Conan: The Mechanic

In addition, there is a very serious issue - money.

Hotaru didn't know if his father had paid his mother every month to maintain their livelihood. But she knows that after the death of her mother, the family's settlement passbook (the kind that can be transferred into) has never received a penny.

Mother did not have much savings before her death, and she was able to persist until the first year of junior high because the young man used his own money to support her. When he left, the remaining money quickly reached the point where he could not use it. Even getting a job handing out flyers can hardly make up for the shortfall in living expenses.

Just when Yingying had a headache, she accidentally opened the door to a new world.

"Model?" Yingying, who was working part-time and holding a pile of flyers, looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her and blocked her way.

"Yes," the man nodded. "We think you have a great talent for modeling, so we hope you can model for us and do a set of clothing photos - of course, it's paid work."

"How much is the hourly salary?" Ying asked, obviously moved.

"The number of photos you take is tied to sales," the man explained. "According to the grades of the previous children, it is about 1,000 yen. However, you are much prettier than them, and if the efficiency is not bad, you will earn more than them."

"..." Ying nodded after thinking for a moment. "I can give it a try."

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weekend.

"Choose one of these clothes?" Yingying lightly put her fingers on her thin lips in casual clothes, looking at the variety of clothes in front of her that could almost be called dazzling.

"That's right," the male photographer not far away nodded. "Just pick one you like."

"Excuse me..." Ying took down two sets of clothes from the pole on which the clothes were hung at the same time. "Are you paid the same for wearing both suits? I mean the same amount."

The two clothes she was holding were a very conservative white long dress, the length of the skirt, and the other was a white short-sleeved skirt, the bottom of the skirt was barely enough even after it was pulled to the lowest height. to about eighteen centimeters above the knee.

This length is a bit shocking for junior high school girls whose minds have not yet formally integrated with the adult world.

(The average height of girls aged 18 to 25 in the 1990s was 159.1 cm, the knee height was 41 cm, and the perineum height was 71.1 cm, while Mizuka Ying’s current height is 146 cm. Considering her body proportion is better, the knee height is about 39 cm. , the height of the perineum is 68 cm. Wearing 18 cm above the knee on her body is probably equivalent to the effect of pulling the 15 cm skirt above the knee, which is common in girls' high schools, and then pulling it up by 5 cm)

"Uh..." The male photographer hesitated for a while, but still said. "Do you think the skirt on the right is too short?"

(Japan was heavily influenced by works related to bad girls from the 1970s to the mid-1990s. Students used long skirts that were almost close to the ground. It was not until the mid-1990s that they gradually turned to short skirts. Although the miniskirt trend was once in the 1960s and 1970s Landed in Japan, but was not popular under Japan's strict etiquette constraints.)

"There are also some lengths between these two skirts, such as ten centimeters above the knee over there-" The male photographer was interrupted by Yingying before he could finish.

"What I want to ask is," Hotaru said again. "Does wearing this short skirt make more money than a long skirt?"

"Of course," the male photographer nodded. "Our magazine itself is mainly about girls in short skirts, so if you wear shorter ones, you must-"

"Then I won't wear this short skirt." Ying shook her head and put the two sets of clothes back on the hanger.

"That..." The male photographer hadn't had time to persuade Yingying to try on the more conservative clothes, but found that Yingying actually started rummaging in the clothes again.

Then, she took out another dress. "I think this is more appropriate."

"Which set--" The photographer had just asked halfway through, and his words seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, completely cut off.

Yingying held the dress, her eyes narrowed into crescents. "Excuse me, is this dress okay?"

"Ah...ah..." The photographer looked at Yingying in shock, unable to speak for a while.

It was... a very simple dress in every sense. The reason why it's simple is because this suit is more revealing than the short-sleeved skirt I got before - if the photographer remembers correctly, this is the most revealing outerwear in stock here, no other. one.

"What's wrong?" Ying smiled and looked at the photographer. "Is it because I can't wear this dress? But look, this dress is really beautiful!"

In her hand is a black microskirt that is much shorter than the previous short skirt (a kind of skirt shorter than a miniskirt, it can only cover the hip line, if the example from Japan is used, it is equivalent to a normal student Thirty centimeters above the knee...yes, thirty centimeters above the knee...neither below the knee nor thirteen...this length means that even just bending over or moving too much will cause it to slip out) and with this skirt Hanging together is a black navel dress that will reveal the navel after wearing it, and this dress actually has a specially reserved opening at the chest!

"That dress is too..." The photographer felt his throat dry. "It's too much for you..."

"Why?" Ying tilted her head and asked curiously. "From the note I just found on the hanger, isn't the basic compensation and sales share of wearing this dress the highest?"

"But..." The photographer instinctively wanted to find a reason for Yingying not to choose this highly revealing dress-although she chose this job, she was still just a child. It's a bit too much for a young child.

Just when he was nervously trying to find a reason, his eyes suddenly stopped on the chest of the cropped shirt, and then he thought of an excuse.

"You're still just a twelve-year-old girl, right?" the photographer said quickly. "You... are not mature yet, this navel dress has very high requirements on the figure-"

"Hmm-" Ying glanced at her chest and sighed. "It seems to be the case..."

"Look," the photographer said with relief. "So let's switch to a normal—"

"I can wear a tight, light-colored sweater with a turtleneck, which by showing the curves of my body—"

"No way!" The cameraman immediately realized what she meant~www.readwn.com~ and stopped. "In that case, the belly button will be covered, and the purpose of wearing this dress will be lost!"

(Even a girl with a small breast has a way to make others think that she has a big breast, that is - to create a more delicate body curve! Because outsiders have no way to intuitively judge the size after putting on clothes, to a large extent All are judged with the aid of body curves.)

"..." Ying showed an embarrassed expression, and then turned her attention to the pile of clothes again. "Um----!!!"

Yingying's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she took out a white cropped turtleneck sweater from the pile of clothes - this sweater was about the size of a black cropped dress, just enough to cover it completely. It doesn't cover much skin either. "Is that always possible?"

Following her words, the sweater slid across the surface of the black fabric, and finally made Ying's figure incisively and vividly.

(Three magic weapons for flat chests - light-colored tight-fitting high-neck collars~ If these three can't be helped, you can also hang a pendant on the chest that can create a sense of visual expansion~~~)

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