MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 4

"Brian, why would you want to come to the National Supermodel Contest?" Taylor asked this question after I walked off the stage.

When Tyler asked this question, my eyes let go for a moment, and then the smile at the corner of my mouth was just right. "For life, ma'am. When I was four years old, my mother became a victim in a vicious case, and my brother and I witnessed it. The mother was my only loved one because of the spirit Exciting, I was sent to a sanitarium, and since then I have lost the news of my three-year-old brother ... "

I didn't try to cover up this personal information because it was not difficult for me to investigate clearly in the past. On the contrary, the terrible story will surely have a sensational effect after it is broadcast. The best thing is that all of this is true.

"I want to know if he's been doing well ... but I'm afraid he remembered what happened at the time ..." I frowned and frowned, "So I say it here just to complete myself One of them. "

Seeing that Tyler took a breath to cover his mouth, the other waiting models in the room also began to shake with stabbing eyes, and I knew the story worked.

The story will not only impress the audience with me, but also the influence of the judges on me, and it will also make other models who are competitors compete against me. After all, a gentle boy with a smile on his face always doesn't seem to be so difficult to get along with? Even if it looks like a rival, there is no need to target him.

I know that after the semi-finals of the National Supermodel Contest, all models will live under the same roof for almost a month. And the camera will also shoot the models ’life in the villa. In order for me to continue the attitude of being invincible and not looking weak in the lens, I need to make my roommates before the war begins. Just leave me alone.

"Of course, this is what my psychologist told me. After years of information, I don't remember the scene at the time. But after the treatment, I have passed the age that can be adopted." My station The posture is very relaxed, hands folded between the legs, looking directly at the floor in front of the judges table, "After eighteen years old, I need a job to support myself. And my mother left me this."

I raised my finger and pointed at my face, slightly raised my face to let the shadows on my face disappear, and raised a salty smile. Some playful jokes break the original heavy, and it seems even more optimistic. Repeating the tragic story over and over again, people may be impressed by the story, but at the same time will also label you this person.

To take advantage of a story, not just to be remembered because of a story, you also need to show your personality when it's appropriate. It's no use merely to emphasize how strong you are and how to get out of the shadows. Not as impressive as a good joke. After all, in addition to looking at the face these days, men with a sense of humor are also popular, aren't they?

Tyler's tears twitched in his eyes, and he laughed when he heard the tears. Rob and Jonathan also took a deep breath and relaxed their shoulders. From the corner of my eye, I could see the models standing by the room waiting, and my eyes became gentler.

"I worked a few jobs every day after I became independent, and spent two years studying on my own. I was finally admitted to the Psychology Department of Stanford University this year." I added inspirational stories when the tragic story came to an abrupt end. "When I received the notice, I was really excited. But I knew that my deposit was not enough to cover my college tuition for several years. The school opened one month later, so I wanted to try this opportunity in the last month Try your best. "

At the end of the story, the narrative of dozens of seconds is still overwhelming. Motivational stories seemed to impress the judges, and the waiting models also started to whisper. Obviously, the high education among the models is rare, let alone students from world-renowned colleges.

I can feel that the lenses of the three cameras, except one aimed at the judges, are focused on me. I started to have red eyes, which happened to fall into the close range of a camera. The smile with tears, how to move people's hearts is my eternal subject.

After the check, I'm sure I'll be in the top 35 of the semifinals. Because when I was about to leave, Jonathan specifically found me and gave me a separate visit.

It's the kind that talks to the camera in a quiet background. This personal narrative method will also be used repeatedly in the subsequent shooting process. After all, the focus of shooting at the National Supermodel Contest, in addition to the hard shots of the models and the challenge, is the life details and personal narration in the model villa.

Each player's personal character will be reflected in a personal narrative, and the player will be asked to comment on some conflict events in the villa, his feelings about a hard shot, and so on. This is also one of the focuses of my focus. Each time a personal narrative is a quiz. How to make your audience remember what you said in just one minute or even tens of seconds is very important.

The personal interview is over. Although the unified answer for the models is to go home and wait for a week's notice, I know that several models that have been decided have been notified in advance. Fortunately, I am also in this rank.

Because I live in a hotel, I don't go home. So the so-called home received a notification call from Taylor personally, the model responded with a surprise, but I declined. To achieve their so-called surprise response, the photographer will ask you to jump and scream in front of the camera. The exaggerated acting is not suitable for the character I want to shape.

"Hi Mike." I stepped out of the studio and called Mike.

"The check is over? How do you feel?" Mike's voice seemed a bit distorted on the noisy New York streets.

"It's not bad, I'm finished." I saw a normal book in my arm, and went to the nearest fast food restaurant with a phone in my hand. "They asked me to go back and wait for a week's notice. In fact, several pre-determined models have been notified in advance. Fortunately, I am also in this rank."

"Haha, then I'll be waiting for your photos online." I felt strange that Mike didn't seem to want to say more on the phone at this time, just like I said in the beginning that the check was in New York.

"Then you have to get me more tickets," I quipped with a smile. "Don't forget, if I live in that villa, I have to be isolated from the world. For a few minutes every week, remember Take your phone with you! "

New York is a modern metropolis, but it doesn't have the antique that I like. So the first stop of my seven-day tour of New York came to Times Square in New York. The favorite place for tourists.

