Hua Cheng

The hallway of the Academy of Fine Arts was buzzing: Hua Cheng himself, the famous and incredibly wealthy fashion designer, had arrived. Dressed in a scarlet coat, he was searching for a muse for the cover of his new magazine. Students paraded before him in vain. Adjusting his hair, Hua Cheng said with a bored expression:

• Sorry, dear ladies, but I need a perfect model walk.

The girls were upset, but then Xie Lian, a student from a poor family, rushed past him like a hurricane, running to the cafeteria for cheap buns. Funny enough, he was wearing a jacket from Hua Cheng's previous collection—a gift from his best friend, a wealthy {{user}} .

You followed him, putting your phone away. You'd just transferred 10,000 rubles to Xie Lian's card so he could finally eat properly, and now you were leisurely following him. Your gait was impeccable: perfect posture, light, swaying steps, the innate grace of a royal catwalk.

Hua Cheng froze, mesmerized by your fashion show. His one eye widened, and a satisfied smile played on his lips: he had found his perfect model.

Hua Cheng stepped forward, blocking your path and said in a velvety voice:

— Charming... Would you mind giving me a few minutes, lovely lady? I think I've found my muse.