Diary of the Development of the God of Art

Lu Yan took his last breath at the wine table and woke up as top male model Su Chen. I was pushed onto the catwalk without waking up from my hangover, and my steps were as stiff as a zombie. The manager was heartbroken: "Ancestor! If you mess up again, there will be no hope!" The unfamiliar handsome face in the mirror made him despair: God, can art dream of changing its face? Until something clicked in my mind: "The entertainment godfather system is bound... Novice task: complete the catwalk (score ≥ 60)." Su Chen looked at the eye-catching data on the panel [Step: 32] and was tortured three hundred times by the supermodel ghost in the system space. When the lights came on, he smiled lazily: It's time for the world to hear the voice of art.