I'm in the modeling circle

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On the screen, Alisa gritted her teeth in anger, and looked at the interviewers with eyes full of anger.

The middle-aged woman with long blond hair in the middle is acting as a peacemaker again, "I'm sorry, Alice, the two of them just have a bit of a bad mouth, but they are both professional, so don't feel bad about it."

These words not only did not extinguish Alisa's anger, but made her even angrier, "Sorry, my name is Alisa, not Alice."

The middle-aged woman was a little surprised when she heard the words, but said indifferently, "Ah, is that so? I'm sorry, I thought black people like to be named Alice, after all, this name sounds more noble."

The last few words were taken back from her mouth just right, not only making people understand the meaning of her words, but also not uttering the complete words to avoid appearing vulgar.

"You..." Alyssa was obviously angry, and her chest kept rising and falling, looking a bit majestic.

The Caucasian man's eyes couldn't help but freeze, his Adam's apple tightened, and his mouth suddenly felt a little dry.

"Oh my God, this interviewer is so horny! Do you know how to respect women!" Yan Xiaoli couldn't bear it again, and complained loudly.

Yan Xiaoli's mother, who was knitting a sweater next to her, couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Alisa on the screen did not clenched her fists tightly, and then quickly turned around, holding the doorknob with one hand, and was about to open the door and go out as soon as she turned it.

At this time, the short-haired woman pushed the frame of her glasses and said slowly, "Don't you want to have an interview?" Her tone was somewhat arrogant and rude.

Alisa paused, when the camera zoomed in on her face, her lips were tightly pursed, her eyes were full of anger and helplessness, her big eyes lowered helplessly, and then opened quickly.

Alisa turned around and looked at the three interviewers on the table, "What do I need to do?"

"Take a step from there and show us." The short-haired woman smiled contemptuously.

"Okay." Alisa lowered her head, quickly adjusted her posture and expression, and walked forward with a pair of long legs.

Even though there was no music at the scene, the whole body still walked with a sense of rhythm, with a firm and confident face looking straight ahead, but the next second the face froze.

I saw the short-haired woman just now smiled and picked up the phone from the table, swipe the screen with her fingertips, and looked at the phone with her eyes.

But the middle-aged woman in the middle was sipping coffee gracefully, holding a small biscuit in her hand. The smell of the biscuit made her squint her eyes so intoxicated that she didn't glance at Alisa.

As for the white man, although he looked at Alisa, his squinting expression and the tongue sticking out of his mouth made people feel disgusted.

Although Alisa was stunned, her professional quality allowed her to complete this short step. After standing still, the short-haired woman seemed to realize that Alisa was walking.

With a chuckle, he said perfunctorily, "It's a good walk, go back and wait for the notice."

Saying that, he waved his hand to let Alisa open the door and leave by herself.

Alisa looked at the three people in front of her, and her heart was burning with a lot of anger. Not only did she snort coldly, "I don't want this opportunity to go on the catwalk!"

After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a "snap", which shocked the three interviewers.

"What kind of person is this! Black people just have no quality!" The short-haired woman fanned the air in front of her eyes with disgust, as if there was an unpleasant smell.

The white man winked at her and smiled meaningfully, "Yes, if it wasn't for her figure that interested me, I wouldn't even want to see her steps."

The expression between the words has the feeling of a wretched uncle.

"Stop talking, let's be next." The middle-aged woman put down her coffee and said to the secretary who poked her head out of the door.

　There have been a lot of cuties in the past few days~ Xiaoya has tried his best to write everyone up, if there are cuties that are missing, you can remind Xiaoya!

　　In other words, Xiaoya is very nervous to be recommended these days, because it is the first time to write an article, and I don't know what you guys think about the writing. After seeing the comments, Xiaoya feels relieved.

　　Then took out a long speech, ahem, thanks to the following cuties: Aurora Lala (this looks like a witch from the magical world), Yinglu (by visual inspection, this is a big boss), jenny7207 (the boss I am a little interested in the numbers behind some cuties), laughing at myself and being busy all my life (uh huh, people depend on food! I hope I understand correctly~), the city of books (maybe there are many books in this city?), call me Her Royal Highness (Grab a local tycoon! Hug your thighs!), I don’t want to be alone in my dream (How about Lan Xu to accompany you?), Answet (this little cutie, thank you for your comment! Mmmm~), Lian Yue Er (a very poetic nickname), free639 (do you have freestyle?), Alice (your English name, would you like to come to my article for a guest appearance!), Reader 153 (where is your bosom friend?), BigOaks (looking at the inexplicable Western style), passageuse (article user?), white teeth and bright eyes (at first glance, she is a beautiful young lady!), Brother Rong (inexplicably found that I have had several male readers recently! I am a little nervous)～

　　Finally, special thanks to "Book Friends 2018" for their support! ()
　　


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