Song Yuran, who had changed her shirt, caught Cheng Qingqing's attention. She turned her head and looked at her wonderingly, "Hey. Yuran, why did you change your clothes?"

"Ang." Song Yu responded, "The previous one got wet, so I changed it."

She blinked: "does this dress look good?"

Cheng Qingqing looked him up and down, then shook his head: "It's not pretty, and it's a bit ugly."

Song Yuran never expected that her aesthetics would be ruthlessly rejected, she asked, "What's so ugly?"

Cheng Qingqing pointed to the elbow joint exposed by her bent arm, "It's all torn, do you still wear it?"

"..." Song Yuran was so speechless that he couldn't speak for a moment. In modern times, the person who said this sentence must be a person of grandma's generation.

But... Cheng Qingqing is only in her twenties.

Yes, this is reality.

"I don't believe it yet." Song Yu was still unconvinced. She wanted to let the other party know what fashion is today, "Do you have scissors?"

"Yes, I have."

Cheng Qingqing gave her a pair of art scissors, Song Yuran tested the sharpness of the scissors, grabbed her jeans and cut them down without hesitation.

A hole, two holes...appeared.

In addition to the holes, she also cut the flat trousers to resemble tassels.

Then she received Cheng Qingqing's astonished gaze.

There used to be ripped pants in this world, but they are different from the level where you can see the skin now. They are basically fake holes with a little thread stitched on the surface. They appeared in the market for a short period of time and then disappeared.

Song Yuran's actions attracted the attention of colleagues around her, and they were curious about her diy ripped pants. More and more people watched, and finally even the manager in the office ran out.

The people in the office were divided into two factions. The conservatives felt that Song Yuran cut his trousers like beggars' trousers.

The fresh ones think that Song Yuran's idea is very unique. It will be cool to wear in summer. They have seen too many stereotyped jeans, and the cut ones with holes are innovative and individual.

Among them, the two giants of the department each held a faction, and they were arguing fiercely.

The conservatives are headed by the manager. He thinks that Watson's employees dress like this to make people think that the company is not treated well and can't afford good pants.

The supervisor felt that he was free to dress, and even the leader could not interfere at will. Moreover, such a hole gave people an eye-catching feeling.Maybe it will become a popular model in the future.

What Song Yuran didn't expect was that the two leaders originally had a "friendly exchange", but their voices gradually increased, and finally they quarreled over a pair of jeans...

Both the manager and the supervisor are alphas, and they are all people with relatively strong personalities. They are arguing and arguing, and the atmosphere in the office has changed.

Song Yuran didn't know why some colleagues showed painful and depressed expressions, while some colleagues' faces gradually turned rosy.

This picture is too weird...

It wasn't until the two leaders set their sights on her that Song Yu realized why the people around him reacted like this belatedly.

It's pheromone suppression!

Alpha will release pheromones to suppress the other party when the mood fluctuates greatly, and those colleagues who can smell the pheromones will respond to the pheromones unconsciously.

But I can't smell it!How should she react???

Feeling that the atmosphere is getting more and more wrong, more and more eyes are gathered on him.

This won't work, it will expose the fact that he can't smell the pheromone, Song Yuran's brain is spinning fast, thinking about how to deal with it.

The next second—she held her forehead with one hand and made a delicate gesture.

If there is a handkerchief, she can perform Lin Daiyu's upper body on the spot.

Song Yuran's reaction stunned the quarreling managers and supervisors, a huge question mark appeared on their faces at the same time, and they were a little stunned.

Seeing this reaction, Song Yuran knew that he had made a wrong bet, so he could only force himself to divert their attention, "Well, manager, supervisor, I think what you said is very reasonable."

Only when the bowl of water was leveled did the two of them feel satisfied.

The incident in the office made Song Yuran a little scared. After thinking about it, he still had to resign as soon as possible. God knows when he will smell the pheromone.

But... She didn't dare to go to Huo Qingzhi.

Several days passed like this, and the days turned to weekends. Song Yuran's tense nerves were temporarily relaxed from work.

On a rare weekend, she didn't stay at home, but went out to learn more about the world.

Song Yuran is used to the life of electronic payment, one-click order delivery in the mall, but electronic payment has just become popular in this world, and many merchants have not opened electronic payment, let alone online shopping.

For example, now, Song Yuran was about to pay the bill and checked his pocket only to find that...the wallet was not with him.

"Can I pay by phone?"

The cashier smiled apologetically: "We haven't activated the electronic payment function yet."

"..."

There was no other way, Song Yuran could only put the box of mints back on the shelf, and came out of the mall empty-handed.

Coming out of the entrance on the first floor is a large square, and there are still a lot of people on weekends. Song Yuran looked at the scene of people coming and going, and she stood there for a moment in a daze.

She is confused about her future.

Judging from the current situation, she doesn't know whether she can get out of the original plot track smoothly.

Of course, the cannon fodder of the original work was sent to prison because of leaking commercial secrets. As a normal person, Song Yuran naturally couldn't know the law and break the law.

She sighed softly, without a destination for a while, she simply walked to the side of a shady tree to enjoy the shade, a little tired from standing, she simply squatted down, and looked up at the sky with her hands on her cheeks.

The sound of the erhu next to her interrupted her thoughts, Song Yuran turned her head, and saw a homeless man in old clothes, pulling the erhu, and there was a bowl in front of him.

