CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 175: WHAT KIND OF FAIRY TALE LIFE?_2

Do you think someone like you can be my brother-in-law? PFFT!

The little brother-in-law can be bold, but Little Dongbei doesn’t dare to overstep, quickly trying to smooth things over.

"Bro, what brand is your trench coat? It’s so stylish! I’ll get one with Ding Ding later, and the three of us bros can hit the streets looking cool!"

"Burberry."

"Bur-what?"

"Bur... forget it, you two just go buy Armani. Don’t wear the same as me."

Han Lie shuddered at the thought. Imagine a ’little milk dog’ and a ’fat monk’ standing behind him, both wearing trench coats identical to his! One’s hem would reach his ankles, while the other’s couldn’t even cover his big belly.

Fashion terrorists... Why are they crowding around a big handsome guy like me!

Ding Ding pursed his lips, still decked out in a full set of LV, and threw some shade at Han Lie on the sly.

"Burberry’s new collections get uglier with each passing year. Only Brother Lie can pull off such ugly clothes..."

OUCH! Looks like Ding Ding’s temper is particularly strong today...

Han Lie probably guessed why, laughed playfully, and added his own comment.

"Indeed, if Bei Li keeps messing around like this, Burberry is really not far from bankruptcy. Can you believe that the trench coat I’m wearing now is from 2011?"

Ding Yu was shocked, even developing a bit of admiration for Han Lie.

"Brother Lie, you understand this stuff too? When I talk about fashion trends with my buddies, they don’t enjoy it, just humoring me with: ’As long as it’s expensive, it’s fine.’"

I don’t know jack about fashion!

Brother Lie internally panicked while his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

The reason he was familiar with Burberry was mainly because of the industry research he did with colleagues, during which they relentlessly mocked the "Artists’ Self-discipline Convention."

What’s that?

It’s actually a pledge signed by artists in addition to their official contracts with brands—a one-sided guarantee that only stipulates responsibilities but grants no rights.

And the origin of this thing was a sort of ’benefit’ the Sewing Machine Band bestowed upon their fellow artist friends.

As a rapper in the Sewing Machine Band, that particular artist had become quite a topic of heated discussion in the pantries and lounges of the finance industry. So Han Lie knew exactly how popular this guy was during the ’Big Traffic Era 1.0’. At Burberry’s worst, it was reduced to a brand name barely surviving, with sales so pitiful that even a dog would feel sorry looking at them. Then, making that rapper a global spokesperson turned things around in half a year.

Han Lie had never liked Burberry, even up until a second before his rebirth. Partly because it was unaffordable, but more importantly, even if he could afford it, he just couldn’t pull it off.

But now... damn, this is surprisingly good!

Burberry’s style was perfect for the current Han Lie.

Whether it’s physique or demeanor, Brother Lie could totally rock ’Little B’.

Take the camel-colored, double-breasted trench coat he was wearing today, for example. It had an innate air of conservative British orthodoxy. However, coupled with Han Lie’s broad shoulders, long legs, and the sharp lines of his nose and cheekbones, it fully exuded that scoundrel-like, rebellious, and unbridled personality of his.

If even someone as clueless as Little Dongbei thinks it’s cool, what level does that make it?

Eager to make a stellar appearance in the ’harem department,’ Brother Lie had indeed put in a tremendous amount of thought.

"Let’s go, it’s getting late. We’ll chat later."

Han Lie waved his hand, grabbed his phone, put his hands in his pockets, and swaggered out of the dormitory.

Little Dongbei followed behind, making a commotion.

Ding Ding quietly sighed.

The Arts Department’s activity room had already been cleared out; it was the largest dance room in the Faculty of Education.

At the back of the room, there was a row of tables and chairs where today’s examiners were seated. Actually, there weren’t any high-profile examiners.

Neither Director Zhang from the Student Affairs Office nor Director Che from the Administrative Office came, making it clear: the student union could make its own decisions.

But even the new Student Union President, Wang Tianqing, didn’t show up, which made an even clearer statement: the Arts Department could make its own decisions.

In the end, only the Vice President, Tan Xuan, came, but she sat at the very edge.

I’m just here to observe. Hmm, you guys can figure out any issues among yourselves...

Well, well, ultimately only Han Lie and Yin Qin were left to serve as judges, which was sort of an amateur setup.

Feeling it wasn’t formal enough, Yin Qin pulled in Qu Pingting and the current president of the Music Club, Liu Chu, to sit on the judges’ panel to lend an air of credibility. Alright, that was more like it. With one who understood music, one who knew how to model, and one who was good at cosplay, the interviews finally felt somewhat legitimate.

When Han Lie entered the activity room from the back door, he instantly made everyone’s eyes light up.

"WOW! Brother Lie, you look really handsome today!"

The first one to rush over was Shunzi. He didn’t have to be there today, but he came anyway.

Not only did he come, but he had also brought a water cooler early on, whipping up a bunch of steamy coffee and milk tea.

Little Dongbei gave a thumbs-up, though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You really know how to suck up!"

Hmph! I’m not happy!

Tan Xuan, Yin Qin, Qu Pingting, and Liu Chu all came over to say hi and make small talk.

After bustling about for a while, it was Han Lie who finally called it to a halt before taking his seat.

Wan Wan handed Han Lie a document and said coyly, "Director, please take a look at the order. If everything’s good, shall we start?"

Han Lie glanced at the front door, where the girls waiting outside were becoming restless.

Listening closely, many of them were chanting Han Lie’s name.

"Alright, let’s begin."

Brother Lie leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and pursed his lips, his gaze somewhat sharp.

Ding Ding once again pursed his lips discreetly.

TCH! Putting on that cool and aloof act again...

But, it had to be admitted, this aloofness was quite effective at that moment.

The first group to enter was seven super lively girls, chattering away, instantly trying to cozy up to Han Lie.