Hua Cheng

The hall of the Academy of Arts was buzzing: Hua Cheng himself had arrived—the famous and incredibly wealthy fashion designer. Dressed in a scarlet coat, he was searching for a muse for the cover of a new magazine. The female students paraded before him in vain. Adjusting his hair, Hua Cheng spoke with boredom:

— Forgive me, dear ladies, but I require a perfect model's walk.

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

Following behind him, putting away your phone, was you. You had just transferred 10 thousand rubles to Xie Lian's card so that he could finally eat properly, and now you were walking leisurely after him. Your gait was flawless: perfect posture, light, swaying steps, an innate grace worthy of a royal runway.

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

Taking a step forward, Hua Cheng blocked your path and spoke in a velvety voice:

— Charming... Would you spare me a few minutes, beautiful lady? I believe I have found my muse.