Quite cheerful, Song Yuran wanted to tip some coins, but he touched his pocket and didn't bring any change.

Just as Song Yuran withdrew his hand, he felt something fall in front of him, followed by the sound of a steel coin falling to the ground.

Ding—the coin fell in front of her, and it spun around a few times before falling.

"Hey, I don't work well at such a young age, so I come out to beg." Said the aunt who dropped the coin.

"???"

Song Yu suddenly stood up from the ground, and he just rested for a while, so he looked like a beggar???

But the aunt had already gone away, so Song Yuran had no choice but to pick up the coin and put it in the homeless man's bowl.

As soon as she put it down, the sound of the erhu stopped abruptly, and she heard the homeless man say: "Little girl, you should keep the money yourself." The homeless man said, his eyes fell on her "ragged" clothes, and sincerely said: "Sew the holes in your trousers, don't catch a cold, it's easy to get cold legs when you're old."

Song Yuran was speechless.

She was wearing the same pair of diy ripped pants that day, and the top was Huo Qingzhi's design. Later, she went back and repaired the holes on the pants.After squatting down, the rounded knees are exposed from the holes, and combined with the large opening design of the upper elbow joint, there is no complete piece of fabric.

It is better to be cool.

But no matter how shabby he was dressed, he wouldn't be treated as a beggar, right?!When ripped pants were popular in the past, I didn’t see such an exaggerated reaction from the masses?Song Yuran was speechless and helpless, and finally stomped her feet and chose to leave the square.

"Miss, please wait a moment!"

As he was walking, someone followed behind him. Hearing the voice was a man, Song Yuran subconsciously thought it was someone selling small cards, and his pace became even faster.

The people behind him also quickened their pace, and finally started to trot, running for more than ten meters in a row.

"I'm not a bad person, don't run away."

"You're chasing me, I'm sure I'm going to run away!" Song Yuran turned his head and glanced, secretly cursing why he was so unlucky today, forget about being treated as a beggar, and being chased by salesmen.

"I chased you because you ran!" The bag on the man's shoulders looked heavy, but even so he kept chasing after him, remembering to report himself: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I'm a street photographer, I would like to invite you to take some photos!"

Song Yu stopped suddenly, the photographer didn't pay attention, and almost hit him, but luckily the car stopped.

"What did you say, you want to take a picture of me?" Street photographer Song Yuran knew about it, and specially took pictures of passers-by who were dressed in fashion, and posted them on the Internet or in magazines.

"Yes." The photographer wiped off his sweat, and hurriedly took out his business card from his pocket: "I'm Li Tianming, the photographer of the fashion section of the magazine "Fashion Bazer."

"Oh." Song Yuran glanced, the name of the person in front of him didn't matter, the important thing was that he was able to stand out from those ignorant people and found his own gold!

She looked at Li Tianming who was half a head shorter than her in front of her. He looked very young, estimated to be in his early twenties.

Sure enough, only people of the same age know how to appreciate it. She smiled and asked: "Xiao Li, it's okay to shoot me, please tell me the reason."

"I've never seen such a weird outfit. There have been ripped pants on the market before, but none of them are as exaggerated as yours. Now I see it and it feels amazing." Li Tianming said sincerely.

"..." Song Yuran twitched the corners of her mouth at this straightforward speech, "I think you are a temporary worker hired by the magazine."

"Not a temporary worker, I'm still in the internship period, what's wrong?"

"……nothing."

Forget it, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, Song Yuran felt that if he accepted Li Tianming's invitation, he might be able to directly lead the trend by being photographed by him.

——But when she saw a few photos Li Tianming took of her, she felt that the idea of leading the trend was a bit out of reach.

"Your technology, no wonder you are still practicing."

Li Tianming scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, "If you are not satisfied, I will take another shot."

Song Yuran sighed, in order to show the best effect, he had to teach him how to get stuck in the angle.

Li Tianming's shot is not ugly, it can only be said to be ordinary, and he didn't bring out his advantages at all.

"The effect of shooting from this angle makes the legs look longer... and the light is also very important. The direction just now is the backlight..."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Song Yuran was satisfied, and agreed that he would use his own photo to select the theme of the magazine's next issue.

In the end, became friends with Li Tianming, and the other party invited her to drink a cup of coffee.

While waiting for the drink to be made, Song Yuran thought about it and asked, "Do you know "Jane Eyre"?"

"?" Li Tianming had obvious doubts in his eyes, "Is it a book?"

"It's a women's clothing brand."

"It's not me. Our "Fashion Bazer" is the vane of fashion. As long as the brand has been featured in our magazine, I will remember it." Li Tianming said tactfully, "Jane Eyre has never heard of it in the magazine."

It seems that Jane Eyre is indeed as described in the original book. Huo Qingzhi's parents almost became a national brand when they were alive.

"I almost forgot." Li Tianming said quickly, "For photos taken on the street, models can freely choose whether to reveal the name of the brand they are wearing."

Song Yuran thought about it. It was true that the jacket was obtained from Huo Qingzhi, but it was not on the market, and it was even an abandoned design. It seemed inappropriate to publish Jane Eyre rashly, and Huo Qingzhi's consent was also needed.

Besides, she wasn't sure if this street photo would make a splash, so she shook her head and said, "Let's not write it for now."