Chapter 16

Istillbelieve

thatyouwillbehere

andgivemeasign

hitmebabyonemoretime

"Rocca, it's time for you to play!"

The on-site staff reminded, Rocca suddenly raised his spirits, his eyes refocused, his waist was naturally straight, his shoulders were flat, and his arms were naturally hanging down.

When the bearded Brother Ben Hill came, he walked with a healthy stride toward the exhibition hall.

Today's fashion show is on the first floor of the Art Museum, a palace-like hall.

The seats on the scene were arranged in the shape of 'hui', and the audience sat on the inside and outside floors.

The model needs to circle around the middle aisle of the word 'back', from the right side to the left, the middle aisle is about 200 meters, more than 220 steps, and it takes three minutes to make a trip.

Rocca appeared from the right, dressed in a Zhongshan-style suit, and slowly walked down the aisle of the word 'back'.

Move times to hit times ~

His footsteps are on the rhythm of the music, calm and rhythmic.

The audience looked up and down at him, as well as the clothes on his body, his handsome face, dark brown hair, fair skin, blue-black pupils, and a tough facial contour, giving people an elegant sexiness.

He is tall and tall, with wide shoulders and a thin waist, and wearing this dress further highlights his temperament, sharp and handsome, elegant and steady.

"Oh, this is a great lad"

"Is this model a newcomer?" Very nice! "

"Mia, I want to date him"

A lot of people talk softly.

They include brands from all over the world, designers, magazine editors, or just an audience of beautiful and handsome men.

According to their respective identities, they will appreciate Rocca from all aspects, from the fashion style, from the stage, from the appearance, from the aura, from the model agency, even from the size and so on.

One of the photographers focused the camera on Rocca's face.

Rocca's facial contours are angular and artistic, and his appearance is more attractive to admire from the lens.

If he could, he'd love to take a set of art photos for Rocca.

Click~

The photographer pointed at Rocca and pressed the shutter.

Suddenly he noticed a detail—the new model suddenly frowned as she turned around, and a look of unnaturalness flashed on her face, as if she were in pain.

But only for a moment, he returned to normal.

The photographer frowned, sure enough, it was a newcomer, or could not avoid unexpected situations.

Move times to hit times ~

More than three hundred meters of passage, Rocca walked more than four hundred and thirty steps, and in the second half of the way, his steps became heavier, but his body still did not move.

Finally he gritted his teeth and walked back to the passage on the left.

As soon as he returned to the dressing room, he stumbled and bumped into several hangers.

There was a cacophony of noise.

Sweat on his forehead suddenly poked out of the fine pores.

He groaned and slowly lay down on the floor to lighten the burden on his lumbar spine.

When he just walked to the front end to make a turning motion, there was a click, and a sharp pain was transmitted from the lumbar spine to the nerve center, and the severe pain destroyed his nerves and almost made him collapse.

He persevered desperately along the way, and now he finally couldn't help it, and he curled up on the floor with his head in his arms, his whole body trembling slightly.

"Rocca, ready!"

The temporary assistant in charge of helping him change his clothes urged impatiently.

The temporary assistant was called John, the organizer had arranged for someone, a white man in his thirties with messy hair.

Rocca looked up and opened his mouth, he wanted to say give up, but when the words came out, they turned into a hoarse moan:

"I'll come right away!"

John saw that he was excessively pale, sweat and tears on his head, and smiled coldly, this man must be a drug addict, and he had seen a lot in all these years of working on the runway.

John rolled his eyes, took a packet of powder from his pocket, crouched down and smiled, "Two hundred dollars, do you want it?" "

Jujube pills?

Rocca's eyes lit up, eating jujube pills can relieve pain, the predecessor often eats, but also because of this, to not use it again, just the last time?

He held out his hand slowly.

John showed a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, these models looked tall and handsome, the scenery was incomparable, in fact, addicts, guys, all kinds of quirks... This Rocca looked quite healthy and sunny, and I didn't expect it to be the same.

