None of them understood the meaning of those words.
Selena knew she had achieved her goal when she saw the confused looks on their faces. “I want each of you to pick one out of these seven random strangers and help them discover their true selves.”
So, those people behind her are our models? Those black rags are covering their bodies entirely, so we can’t even see their faces, let alone their figures! What if we end up picking a model with an unpleasant body shape? That could easily cost us the competition! This is way too risky!
With that in mind, Margaret decided to speak her mind even if it would sound offensive. “This isn’t very fair, Ms. Selena. We’re designers, so we should design clothes that look unique and contemporary instead of giving random strangers makeovers.”
We went to prestigious schools and spent day and night in tailor rooms so that our designs would become famous all over the world! How could they judge our capabilities using random strangers they picked off the street? This is unfair
“That’s right! Could you please change the theme, Ms. Selena? Maybe make it a retro theme or something?” Nancy added.
The rest of the designers agreed with Margaret and Nancy.
These people might not even know how to do a catwalk, which would render our designs completely useless! There’s no point in working hard to make the best outfit if the model can’t bring out the best in it! How could Ms. Selena toy with us like this? Could it be that she has secretly selected a good–looking model for Christina to help her win?
The mere thought of that was enough to put a displeased frown on their faces.
However, Selena showed no intention of changing her mind. “The competition is about to begin. Those of you who do not wish to participate in it may leave now!”
The designers were stunned by her decision to stand firm.
Having overcome so many difficult obstacles just to get into the finals, there was no way they would give up so easily.
Minola then walked up to them with a box and said, “To ensure that the process is fair for everyone, we will have you draw lots to choose your model.”
Drawing lots, huh? That seems fair. At the very least, no one would be able to cheat or fake the results.
With that in mind, Margaret stepped forward and picked out a card from the box. Upon examining her card, she saw it had the number seven written on it.
Realizing that it was impossible to change the rules of the competition, the other designers followed suit and hoped that they would get a decent model.
Christina and Benjamin were the last ones to draw lots from the box. The model numbers they got were four and six, respectively.
After being assigned to a model each, they walked up to their respective models without even knowing what they looked like.
Christina ripped off the black cloth on her model after a brief moment of hesitation, only to freeze in
shock when she saw the person in front of her.
Wait a minute… She looks more like a homeless person than a random stranger from the streets! Her clothes are tattered, and her fingernails have turned purple from the cold! How does she even survive the freezing temperatures in those thin pants of hers?
She looked so terrifying that some of the designers screamed upon seeing her. One of the designers‘ legs gave out beneath her, causing her to slump weakly to the floor.
“What the f*ck? She looks so scary!” Nancy exclaimed in terror and crawled backward on all fours.
Everyone else removed the rags from their models as well. Sure enough, the models were all homeless men and women in their twenties. The clothes they had on were filthy and tattered. Some of them were held in place with stitches, but holes could still be seen on them regardless.
They looked no different from beggars on the streets with their worn–out clothes and filthy appearance. In fact, they looked so dirty that one would feel soiled simply by breathing the same air as them. Due to their being homeless, they had long since gotten used to people viewing them with disgust. Even so, seeing the look of fear and disgust in the designers‘ eyes still made them feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Only those who had experienced such treatment would understand how they felt.
As the designers had never seen such people in their lives, they were all scared out of their wits and ran crying toward Selena. “These people could be carrying diseases, Ms. Selena! We don’t want to go near them!”
“That’s right, Ms. Selena! Just look at how filthy their clothes are! It’s so disgusting!”
“Could you please get us another batch of models?”
Selena’s expression slid into a frown as her face clouded over. “What are you girls saying, huh? Do you really think I wouldn’t have the models undergo a health screening beforehand?” she snapped at them sternly.
The designers all fell silent when they heard that.
“It’s true that these models are homeless people, but I have put them all through a comprehensive health screening and got them all to clean themselves thoroughly in the shower. As for the clothes, we wanted to keep them on the models so that you girls could understand the models better. You have four hours to give them a complete makeover. The competition has begun, and it will not stop for any one of you. I will not change any of the rules either, so those of you who would like to forfeit may do so now. Otherwise, proceed to work on your model!” Selena continued with an authoritative voice.
All the designers in the room remained silent. None of them dared protest any further as they made their way back to their respective workstations.
The cameras installed in all four corners of the room captured everything on video and streamed it online.
The director couldn’t help but marvel at Selena’s brilliant idea.
He didn’t know why Selena chose to use homeless people as models, but her decision had helped him
achieve the desired effect, so he didn’t mind it one bit.
It wasn’t long before the livestream garnered millions of viewers, all of which were expressing their shock in the comments section.
A comment read: Whoa… Using homeless people as models? This is way too scary for me! I’d have forfeited the competition if I were them!
I wish I had half the courage of those designers…
Is Ms. Selena doing this to punish them for what they did last night?
Good luck, Christina!
After taking a moment to regain her composure, Christina lifted her head and took a good look at her model.
She appears to be twenty–six or twenty–seven years old. Because she has been out in the sun for prolonged periods of time with no skin care at all, there are a lot of spots on her skin, and her lips have a few deep cracks on them. Putting those aside, however, she does have a decent figure. She’s slim and has hardly any excess body fat anywhere.
Noticing that the woman felt a little insecure and awkward from her staring, Christina flashed her a smile and said, “Hi, my name is Christina Steele, and I will be your designer for today. I’m going to take waist measurement, okay?”
The woman was stunned when she saw Christina’s beautiful smile. How long has it been since someone smiled at me like this?
“Okay,” she replied awkwardly with a nod.
Christina then pulled out her measuring tape and noted down the woman’s waist measurement.