Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming

Xue Wanyi put on a pair of cloth shoes that were comfortable to walk in. They would be perfect for work that day.

Sister Xue and Qu exchanged a glance and cheered up.

"Acting independently is good for you!"

Then they turned to their hero, Qin Guan.

"Are you ready?

"Yes!"

"Let’s go!"

They pushed the door open together. Their team was waiting outside, and so was Qin Guan’s guide Alessandro, who saluted them. "Follow me, please!"

Flashlights were twinkling at the entrance of the hotel. The reporters, who had been waiting there for a long time, pointed their microphones and cameras at Qin Guan. There was still dew on their clothes.

"Mr. Qin Guan, is this your first time in Milan? What do you think of the city?"

"Do you like it here?"

"Mr. Qin Guan, may we know what your schedule will be in Milan?"

Qin Guan looked back and saw that some hotel residents were jammed at the entrance by the crowd.

He turned his head around with a professional smile. Alessandro whispered something to him just in time.

He didn’t answer any of the questions. Instead, he pointed to a street not far from the hotel.

"Thank you for your warm welcome. My first job in Milan is over there. If you are interested, you can take a look. I’ll be very happy to go with you. We should give the hotel residents a chance to go out though..."

Then he winked at the guests jammed at the entrance.

The reporters relaxed. Qin Guan was kind and considerate with everyone. He was a sweet guy with a soft heart.

They all followed him out on the street. Before the security guards could arrive, the crowd had already dispersed automatically.

The location was an ancient alley with plain paved roads and moss growing in dark corners.

The high roofs of the old houses blocked most of the sunshine in the alley, making it seem gloomy.

Qin Guan’s first task was to shoot some promotion photos for the Fashion Week. He could take any pictures he liked, regardless of the style and outfit.

Of course, if the photos were not good enough, the organizing committee would throw them away and not invite him again next year.

The photographer took all his cameras out, and the lighting master assembled all his tools. They wanted to get to work as soon as possible.

Sister Xue took out a small camera to take a street snap for Qin Guan’s fans. She also had a laptop on hand for gathering data.

"Are you ready, Qin Guan? There are no fixed poses. Just move as you like!" the official photographer of the Milan Fashion Week told him.

Qin Guan nodded and fixed his costume. Then he spread his arms and leaned against the wall. A lone beam of sunshine was hitting his face like a kiss from the rising sun.

Everyone looked away from his face and focused on the clothes on his body. The black silk had a unique noble texture with no color or pattern.

It was not a simple outfit by any means though. It was actually very soft and fine. Besides the silk clothes, there was also a thin white linen coat. It was a combination of traditional Chinese garments and Western clothes, so the pure white color was not flamboyant. It actually looked like a traditional Chinese landscape painting.

Qin Guan’s pose made him look like an immortal.

The camera started functioning as the reporters got lost in the scene.