"Rocca, hold it, you need this, hehe~"

John said softly, and just when he thought he could make another business, Rocca withdrew his hand with lightning, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"What's wrong, two hundred us knives are not high!"

"Me, I don't need this"

Rocca gritted his teeth and shook his head somewhat stiffly.

Can't touch!

Definitely can't touch the pin again!

The predecessor was inherently addictive.

He persisted for more than a month before he slowly got better.

If he made an excuse to indulge once today, there would be countless times in the future, and in the process of giving in again and again, he could not believe what kind of person he would become.

Models can not do it, but the product must not be touched again.

"Ahem!"

John lost an opportunity to earn extra money, stood up unhappily, and said coldly, "Then hurry up, break the performance contract, but more than two hundred dollars in compensation."

"I see!"

Rocca touched the sweat on his face, propped his hands on the ground, and stood up in a somewhat awkward motion, his snow-white teeth stained with blood at some point.

"Rocca, three hundred dollars now, do you want it?"

John looked at him with a playful look, quitting drugs? Oh, people who rehabilitate from drugs have seen more, how many can be successful?

"I don't need to!"

Rocca walked slowly with the hanger.

"It's five hundred now"

John chuckled, believing that Rocca would give up unnecessary persistence.

Suddenly Rocca set his foot and looked back at him, his black eyes as glaring as lightning.

John couldn't help but take a half-step back, "What do you want to do?" "

"Oh wow"

Rocca gritted her bloody teeth and said hoarsely, "You know, I'm Actually God!" "

John stood where he was, staring at his back in amazement, tall, stubborn, strong, towering like a mountain.

He said he was God? '

John believed for a second, and suddenly smiled to himself, "Oh, you are neurotic!" "

Soon the second show began.

Rocca changed into a second set of fashion, the upper body denim jacket, no buttons, open clothes, revealing strong muscles, looking a little debauched, the bottom of the tight jeans, the fabric is studded with a lot of metal pieces, Brin Brin's.

On the stage, in the cheerful music, he endured the pain and stepped out of the most stubborn steps, allowing the breeze to gently caress his chest and abs, allowing everyone to watch and others to judge.

"Oh, this new face is so strange!"

"He looks amazing!"

"I saw the aura of a supermodel in him"

Listening to the soft admiration of others, Rocca could only clench his teeth as much as possible and swallow a mouthful of blood.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is dressed in fashion and looks very beautiful, but who knows how much pain he is suffering.

Men have to be tough on themselves, don't they?

Rocca pulled the corners of his mouth, and took another circle of four hundred and forty steps, a little slower than the previous lap, and took a few more steps.

Back in the dressing area again, he ignored the eyes of others, took off his clothes, and lay straight down on the cold floor.

The cold floor irritated the scalding skin, and the pain seemed to be much lessened.

Poof, poof, poof

A pair of hard-soled cowhide shoes came over, and John, who had helped him change his clothes, squatted down, took out the small bag and said with a smile:

"God, do you want it, a thousand dollars!"

Rocca stared at him silently and suddenly smiled.

"Do you know that legend has it that God went through all kinds of tribulations and temptations before he became a god, and you are the devil who prevented me from becoming God?"

John chuckled, "The kingdom of heaven is gone, where are you going to be God?" "

Rocca shook his head slightly, "Whoever said that the kingdom of heaven is not there, where I am, where the kingdom of heaven is."

Seeing the dazzling brilliance in his deep black eyes, John couldn't help but shudder and laughed again, "I guess what you need is not this, but a psychiatrist, right?" "

Rocca smiled faintly and stood up slowly.

"Come on, dress me up!"

He straightened his back and stretched out his hands, like an emperor waiting for the yellow robe to be added.

"Hmm, pretend, I see how long you can hold out?"

John put away the pouch in disappointment.

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