Chapter 10: Who Are You?

Entering the training room, Sheng Jiaoyang felt a sense of disappointment when she didn't see her "Pretty Girl."

She wasn't the only one wanting to see Lin Na; others had also rushed over with the mindset of getting an early look at their idol. However, once everyone had gathered, the person who entered was a training instructor arranged by the organizers.

"Where is Lina? Isn't Lina coming?" someone asked anxiously.

"Lina will be here this afternoon," the instructor said. "I am your posture instructor. This lesson is mainly to adjust your physical form. Now, please stand facing the mirrors, leaning against the handrails."

The contestants were more or less disappointed, but since there were cameras monitoring the surroundings, none of them dared to show too much emotion.

"Keep your body straight, chest out, abdomen in..."

"Open your shoulders. Your neck, spine, and heels should all be in a single line..."

"Lift your neck upward to reveal your swan necks, and keep your gaze level ahead..."

Unknowingly, the morning passed.

After a runway walk and nearly an hour of posture training, everyone was famished. When the instructor announced the end of class, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating, the contestants finally saw Lin Na again.

Lin Na had already changed her clothes. She was currently wearing a black one-shoulder bodysuit with her hair tied in a low ponytail. The look was simple yet grand; just standing there, she possessed an overwhelming aura. She was like a beautiful landscape, drawing everyone's gaze.

Some girls were already squealing in low, excited tones.

After a period of buffering, Sheng Jiaoyang actually calmed down. She looked at Lin Na, her eyes filled with immense joy.

"I won't waste time with nonsense. I'll first explain the essentials of the runway. Now, stand in a V-shape formation."

Lin Na began directing them immediately. Once the contestants stood according to her instructions, she began to explain her insights on walking the runway in a steady, unhurried tone. As she spoke, she accompanied her words with corresponding movements, walking back and forth a few times within the V-shaped space formed by the contestants.

"Alright, I've told you everything I know. As for how much you can grasp, that depends entirely on yourselves. Now, I will check the results of your understanding." Lin Na's gaze began to move before settling on one person. "Jiaojiao, you come walk. Just walk from your position to where I am."

The gazes of everyone else snapped toward her instantly. They were practically consumed by jealousy, envy, and hatred. Lin Na hadn't even asked anyone's name, so how did she remember this person, and why did she call her so intimately?

Thinking too complexly, they naturally didn't know that Lin Na called her so intimately simply because she couldn't remember the girl's surname. The only things she remembered were that her name was the same as her "Little Sun" nickname, and that her runway walk resembled her own.

"Take off your glasses. You must get used to not wearing them even during training. If you truly cannot see clearly, get a pair of contact lenses," Lin Na reminded, tilting her chin slightly.

Sheng Jiaoyang blinked. Being watched by everyone, she had no choice but to obediently take off her glasses. The people around her instantly became a blur.

Once she confirmed the location of her Pretty Girl, she walked over using her runway gait.

"Wow, she walks just like Lina!" someone whispered in exclamation.

Walking to a position where she could see her Pretty Girl's face clearly, Sheng Jiaoyang stopped. Although she was still a little shorter than her Pretty Girl right now, it was close to their usual height difference. This was a very novel experience for her; after all, whenever she stood before her in the past, she had always been looking up at her Pretty Girl.

Looking at the cold and elegant Lin Na, Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes curved into a smile as she said softly, "Pretty Girl, I missed you."

Lin Na froze, and her gaze suddenly turned sharp. She stared at the girl in front of her and spat out a sentence in Italian.

Everyone found it very strange. Why would Lin Na suddenly say something they couldn't understand out of nowhere?

Just because others couldn't understand didn't mean Sheng Jiaoyang couldn't. Although languages weren't her talent, having stayed in Europe for so long, she was capable of normal communication in several lingua francas.

Hearing Lin Na curse, Sheng Jiaoyang was amused.

To translate what the Pretty Girl had just said

*Damn, who the hell are you?*

No one would think the sentence was translated that way. In the eyes of the public, Lin Na was a goddess who embodied beauty, elegance, and aloofness. Only Sheng Jiaoyang knew that these were all illusions; her Pretty Girl was actually a "tomboy" who would curse like a man whenever she got frustrated from losing a fight to boys since childhood.

It seemed that the sentence she just said had already pissed off her Pretty Girl.

Indeed, facing such a situation, who would think the stranger standing before them was actually their close sister? A person's first reaction would only be to think she was problematic.

"I am..."

*Knock, knock.* Accompanied by the sound of knocking, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman pushed the door open and walked in quickly.

The newcomer was Lin Na's personal assistant, Sudan.

Sudan rushed to Lin Na's side and rattled off a string of words. After the very first sentence she spoke, Lin Na's expression changed. Before Sudan could even finish, Lin Na turned and walked out of the training room.

"What happened?" many people found it baffling.

Sheng Jiaoyang's expression had also changed the moment Sudan spoke her first sentence. Something had happened to her Pretty Girl's mother; she was currently being rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

What on earth had happened?

