Chapter 250
After running fifty meters while carrying Shen Moqing, Xie Mi successfully completed the task. Before heading to the styling room, she stopped by to settle it and claim a new mission.
“Here, two-fifty.” Xie Mi generously split the prize money in half and handed Shen Moqing his share.
Shen Moqing clicked his tongue lightly. “Teacher Xie, you really have an advanced way of cursing people now.”
In the styling room, everyone gathered.
Before their eyes were rows of dazzling clothes, practically every style and theme imaginable, enough to make one’s head spin.
The stylists were already prepared.
“Today’s promotional photos will all be taken at the beach. Teachers, you can think about what theme you’d like to shoot. We have school style, American style, ethnic style, traditional style…”
“There are also booklets here for reference, please take a look.”
Xie Mi took a booklet and began flipping through it curiously.
Inside were exquisitely shot couple portraits, each one dreamy and atmospheric.
Shen Moqing leaned slightly toward her, looking together, and asked casually:
“Has Teacher Xie ever shot something like this before?”
“Not really.”
The words slipped out, but then she paused to think and added, “Though… kind of, maybe.”
She herself hadn’t, but the original Xie Mi had.
Shen Moqing’s brows arched, his gaze sliding over her focused side profile. The corners of his lips curled into a faint arc. “Whether you have or haven’t, let’s treat this as the first time, how about that?”
“Sure.”
Xie Mi closed the booklet, her eyes lighting up with interest as she looked at the rows of outfits. “Then we’ve got to pick something really good.”
To her, this was a novel experience.
After all, since childhood she had been famous for terrible selfies—praised for her “creative angles”—and whenever she was in group photos, she always managed to close her eyes at the exact moment the shutter clicked. A true natural-born disaster for photos.
Now she eagerly browsed the clothing racks. Shen Moqing patiently accompanied her, following every step, occasionally offering suggestions—like a couple shopping together.
If only the clothes she picked weren’t so questionable.
[Big Silly Chun what the hell did you pick up!! Who put this leopard-print thing here, is this even allowed?!!]
[First one—toss it. Second one—toss it. Third one—throw it further!!!]
[Old Shen if you dare agree with Old Xie one more time, see what happens!! She’s got no sense of aesthetics and now you don’t either? Kids misbehave because parents indulge them!]
[Someone please take Old Xie’s fashion rights away already!!]
Fortunately, Director Niu also knew how important this shoot was. After all, these were promotional photos to be used across platforms—they couldn’t afford to be laughed at.
So he snuck around behind Xie Mi, collecting every ugly outfit she picked up and put down, hiding them away before finally relaxing.
Then he turned and scolded the nearby staff. “Who put these clothes out here? Don’t you know today’s for promotional shots? Were these not screened?”
The assistant director in the group just smiled mysteriously, hiding his merit and fame.
Teacher Xie’s taste—I’ve got her back, you understand?
Director Niu promptly tossed the clothes over his head.
“Knew it was you, you idiot. Get lost!!”
After rounds of selection, each group had mostly confirmed their themes.
Xu Shuangrong and Yu Jinzhe chose simple school uniforms—white shirts with black skirts and pants.
“Since Jinzhe is still a student, we wanted to try the school theme. I’m just lucky to share his light—after graduating so long ago, I get to wear a uniform once more.”
Xu Shuangrong said with a smile.
Yu Jinzhe answered obediently, “But don’t you often play high school students?”
The deadliest wounds are those unintentional. Xu Shuangrong’s smiling mask nearly cracked. “…Well, that’s true too.”
[She’s literally played high school students since debut. Yu Jinzhe, you really know how to stab people in the heart.]
[Maybe he didn’t mean it, but the way he said it—it really sounds like he’s calling her out for pretending to be young, hahaha.]
Xiao Jingxi and Lai Bingxuan’s group chose traditional style.
But disagreements arose over the outfits.
Xiao Jingxi picked a flowing white robe, clearly aiming for the aloof immortal aesthetic.
But Lai Bingxuan insisted on armor.
“Didn’t they say we can set our own scenarios? Why can’t I wear armor and stab him with a sword?”
Xiao Jingxi: “…Miss Lai, these are for promotional purposes.”
“I’m eliminating evil for the people. Isn’t that worth promoting?”
“….”
Director Niu quickly halted them and had stylists try to talk Lai Bingxuan out of it.
Meanwhile, Qiu Chengye and Liu Woxing had also “settled” on French style.
Except one chose French court style, the other French pastoral style.
Qiu Chengye: “?”
Qiu Chengye: “A noble family must naturally look grand and majestic. What even is your choice, farming?”
Liu Woxing glanced at the heavy-skirted lady’s dress in his hand. “You like it so much? Then you wear it.”
Qiu Chengye: “???”
Director Niu was numb.
Can’t you two just agree on something first?!
“We’re ready too.”
Xie Mi’s voice rang out. “Don’t worry, we’re totally harmonious here, absolutely aligned in taste.”
Director Niu’s eyes lit up, and he turned to look—
Only to nearly black out on the spot.
Maybe… being “aligned” wasn’t such a good thing after all.
