Chapter 254 Rescue
"Who said my stylist can only plagiarize?" Ruth complained for Homanshu, "She just didn't want to be so high-profile."
Homanshu glanced at Ruth twice, and Ruth seemed to really protect her.
After listening to Ruth's words, everyone else's expressions showed an expression of indescribable constipation, as if gold had suddenly been dug out of a pile of discarded feces, which made people envious and disgusting.
"Thank you, Ruth." Homanshu praised Ruth in a rare way: "You are very beautiful today, and the championship will definitely be yours."
"Then do you still look at others?" Ruth asked this question again sourly.
"As for that Qu Lian, do you still want to find him?"
Huo Manshu nodded, she didn't lie.
"Qu Lian is someone I know."
But
Homanshu looked at Ruth: "Do you like me?"
Ruth seemed to have some strange feelings for her.
He always pays attention to her every move.
"I like you, am I crazy?" Ruth showed a disgusted expression.
"I don't like you, I cherish you as a friend."
Ruth looked at Homan Shu with a sad expression: "You know, people here are not free to fall in love, so you don't like anyone here."
"Huo Manshu, don't get hurt."
Huo Manshu felt more and more strange, but in order not to attract attention, Huo Manshu did not continue to ask.
Just nodding to show she understood.
The scene had already started on the other side of the stage, and Homanshu let Ruth feel it.
After Ruth passed by, Li Hua suddenly came to her side: "Huo Manshu, you are really enviable. Ruth is so kind to you. Look at all the stylists and models here who are not on the assembly line, but are exposed." Silk loves you alone.”
Huo Manshu said nothing, but looked at Li Hua.
Li Hua did not look at Huo Manshu, but apologized softly: "I didn't mean to say you plagiarized."
Huo Manshu didn't answer, just waiting for Li Hua's next words.
"If I don't do that, I will lose my models in the future. No one wants to find a stylist who will copy."
In this place, if the stylist loses his job, it is considered finished.
"Unlike you, I have a model who protects you so much." Li Hua's voice was filled with envy.
In the eyes of all stylists, Ho Manshu is the most enviable person, so they always want to target her.
"You're actually not that bad." Li Hua gave Huo Manshu a fair evaluation.
Huo Manshu hummed, she had never thought she was bad.
"Although I apologize to you, I still want to compete with you for the first place this time."
Li Hua showed a bitter smile: "I don't want to stay here any longer. If I continue like this, I will die."
Huo Manshu just nodded and asked Li Hua to cheer up: "Although you are very pitiful, I also have a reason to win."
Li Hua smiled bitterly: "Thank you for not directly saying that you would give me the title of champion."
This is her last bit of dignity as a stylist.
From Li Hua's words, Huo Manshu became more and more curious about the place she wanted to leave.
What happened to this princess town?
Obviously there seems to be no problem in this princess town, but Huo Manshu always feels that the people here seem to be too pessimistic. An idea flashed in Huo Manshu's head. Yes, people here are too pessimistic.
From Li Hua to the seemingly cheerful Ruth, everyone's mood here is too pessimistic, and everyone wants to escape.
She even saw a kind of chronic numbness in some faces.
Although Huo Manshu felt something was wrong, she didn't know what the problem was because there was too little information.
It seems that this is also an issue that needs to be investigated later.
The music on the stage over there had already started playing, and Huo Manshu put her thoughts behind her.
It is said to be a beauty contest, but in Homanshu's opinion, it is more like a model catwalk.
There were more than a hundred people participating in the competition, and Huo Manshu couldn't remember exactly. She just watched one person after another walk out expressionlessly.
Huo Manshu carefully looked out from the backstage, but did not find any audience under the stage. The feeling of disobedience in her heart became stronger and stronger.
What broke Homanshu's sense of dissonance was the death of a model.
The model suddenly fell to the ground while walking, with a patch of blood underneath him.
Ho Manshu was confused and turned to look at the models who were continuing to walk. They seemed to have not noticed that the model had fallen to the ground, and continued to walk expressionlessly.
Huo Manshu turned her head and looked at the stylists backstage. No one had any reaction. Only one stylist in the corner covered her face and sobbed softly. But other than crying, she didn't make any extra movements.
"No one wants to save him?" Huo Manshu asked curiously. As a result, everyone looked at Huo Manshu with a very strange look: "Do you want to die?"
Huo Manshu didn't know why, but she seemed to know that she probably said the wrong thing. She smiled perfunctorily, and Huo Manshu quietly watched the show again.
The lights kept changing, and under the changes in the lights, models kept falling to the ground and never getting up again.
Others are like puppets, not touched at all.
I don't know how much time passed, but Homanshu finally saw Ruth walking out. She had to say that the serious Ruth looked very pleasing to the eye.
Huo Manshu watched quietly, feeling secretly satisfied.
When Ruth walked in front of her, he suddenly turned his head and glanced in her direction. Because of that glance, he didn't notice that the stage under his feet suddenly became higher, and he fell down when he walked there.
Huo Manshu was also startled.
But the other stylists were more panicked than her: "It's over. Ruth must be over. No one has ever dared to fall here."
There was also a trace of panic on Ruth's face, but he immediately got up and wanted to make up for his mistake.
Unexpectedly, the light above his head began to change immediately.
Needless to say, even Huo Manshu already understood the meaning of that light. It was a murder warning light.
Ruth became a target.
Homanshu could ignore the others, but Ruth, she didn't want him to die.
Huo Manshu rolled up her sleeves and prepared to perform the spell.
When other stylists saw what Ho Manshu did, they thought she was crazy.
"You can't break the rules here, you can't save him!"
Everyone's eyes were frightened, "You will kill us all."
It is not that there have been times when people wanted to save their own models, but every time they failed, no one could successfully save their own models, and even that reckless rescue behavior led to more deaths in that session. Killing.
(End of chapter)