Flowers poured on Qin Guan's head . He picked one up and pinned it on his hair for fun . "Ouch! F*cking thorns!" If only he had a high IQ . As Qin Guan was moving on the stage, the music changed to a sad song . "She was an orphan . Her mother died when she was three . . . " Hey, bro! Stop tricking me! How can I dance to this one? In a flash of inspiration, Qin Guan thought of the contemporary dance he had learned recently . He began to roll around on the floor . "Ouch! So many thorns! It hurts!" He rolled, looked up, straightened his chest, opened his arms, and ran forward . He took a small leap and jumped high before rolling on the floor and doing a perfect split with a grimace . He showed the concept of the sad music through contemporary dance . His idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel . His performance was pretty good, and some old guests bought flowers . His pants were too tight though, and they got torn when he jumped in the air .
His crotch was open, but the audience wasn’t aware . Only Ouyang Fen had seen . Great! You fell right into my trap! Ouyang pushed the DJ away and switched the music to a fast disco song . Embarrass yourself, Qin Guan . Let all the staff laugh at you! Ouyang Fen was shocked as he stared at Qin Guan's pants proudly . Qin Guan was prouder than him though . I’m not afraid . I’m wearing long shorts! Fast dancing? Fine! I’ll look even hotter! Qin Guan took off his suit . The buttons fell off with his wild movement . His fans were even more excited . New Silk Road was really the No . 1 agency in the modelling circle . Qin Guan was so hot! The boss was wondering who had arranged this . In for a penny, in for a pound . Qin Guan began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt . People crowded around the flower baskets . Sister Xue hid away for fear that the ladies would stomp on her .
"Wow! He’s taking off his pants!" "Oh, my! My heart!" "Oh, take them off! Take them off!" The performance was reaching its peak, when suddenly Ouyang Fen saw the grim-faced boss . I think I’m in trouble . Qin Guan, you bastard! Better late than never . Ouyang Fen switched the music to a rhythmic song for athletes . Qin Guan finished his dance and got down from the stage, holding his pants up with his hand . It seemed indecent to fasten his pants on the stage . The most powerful partner of New Silk Road went up to the boss . The boss’ first thought was "I’m doomed" . That partner was famous in the business circle . If his business hadn’t had something to do with the fashion industry, he wouldn't have paid any attention to models . He had to be angry with Qin Guan's indecent performance though . The boss was ready for the worst, but the old man smiled as soon as he saw him . "Is he from your company?"
"Yes, he’s a green hand . He has gone too far as an affiliated model! I’ll warn him . " "Oh, no . I think it's okay . He’s a smart boy . I’ll be more confident with models from your company now . " The boss’ expression changed immediately . "You flatter me . Thank you for your support," he answered earnestly . "Can I have his autograph?" The boss was confused . The old man is a star chaser? He realized he wasn’t when his partner pointed at his daughter, a sweet little girl about four or five years old . She waved back at her father happily and handed a one-hundred-yuan bill to the flower sellers . "Ten flowers to the beautiful boy," she said in a childish voice . Her father shed tears of sadness beside her . He had been replaced in his daughter's heart by Qin Guan . If it were not for my daughter, who would have paid attention to an idiot in torn pants? Qin Guan was quite satisfied with his performance . He begged a designer to mend his trousers in the backstage area . When the New Silk Road boss, his partner, and the little girl went backstage, they found Qin Guan in his colorful shorts . "Daddy, he’s handsome even in shorts! I want his autograph!" Her father's heart was nearly broken . "I love my daddy best though . He always pays attention to everything . I’ll marry you when I grow up, daddy!" Her father instantly felt better . I love you too now, young man . Qin Guan had no idea about their complicated conflict . He just signed for the little girl . He had been practising his signature for a long time . He got an unexpectedly warm handshake from her father as well . "Nice shorts color," the man said . Qin Guan’s pants were mended, but his shirt had been destroyed beyond repair . As a result, he had to fasten the collar around his neck and wear the suit . It looked like a fake collar from the 1960s . When Qin Guan went back outside, there were other prize-winners making ad-lib performances . Compared to Qin Guan though, who had gotten several flower baskets, they were not as successful . Qin Guan helplessly watched Sister Xue take out 1,000 yuan from his money . No tip, huh? You even get a share from my performance at the annual gala? I object! Overruled!
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