Chapter 270 Female Tyrannosaurus

They didn't pay much attention to this episode.

After all, Wang Jianing was just a little girl at first glance. It was understandable to ask passers-by to save her when she encountered this kind of thing. Fortunately, she didn't suffer any injuries this time, so she didn't take it to heart.

After a few days of rest, the game is about to start.

In the afternoon of the second day, they were brought into a room by the assistants of the headquarters of Ruili Magazine.

There were people of all colors in the room.

When Pei Huai'an and Song Chujiu first stepped into the door, the white assistant over there pointed to the two small stools in the last row of the room and said, "That's the seat in the Huaxia District, sit there and wait." Bar."

She handed them two hang tags, and said lightly, "This is your hang tag, hang it up."

The white assistant's tone was not very friendly, and there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Song Chujiu didn't care about it either, she just raised her eyebrows and hung the tag on her body.

The Chinese area is marked in English on the tag, indicating their names.

After the tag was distributed, the assistant left.

The room is not very big, and the areas are clearly divided.

Each area is a small area, with a two-chapter-sized sofa chair, and a table next to the sofa chair, which is filled with various snacks and drinks.

The name of the area will be clearly marked on the table in front of each area.

They took a glance and saw the two small chairs at the end of the room, and the "China area" which was less than half the size of others.

Song Chujiu knew before coming to the foreign competition that the competition would not be so simple.

Models in China have always been despised abroad and have a low status.

Models in the Chinese region of the Ruili Star competition have almost never won, and almost every time they are rejected in the first round.

Naturally, it doesn't get much attention here.

When they walked in, they heard the whispering laughter of the white models inside.

"Look, this is a Chinese model, and it seems to be two guys from the first round."

"Hey, it's really boring. Chinese models are too weak. They seem to only walk on the runway, and their experience in actual combat and social training is pitifully weak."

"No, every time the Chinese division is eliminated in the first round, it's too boring."

"However... the two models this time look pretty good."

When everyone saw the exquisite facial features and slender figure of Song Chujiu and Pei Huai'an, they instinctively felt a little bit of threat subconsciously.

Especially when they saw Song Chujiu and her charming yet unconventional aura emanating from her bones, alarm bells rang out in their hearts.

But suddenly—a voice with a hint of surprise rang out.

"Hi, I'm Wang Jianing, I'm Chinese, and I represent North America."

When Wang Jianing saw Song Chujiu and Pei Huai'an, his eyes lit up and he waved to them.

Next to Wang Jianing, the blonde Julia with a hot figure frowned and asked, "Cora, do you know them?"

Wang Jianing nodded: "Well, they are the two people who saved me last night. If it weren't for them, I don't know what Hebrew would have done last night."

Julia widened her eyes, pointed at Song Chujiu, covered her mouth and said, "Is she the female tyrannosaurus who kicked that thing under Hebrew to disable it?"

Wang Jianing nodded.

The way Julia looked at Song Chujiu changed instantly: "Oh, my God..."

(End of this chapter)

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