In the evening Times Square, there are already beautiful night views, and the screens and neon lights on the high-rise buildings flicker. I was holding a cup of mocha from a street coffee shop and watching the street where the man was coming and going.

"If you want to go shopping in the mall, the building over there is a shopping mall." The schoolgirl who was met at the coffee shop was blushing and introduced her finger to the building.

I hung the right smile and said, "Thanks a lot, I'll go and see for myself. If you need to go to class, don't worry about me."

"Yes ... of course ..." The schoolgirl nervously pushed the glasses on her face and said, "So ... then I'll go! Goodbye Mr. Brian ..." A flash of death flashed across her face, and her head passed by. In the eyes of people's eyes, he panted and ran away. Not far away are two friends waiting excitedly for her friend.

Speaking of which, before I became Brian, even if the women could scream during the performance on the stage, I was just a humble Asian student in daily life. But Brian's charm is timeless, whether it's blasphemy in jazz dance or flames in the sun.

I walked through the bustling crowd of people into the shopping mall. After strolling in the mall, I finally chose a book with a coffee shop function and walked in. I plan to spend the afternoon here. The book bar is very quiet. There are already a lot of students and office workers sitting there. I scan the rows of bookshelves and look for a book.

Criminology?

Oh, the word followed me after I became Brian. But according to the situation of my unlucky brother, maybe I should also need to learn about this discipline in the future? Dexter had the careful teachings of his adoptive father, Harry, but I had no knowledge of systematic criminology except that I had studied self-taught criminal psychology and studied it a little.

I randomly found a corner seat to sit down. This should be an inconspicuous corner. I can read the entire book clearly without being noticed. Strangely enough, after I sat down, several girls around the table frequently looked in this direction, and then whispered to each other.

I don't think that's my reason. No matter how good Brian's looks are, he won't attract such large-scale attention casually. I turned my face to look to my left. Oh, it seems that the source has been found. No wonder so many women are sitting around this unremarkable corner.

It was a handsome man, it should be said to be a perfect man. I traced the trace of this man who showed his charm like a peacock opening his screen in the eyes of men and women around him.

A few strands of black hair, not long or short, fell on the forehead, while the others were combed in an orderly manner. What makes him incompatible with this warm and idyllic little book is that expensive and decent suit, without a trace of folds, is like a famous boy.

But the exquisite features he could hardly describe, and the careless smile, made people's first impression of him being the grandson of Yara. He can easily deal with women, and his biggest weakness is also women.

I was surprised to find that I couldn't profile his psychology and past from his appearance. This man must be a master of deception.

My look also caught his attention. He glanced up and down at me as if looking at something, and then he noticed the book on criminology I had on my desk. If he hadn't guessed the purpose of his coming here, it was not like I was just passing the time. But it doesn't matter to me.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing the same overalls as the other staff in the book bar came over with a cup of coffee and a pot of black tea in his hand, and black tea and a small tea cup were in front of me, and that black coffee was in In front of men.

"Ansi's paintings were stolen by Gerald Brown in 1993. It was only two weeks after the owner of the oil painting was found to have stolen the painting, because Brown exchanged a genuinely fine copy for the genuine one." That attracted The man who saw the eyes of all the women around him suddenly said when black coffee was just before him.

Oh, am I so lucky to see a big show?

The man put down the old newspaper in his hand. The date above was 1993. The first headline was the crime of art theft and counterfeiting. I bored my hand with my chin and squinted at the newspaper on the table. , That's worth the artwork photos. The store's collection is quite rich.

Then I glanced down and saw a positioning and tracking ankle on the left ankle of the man. Ah, it really is a big show!

The person with the tracking and positioning ankle on his foot can guess with the use of his brain. Either a potential prisoner being monitored or a criminal caught by fbi, because of his superb strength in the professional field, was specially requisitioned as a special consultant of fbi.

From this point of view, this peacock who distributes hormones anytime, anywhere should be a fraudster and a thief who is quite capable of copying. It's so pitiful that he was caught by a police cat and had to sell his labor to catch his own rat for freedom.

Out of god, I couldn't help but smile silently. This made the peacock next to me squint.

When I saw me, I was just curious to look at the past. He turned his face and continued to look at the middle-aged man who had just dropped the coffee, but froze there. Sirens. Some call it perfect crime. "

Perfect crime? There is no such thing as perfection in this world, because as long as people do things, they will always make mistakes because of human negligence. Even a small mistake ... Sure enough, the peacock said again.

"But I don't think it's perfect, Brown." He stood up and put his hands on the shoulders of the stiff man. "You miscalculated where you landed. As far as I know, you landed on the tiles and slipped, but you just grabbed the railings on the top of the castle to save yourself from danger. It's really not enough in this regard. "

Under the attention of everyone around me, the man who gave me the code name peacock naturally smiled and spread his hands. Unfortunately, because I was sitting too close to him, I was also swept by the edge of the eyesight of the attention, from this angle I can even clearly see the curious look in those people's eyes.

"I'm sorry customers, because of personal reasons affecting you." The middle-aged man known as Brown turned back and stared at the peacock. I noticed that the man returned to the right side of his body, put his right hand on his side, his fingers beat the delicate rhythm of his thigh little by little, although his expression did not change at all, but I still noticed his subtle Move.

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