Chapter 658 First Meeting
Hesitation. struggle. Pull.
Melvin knew that he was like an idiot, standing at the door with both feet but still unable to make a decision indecisively.
However, he has always been like this.
Before making a decision, hesitating over and over again, questioning yourself and overthrowing yourself, this requires a process; after making up your mind, never look back, and go all the way to the end wholeheartedly.
Therefore, family and friends always say that he is too extreme.
But that’s what he is.
Now, it’s the same.
On the one hand, he told himself that this was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and maybe Anson Wood could be a new turning point in his career.
On the one hand, he couldn't help but worry that this change might ruin all his efforts and put him in an irreversible predicament.
To the left or to the right.
He needs an inspiration and a signal.
Then.
“Hey, be careful.”
Far away, half a street away, there was a warning from the sun. Melvin, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was completely caught off guard. There was no time to react, and he was not even sure whether the other party was calling him.
Subconsciously, he curled up his head like a turtle and bared his teeth, waiting for danger to come.
But.
Nothing, nothing happened.
Melvin:? ? ?
So, what to be careful about, UFOs?
The stiff muscles relaxed, and Melvin was finally able to control his body. He turned his head and looked over, and at a glance he saw a football that Gululu stopped halfway through rolling.
Wait, football?
Can anyone explain why football appears here?
Raising his head, Melvin was about to pry around when he saw a figure -
Young and energetic, with a bright smile blooming perfectly at the corner of his mouth, dripping with sweat and flushed cheeks The red and golden sunshine is like a naughty elf, jumping back and forth between the golden-brown slightly curly hair, playing a hide-and-seek game. The world suddenly becomes brighter and blooms in front of your eyes.
Involuntarily, Melvin forgot to continue searching, and his eyes naturally followed the figure.
"I'm sorry."
"I just didn't control my power well and went off track. I almost had an accident. Are you okay?"
Bright and brisk.
He shouted, with a smile that made people unable to take their eyes away but unable to look directly at him.
Finally, Melvin came to his senses and waved his hands to show that he was fine.
“That’s great, can you throw the football over?”
Shouting from a distance, bathed in the sun like Apollo, this made Melvin slightly smile I was stunned for a moment, thinking about what I should do -
Football? He's not familiar with it.
To be more precise, all sports have nothing to do with him.
So, how should you throw a football?
In the brief moment of hesitation, the figure did not continue to shout, but took direct action, trotting all the way closer and coming towards him.
He stopped not far ahead and picked up the rugby himself.
"Sorry, obviously, I almost had an accident just now. I shouldn't have asked you to pick up the ball. You can just run two steps by yourself. Ha, look, things are much simpler."
While saying While doing so, he lightly tossed the football and caught it again. Melvin finally found his voice, "I would like to help, but to be honest, I know nothing about football, and I don't know what to do."
“Haha, I don’t know, I’m just playing around here, just messing around. Hush, keep it a secret, I play football like baseball, this is our secret, there is no need to tell Someone else."
Looking at the face in front of him, a smile couldn't help but creep up on Melvin's lips again.
Before Melvin could speak, the figure had no intention of staying any longer and turned around to leave. Melvin was a little anxious and couldn't help but call out.
"Anson..."
The person in front of him was none other than Anson.
Logically speaking, in the past six months, Anson’s exposure has been incredible. The entire North American region is dominated by that handsome face, and viewers who have not watched “Spider-Man” are actually a minority. , it is conceivable that they have seen different appearances and faces of Anson.
However, Anson at this moment is still strange and still eye-catching.
A San Francisco 49ers jersey, a pair of white sports shorts, skate shoes and stockings, full of youthful vigor and vitality, not like the nerd Peter Parker, nor like the gentleman in a fashion magazine .
Same face, but subtly different temperament.
After one meeting, Melvin was deeply impressed and inspired.
However, when he called Anson, Melvin's mind went blank. He didn't know what he should say. It was just a subconscious action.
Then Melvin forced the words out of his throat.
"Style, work, are you ready..."
The keywords popped up one by one, and Melvin didn't know what he was talking about.
But Anson actually understood, "The interview for a personal stylist, right? It's going on inside, you just push the door open and go in."
Melvin:? ? ?
What does it mean?
The protagonist of the private styling job is right in front of him, and the protagonist with the decision-making power is right in front of him - playing rugby, how to conduct the interview inside, and who should he style for, does it really matter?
Looking at Anson in front of him, Melvin was completely confused and confused; however, Anson did not stop, turned around and ran back, continuing to play the passing game with another figure.
Melvin was left standing alone, messy in the wind.
Uh, this...so, what should I do?
Melvin stayed there for a moment, his eyes drifting to Anson——
He swore that he had no interest in any ball games or sports, let alone participating in them. , not even interested in watching.
During his childhood, his father had been looking forward to playing baseball catch with him, which seems to be the romantic fantasy of most American fathers; but he was completely uninterested and ended up falling in both attempts. After that, my father finally gave up trying.
But at this time, Melvin finally understood that the pleasing scene in front of him was not a face or a figure, but a return to the primitive instinct of running, exerting force, and fighting. A kind of passion burned in the air, mobilizing the adrenal glands. To feel the rhythm of the pulse of life.
Then, Melvin turned around and pushed in the door——
Don’t get me wrong, he still had no interest in sports, just because of Anson, because Anson showed a completely different temperament and charm. .
He thought, maybe he should give himself and Anson a chance to try.
So, before he could react, Melvin was already standing indoors.
A standard boutique store has a fitting room in the center, surrounded by a ring, with a dazzling array of clothes hanging on the circular gantry.
Moreover, the scale is somewhat huge.
One layer, two layers, three layers... If you don't pay attention, you will lose count, because the colors of the clothes all collide together and it is dazzling.
At a rough glance, there are at least seven or even eight floors.
Like a maze.
At this time, there were already two people busy inside, seemingly choosing clothes.
Wait, are there any competitors?
Eddie didn’t tell him about this.
(End of this chapter)