Sheng Jiaoyang was not unfamiliar with her Pretty Girl's mother at all. After she returned to the country, Auntie Lin had sent her handmade sachets and specially prepared pigments. In her memory, Auntie Lin was an exceptionally beautiful and gentle woman, carrying a soft grace reminiscent of a Jiangnan water town, blended with an intellectual beauty and a sense of reason. Every smile and frown was like a painting that one would want to treasure.

Although Lin Na had a fiery temper, Auntie Lin's personality was top-tier. One could not find anyone more gentle than Auntie Lin.

"Lina probably won't be giving us any more guidance," said Luo Yi, the captain of the Short Skirt Team.

"Why?"

"What did Lina's assistant just say?"

"Did you understand it all?"

The others crowded around, asking questions one after another.

Luo Yi spread her hands and said, "I caught the gist of it. I understood the first sentence completely; she said something happened to Lina's mother."

"Ah? No wonder Lina's expression turned so grim."

"Captain, you're so amazing! I had no idea what she was saying, yet you actually understood."

"Then did you understand what Lina just said?" someone remembered the sentence that had popped out of Lina's mouth which they couldn't understand.

"It wasn't English, so I don't know what she said either," Luo Yi shrugged.

"Jiaojiao, that sentence Lina said was directed at you. I saw you smile after hearing it. Did you understand what she said?" Xiao Yang's words once again focused everyone's attention on Sheng Jiaoyang.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Hey, how can you be like this? Yang-bao asked you nicely. If you didn't want to answer, fine, but why use such a condescending tone?" Before Xiao Yang could react, one of Xiao Yang's friends jumped out to protest the injustice.

"Exactly!"

"It's not like being singled out by Lina is such a big deal!"

In an instant, Sheng Jiaoyang became the target of everyone's verbal attacks.

Sheng Jiaoyang let out a sneer and said, "Don't you all want to know what Lina's words meant? That sentence translates to exactly that."

*Uh...*

The training room fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at each other, clearly not expecting the truth to be like this.

"You didn't mistranslate it, did you?" someone questioned.

Sheng Jiaoyang swept a glance over them, turned, and walked to the side to lean against the handrail, ignoring them further.

For someone of high status, being aloof is called having style; for someone of low status, being aloof is called being unsociable. Clearly, to the contestants, Sheng Jiaoyang fell into the latter category.

The others consciously avoided her; in other words, she was being isolated.

Soon, representatives from the organizers arrived.

"Training for today ends here. Lina has family matters to attend to and has already headed to the airport. Please take your suitcases in a moment and follow the staff to the vehicles; they will take you to your accommodations."

"Will Lina come back?" Sheng Jiaoyang couldn't help but ask.

"That is not for you to ask. If she returns in the future, you will naturally know."

Sheng Jiaoyang's gaze darkened slightly, and she closed her mouth, no longer speaking.

Once on the bus, Sheng Jiaoyang found a window seat for herself and began to close her eyes to rest.

"Hi!" Someone sat down next to her.

Sheng Jiaoyang opened her eyes and glanced over, seeing Luo Yi, the captain of the other team, looking at her with a smile.

"I believe what you said earlier," Luo Yi said, winking at Sheng Jiaoyang.

"And then?" Sheng Jiaoyang raised an eyebrow.

Luo Yi looked around and lowered her voice, asking, "Can you tell me what exactly you said to Lina to cause such a huge reaction?"

Sheng Jiaoyang also lowered her voice, but with a hint of playfulness, "Guess?"

"Ugh..." Luo Yi was momentarily speechless, then said coquettishly, "Don't be like that, we're supposed to be friends!"

Sheng Jiaoyang gave a light laugh and said, "I told her I know one of her secrets."

"What secret?" Luo Yi's eyes widened.

"It's a secret." Sheng Jiaoyang winked at Luo Yi, refusing to say more in a mysterious manner.

It left Luo Yi itching with curiosity, but no matter how she tried to fish for information, the other party wouldn't take the bait.

To find out this secret, Luo Yi even followed Sheng Jiaoyang even after they got off the bus.

"Since when did those two become so close?"

"Luo Yi is our team captain; how can she get so close to someone from their team?"

"Exactly."

The other contestants began to gossip in secret.

*Clap, clap!* The sound of clapping came from the front.

The contestants all looked over to see the villa's main gates automatically opening, revealing the person inside.

A young man, not particularly tall but within a normal range, was dressed casually. Just standing there with an easygoing air, he firmly captured everyone's attention.

"Wow~, it's Zhuo Yiyan!"

"So handsome, he's literally my bias!"

"God—"

Infatuation was everywhere, especially here.

Standing in the middle of a group of girls expressing various gasps of admiration, Sheng Jiaoyang felt a sense of shy embarrassment from being forced into the "fangirl" role.

But, someone had clearly forgotten that when she became a fangirl, she was no less intense.

Everyone in the world has a crush; it's just a matter of whether they've reached the point of obsession. The reason she didn't have that feeling of being so stunned that she couldn't look away was simply because Zhuo Yiyan hadn't hit her specific "type."

Zhuo Yiyan looked at the excited contestants and smiled, spreading his arms wide.

"Ladies, welcome. This is where you will be living for the next half month. You may call it the Supermodel House."