once imitated his videos and sent him a private message on Weibo to thank him for choosing her video for the "The Wind Rises" music video. However, he seemed to have forgotten to reply in time for some reason, and when he remembered to reply, he didn't know how to start.

Just when he thought the two would have a conversation and get to know each other, creating a scene of an idol meeting a fan, Wei Jun heard something strange behind him. Yang Chaoyue woke up and went to get water.

He bent down, took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, unscrewed it, and handed it to Yang Chaoyue.

By the time Wei Jun turned around, Bai Mengyan had already run back to her position with small, quick steps.

He wasn't disappointed about missing the chance to meet the two. Their relationship was just that of an idol and a fan, a level above that of strangers. What difference would meeting make? Aside from taking photos and exchanging compliments, there was nothing else to say.

It might trigger some keywords, but so what? He's not going to approach female celebrities just to trigger keywords now.

He gradually gained status and became the owner of a studio, employing six or seven people. He plans to employ even more people in the future and will no longer fawn over female celebrities like before.

There's plenty of time in the future. Bai Mengyan should have signed with Huanyu by now. In this industry, there will always be opportunities to meet, and even opportunities to collaborate.

Wei Jun started another game, playing while waiting for the flag-raising ceremony to begin.

Bai Mengyan hurried back to her best friend's side, her expression somewhat unnatural: "It really is Wei Jun. I was just about to go up and talk to him, but he bent down and wrung out a bottle of mineral water for the girl with the ponytail behind him."

"You should give up now. Focus on your career and stop dating," He Hanqing advised.

Bai Mengyan remained silent.

He Hanqing sighed and changed the subject: "Did you see what that girl looked like? Was it Li Qin?"

Bai Mengyan tilted her head and thought for a while before answering, "I couldn't see very clearly, but it shouldn't be Li Lin. Her fashion sense isn't that bad."

"Alright, what kind of couple they are is none of our business. He's just unlucky to have missed out on you..." He Hanqing hugged the sullen Bai Mengyan. "There are so many good men in the world, we won't miss him."

"But he is one of a kind," Bai Mengyan said softly.

"Let time take its course." He Hanqing believed that Bai Mengyan would eventually forget about it as time went by.

It was 6 a.m., and daylight had broken.

Wei Jun woke Yang Chaoyue up and told her to get up and watch the flag-raising ceremony. Since they were already here, and she had stayed up all night, she couldn't miss the flag-raising ceremony because she was late. Wouldn't it be a waste to queue all night?

Yang Chaoyue quickly got up, wiped her face with a wet tissue to clear her head, then took out her camera and photographed a ray of sunlight shining down from the sky, the vast Tiananmen Square, the gradually bustling crowd around her... and finally, she photographed Wei Jun packing his things.

At 6:05 a.m., the honor guard marched into the field in goose-step, and the surrounding noise gradually quieted down as people raised their phones or cameras to take pictures of the handsome honor guard.

Yang Chaoyue quickly pointed the camera at the honor guard, exclaiming repeatedly, "So tall, so handsome, so imposing, so perfectly aligned!"

Wei Jun nodded in agreement: "The most handsome man has already been handed over to the country."

The honor guard arrived at the flag-raising platform, and the flag raiser slowly stepped onto the platform with the national flag in both hands.

"Salute the national flag!!!" The flag raiser waved his hand, the national anthem began, and the national flag slowly rose.

Yang Chaoyue immediately put away her camera, stood still, and looked serious.

Wei Jun took off his hat and looked up at him.

The two sang the national anthem softly.

After the flag-raising ceremony ended and the honor guard marched back, Yang Chaoyue ran around and shouted like a child who had been let loose, holding a camera in her hand, taking pictures here and there, and describing the scene of the flag-raising just now.

After taking the photos, he pulled Wei Jun to take a group photo. The two of them had their backs to Tiananmen Square and took more than ten photos in a row.

After the group photo was taken, Wei Jun took several individual photos of Yang Chaoyue from various angles, and asked her to choose a few to send home.

Yang Chaoyue also pulled him along, wanting to take a personal photo for him. Wei Jun wasn't going to spoil the fun; since he was already there, he might as well take all the photos.

As Wei Jun was changing positions, Bai Mengyan and He Hanqing were right in front of them.

"Hehe, help me take a picture with Wei Jun." Bai Mengyan handed her phone to He Hanyan, then walked to the side of Wei Jun, about a few meters away, made a peace sign, showed her little tiger teeth, and giggled.

He Hanqing had no choice but to indulge her best friend. She raised her phone, focused the camera on the two of them, and snapped a few photos.

Bai Mengyan continued to change poses, making a heart shape with her hands, turning to the side with her hands outstretched, pouting and kissing...

After taking the photos, Bai Mengyan retrieved her phone and looked through them one by one, sometimes zooming in, sometimes editing them, removing passersby.

When she flipped to the last photo of a pouting kiss, Bai Mengyan covered her mouth, her expression excited, and kept repeatedly confirming whether it was real.

Upon confirming that it was real, Bai Mengyan looked up to find Wei Jun, only to discover that he had already disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Helpless, she looked back at the last group photo and smiled foolishly.

In the photo, Wei Jun has his hands in his pockets and is looking at her coolly.