Chapter 148: Opportunity

In mid-August, the Global Model Competition, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly launched an intensive promotional campaign.

The moment the promotion began, applications were officially opened. A group of girls who had been waiting for the competition's restart were caught completely off guard. Aside from cursing the incompetent PR team for giving no prior notice, they could only resort to cramming with crash diets and sudden training.

However, such panic was utterly nonexistent for the girls who had been preparing all along.

There is a very true saying: opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

Although Fu Wanwan had stepped away from the runway for a few years, her connections remained intact. Besides, she was signed with Spark Studio and still occasionally took on endorsements and events.

Therefore, the competition organizers were genuinely welcoming to her disciple.

With all doors opened for her along the way, Yu Qian advanced straight to the preliminary rounds without even needing to participate in the auditions.

The moment she received the text message confirming that she had passed the auditions and entered the preliminary round, Yu Qian thought she had misread it.

It wasn't until Fu Wanwan walked over, read the message, and said indifferently, "Consider those old fellows knowing what's good for them," that she understood.

This was simply the competition organizers giving face to Fu Wanwan.

However, it stopped right there.

Everything from then on would depend entirely on herself.

Patting Yu Qian on the shoulder, Fu Wanwan adopted a rare, gentle tone: "I have taught you everything I can teach. The rest is entirely up to you. Keep it up."

Looking at the gentle expression of the woman before her, Yu Qian took a moment to react. She had genuinely grown accustomed to her teacher's cold face and frequent disdain. Seeing her like this suddenly made it feel as though her teacher had been replaced by a completely different person.

"I understand, teacher."

She wasn't foolish enough to ask Fu Wanwan if she had been swapped out for someone else, as that would undoubtedly invite a scolding.

She replied in a steady and resolute tone.

Patting Yu Qian's shoulder once more, Fu Wanwan turned and left the training room.

Little did Yu Qian know, the moment that woman stepped out of the training room, her expression transformed completely. Her demeanor relaxed, and her voice became bright and cheerful, "A-Yuan, A-Yuan, hurry up, let's go ask for leave quickly! If we don't leave now, our honeymoon is going to go down the drain again."

Last year, after Qin Yuan's years of persistent companionship, Fu Wanwan had finally married him.

However, their long-planned honeymoon had never materialized because she had to give lessons to Yu Qian.

Now that the opportunity had finally arrived, Fu Wanwan was so happy she felt like jumping for joy.

Seeing her looking as joyful as a child, Qin Yuan shook his head helplessly, glanced back at the closed door of the training room, and laughed out loud.

If only the fans outside and Yu Qian knew that Fu Wanwan was actually a cold and aloof beauty on the outside, little would they realize that deep down she was as mischievous as an energetic child.

Inside the room, Yu Qian turned back to the mirror and began practicing her walk once more.

Influenced by Fu Wanwan, Yu Qian's runway walk wasn't the pinpoint walk of her idol, the Queen, but rather a scissor step.

And a rather fierce scissor step at that.

When Fu Wanwan had first demonstrated her runway walk in front of Yu Qian, Yu Qian had been utterly terrified.

Fu Wanwan's walk was truly fierce, forming a stark contrast to her delicate face.

It was also after that incident that she went and searched for videos of Fu Wanwan. Like a giant pair of gleaming scissors, she could kick up a storm on the runway no matter how narrow the brand's dresses were.

No wonder she was hailed as the "Number One Supermodel of China."

No wonder even after stepping down, none of the current domestic models could overshadow her.

They simply weren't on the same level.

In truth, Fu Wanwan was quite satisfied with her disciple Yu Qian. She was smart and hardworking, and her powerful scissor step marched with a resounding thud just like her own. The only lacking element was her aura, which required more exposure and real-world experience to develop.

Before embarking on her honeymoon, Fu Wanwan made a phone call.

The person on the other end of the line was the chief designer of Maison C.

At the time of her abrupt retirement, that chief designer, who had regarded her as his inspirational muse, had almost died of anger. Out of a sense of guilt, she hadn't contacted him at all over the past few years.

Yet, for the sake of Yu Qian, her one and only disciple, Fu Wanwan swallowed her pride and called him anyway.

After talking for a long time and praising Yu Qian to the skies, the two finally reached an agreement: if Yu Qian secured a top-three finish in the Global Model Competition, he would grant her an opportunity.

An opportunity that every single model in the world dreamed of.