[BL-B2] Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil

Top Supermodel 8.17

Chapter 17

Gustav was horrified by that scene, he almost ran over to pull Kitten into his arms. He deeply blamed himself for coming up with such a dangerous idea.

His face maintained a tensed elegant expression, hiding a layer of cold sweat behind it, his palm was almost dripping sweat.

Bonnie walked up to him and teased in schadenfreude, "Are you okay? Boss? I thought I just saw you tremble a bit?"

Gustav whispered, "Whose idea was it to tie the paper so high? Don't you know it's dangerous? He was almost blown away." God knew how his heart almost exploded.

"Jeffrey." Bonnie heartlessly betrayed her teammate, "He said that tying it up high will make us see the contestants' twisted terrified faces, maybe someone will curl up and cry. The scene would be very interesting and pull in high ratings."

Gustav coldly glared at the cheerfully snickering Jeffrey.

Zhou Yun Sheng was even an immortal with martial arts flying skills once, walking at this high-altitude was a cake walk. He soon finished a lap and found the three sheets of paper.

The first note listed a white shirt and jeans, the second note was a guitar, and the third note said South.

He immediately ran into the dressing room, picked out a white shirt and jeans and asked for a guitar from the prop master, then he ran into the styling room to have the stylists tidy his makeup. He walked to the south shooting location, looking shy and fresh like a high school student.

If his Aunt hadn't embezzled the inheritance his parents had left him, Romeo would now be in high school, rather than running around and participating in a TV show.

"Hello Mr. Acheson, I'm ready to take my photos." He smiled at the tall man who was adjusting his camera.

Gustav pretended to just notice him and stood up to shake his hands and instruct, "Sit on this high chair, I'll take care of your photos.

The judges will judge the pros and cons of your best photo in this challenge. Rest assured, I'm not only a model, I'm also a professional photographer. My works have won gold medals in the International Photography Competition."

Zhou Yun Sheng gave an impressed expression, his blue eyes full of worship.

Gustav tried to maintain a serious expression, to stop himself from laughing like a fool. He took out his cell phone and asked, "Do you want to see my works?" He liked having the teenager look at him as if they were the only two people in the world.

Zhou Yun Sheng actually wanted to finish his pictures quickly, but in order to placate the producer's vanity, he had to say that he was happy to oblige.

Gustav showed off his most proud works, animals, scenery, but no people. He never photographed people, he felt that there was no one in the world who deserved to be remembered and leave a never-fading image in his mind. They would disappear sooner or later, and he would exist long after them.

This idea was arrogant and absurd, but it was firmly rooted in his soul. But now, things were different. He frantically collected all the teenager's images, like a voyeur, hiding in the dark study, obsessively re-playing his game footage over and over.

He was fascinated by his every move. And, as he stood beside him, his fuzzy little head within arm's reach, his warm breath was tickling his wrist, causing every one of his muscles to tremble with excitement. He needed to devote all his self-control to suppress his desire to embrace the boy.

Zhou Yun Sheng was surprised, he didn't expect Gustav Acheson's photography skills would be so great. He would always use the most unique perspective to shoot the most unique photos, like a bystander in the world's parade, sober and indifferent. The man's heart was completely different from his appearance.