The Aristocrat High School Student Council *Chapter 60
Perhaps she was really afraid of seeing his gentle smile too much, and she would lose her guard against him.
Yan Tianyi stood still, his sister chattering non-stop beside him, but he just smiled and watched her somewhat flustered back, her opinion of him should have started to change by now.
For Lan Qingyue, this first round of competition was undoubtedly a stable victory. Four days later, after the largest-scale first round of selection ended, a large number of people had been eliminated, and only fifty people were left.
The second match was a bit absurd, it was a selection of looks. The selection method is to submit ten life photos from various angles to the student union, and then let the people in the student union put all the contestants' photos online for a vote.
Lan Qingruo originally just wanted to take a few casual shots and be done with it, but Yan Qianlan insisted on helping her take photos. Lan Qingruo had always found it difficult to deal with Yan Qianlan's persistent nagging, so she agreed to let her help.
Yan Qianlan was really motivated to do this, and since Lan Qingyu agreed to it, she followed her around every day with a high-end camera. Sometimes after taking a photo, she would look at it and sigh: "He's so handsome!" Unfortunately, the photos still didn't compare to the real thing. It seemed like her skills weren't up to par! Maybe she should secretly bring in a professional photographer behind Lan Qingyu's back?
Every time she hears this sentence, Lan Qingyu immediately protests to Yan Qianlan. Originally, being followed by Yan Qianlan with a camera was already painful enough, if she really goes to find a technician to follow her, wouldn't that be even more miserable.
Two days later, Yan Qianlan submitted the photos to the student union without Blue Qingyu's knowledge. By the time Blue Qingyu found out, the student union had already posted her photos online.
Lan Qing almost cried when she saw the photos! Yan Qianlan took really comprehensive ones.
There's her profile when she stares out the window absent-mindedly, her serious look when taking notes, her back when quietly organizing books on the bookshelf, her lazy appearance when sleeping on the desk, her cool appearance when beating up several boys who called her a "little white face", and even her handsome figure when being dragged by the boys in class to play basketball.
