Chapter 1101: Chapter 1101: Are You Willing to Let Others See My Naked Body?
Pei Yuanchen looked at her expressionlessly.
Ziyi finally realized something was wrong and cautiously asked, "Uncle Xiaobao, what’s the matter?"
"You have seven or eight people drawing me?" His voice was cold, and his expression was equally cold. "And all seven or eight of them will see me nude?"
Ziyi thought for a moment and said, "The studio is very big, divided into four areas, one model per area, so apart from the few people drawing you, no one else will see!"
Pei Yuanchen gritted his teeth.
"He Ziyi, are you willing to let others see me naked?" He squeezed these words out from between his teeth.
Ziyi was a bit anxious and explained, "No, people are just doing sketches. My classmates are all very professional, and most of them are girls."
Generally, people prefer drawing the opposite sex because it’s more likely to inspire creativity.
"Mostly girls..." Pei Yuanchen was so infuriated by these four words that his vision went dark.
He let out a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the anger boiling in his chest.
This burst of fury came so quickly, it even surprised him a bit.
No, it wasn’t just anger; there were some other emotions too.
"Uncle Xiaobao..." Ziyi’s voice became pitiful, "It’s really nothing, my classmates are all serious students. To them, drawing is just drawing."
Although some classmates loved to rile up others, once they entered a creative state, everyone was very professional.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have asked for his opinion and would have rejected the class monitor from the start.
Pei Yuanchen stared into her pitiful eyes, feeling not just anger but also a sense of helplessness.
This woman truly didn’t think there was anything wrong with this matter.
And therein lay the problem.
After a while, he suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh, "I suddenly have something to do, I’m afraid I can’t be your model."
Even someone as slow as her knew this was just an excuse.
Uncle Xiaobao was unwilling to be a model for the classmates.
Ziyi bit her lip, "Uncle Xiaobao, if you want to back out, I won’t stop you, but I’ve already told the class monitor. If you don’t go, some of us won’t be able to draw..."
Pei Yuanchen let out a sarcastic laugh, "It doesn’t have to be me, right? Can’t you find someone else?"
Ziyi hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Fine, I’ll find you a model right now." The man said, casually scanning the area until his gaze landed on a tall boy.
He walked over to the boy and said in a deep voice, "Would you be willing to be a life model for a day? Strip down and just sit there while several girls draw you."
The boy looked puzzled, "What?"
"Right now, will you do it? A thousand bucks an hour."
"I..."
"Ten thousand bucks an hour, if you’re not willing, I’ll go find someone else."
"...I’ll do it!" The boy’s voice was firm.
Pei Yuanchen tugged at the corner of his mouth, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to him, "There’s about a hundred thousand here, the password is six sixes. After you verify it, go to the studio on the third floor and tell the people inside that He Ziyi sent you. Quickly."
The boy was still confused, but he clearly understood the amount of money involved.
With trembling hands, he accepted the bank card and hesitated, "So...I just go?"
"Quickly." Pei Yuanchen’s voice was indifferent and his gaze cold.
The boy dared not delay and swiftly headed towards the stairs.
Halfway up, he suddenly remembered, what did that man just say?
Tell the people inside that He Ziyi sent him...
He Ziyi?
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