As they say, since ancient times, all divine songs are born from the strange.

With her hard and cold temperament that was completely at odds with the fashion circle, her expressionless zombie face, and her bizarre "camera sense" that completely ignored the camera, Fu Luo greatly satisfied people's needs in terms of "creativity".

Her "coolness" of ignoring the photographer, as if by accident, happened to fit a certain artistic conception of the clothes, and the "General" series also succeeded in this unorthodox way.

One commentator said: "As early as the early 20th century, Coco Chanel used sailor pants as a prototype to create the timeless fashion style of 'boyfriend style', which means to create a lady who looks like she is wearing her boyfriend's clothes, highlighting the beauty of women in a form of strong contrast and restraint before exuberance, rather than actually turning her into a 'boyfriend'. In this regard, Mr. Robin's design is really very subversive."

So, without knowing it herself, Fu Luo got the very unique stage name of "Boyfriend".

The midday gossip news also featured Fu Luo's last side profile shot.

In the photo, the model holds her hat level with one hand, with no part of her body bent except her neck. Her eyebrows and eyes are lowered, and the arc of her high nose bridge and chin are particularly emphasized. The faint morning light is refracted from the dew on the white chrysanthemums, condensing on the corners of her pale mouth, making the shadow of the tombstone even more obscure and longer...

The gossip news anchor said with a sincere expression, "I think this is more like a poster for an anti-war propaganda film than a set of photos for a new clothing release, because it completely ignores all the details of the clothes, but fully expresses people's longing for peace and hope, as well as their deep grief for the casualties of their compatriots in the war."

The news director played a dirge as background music, and the anchor put his hands together: "Amitabha."

Ye Wenlin, who was in the spearhead basic training room of the space fortress, tilted his head and happened to see this segment. Unable to hold back, the weight-lifting device in his hand almost smashed his invaluable genius head.

Ye Wenlin pushed the weight-lifting device away with difficulty, took a breath, sat up, and said while moving his stiff muscles, "Open voice mailbox, send message."

The phone immediately activated the system and received the command: "Please enter the recipient's name."

Ye Wenlin: "Fu Luo... wait, modify the recipient's name note."

Phone: "Change the contact person 'Fu Luo' to--"

Ye Wenlin: "Anti-war Ambassador Boyfriend."

Phone: "Recipient 'Anti-war Ambassador Boyfriend', please enter the message content."

Ye Wenlin paused for a moment, brewing his emotions, and said deeply, "Girl, you are really a tough guy."

Five minutes later, Fu Luo replied with two words: "Go die."

Ye Wenlin, who was worthy of being the number one jerk in the grade back then, immediately derived great amusement from it.

Just as he was about to comment on Fu Luo's professional-level tomb-sweeping posture, Jiang Jin suddenly walked into the training room.

Jiang Jin glanced at Ye Wenlin's training record and nodded like a big-tailed wolf: "Um."

Ye Wenlin: "What does 'um' mean?"

Jiang Jin was not actually a very serious person in essence, but his thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide mouth and big nose always made him look particularly righteous, and people couldn't help but not joke around in front of him.

Captain Jiang kept his square face from beginning to end and said seriously, "Seeing you change from a weakling when you first enlisted to the fighting chicken you are now, I feel very gratified."

After saying that, Captain Jiang stretched out his palm-leaf fan-sized palm, rubbed Ye Wenlin's precious head, and expressed a bit of kindly care with his gorilla-like face.

Ye Wenlin put down his phone, rested his arms on the railing, and helplessly spread out his callused hands: "What can I do? No matter how hard I try, I'm still a fragile carbon-based life form. Even if I temper my physical fitness to the extreme, a little cosmic ray can still take my life at any time... But I can't think too much about this kind of thing. Once I think about it, I feel that living is no fun."

Jiang Jin pondered this remark for a moment, but didn't ponder out any meaning, so he calmly said, "You're not speaking human language again. I'll give you half a minute to adjust your mental state before opening your mouth."

Ye Wenlin had served in the Dagger for five years and had undoubtedly become the brain of the Dagger, and Captain Jiang had obviously become accustomed to the unfortunate setting that "his right-hand man is an incurable lunatic".

"What's the matter from above?" Ye Wenlin asked.

"A new notice has come down. Starting today, the Dagger's daily patrol squadron will have two teams taking turns to go out, with a frequency of once a day." Jiang Jin said, "I think the two of us should each lead a team, right?"

Ye Wenlin had a tendency to be a homebody. On the ground, he was willing to stay at home, and in space, he was willing to stay in the fortress. When he heard about the high-frequency patrols, he was immediately annoyed.

He gloomily tapped the weight-lifting device: "Any other orders?"

Jiang Jin paused and lowered his voice, "Before the Interstellar Ministry of Foreign Affairs declares war, whoever dares to open fire first will be directly expelled from the military."

Ye Wenlin frowned. After a moment, he sighed softly, "There's the smell of gunpowder everywhere, in the sky and on the ground."

After saying that, Ye Wenlin pushed Jiang Jin's hard shoulder: "I'll take people out first tomorrow, go back and prepare."

The two left the basic training room one after the other.

There was no day or night in the fortress, only a silent clock showing the time in various time zones on Earth.

And on the ground in Beijing, it was already evening, and the lights were just coming on.

The car lights on the elevated Second Ring Road and the ground-level Second Ring Road formed a flashing dragon, outlining the shape of the entire city. The huge nano-screens embedded in the skyscrapers towering into the sky in the business district made the surroundings as bright as day.

When Fu Luo was about to go home, she found that Xiao Zhu hadn't moved yet.

"Are you working overtime?" Fu Luo asked.

"Yeah, I have some files to archive." Xiao Zhu said, "The boss asked me to find all the fashion magazines related to new product launches in the history of the studio, and collect the articles, pictures, comments and other things together with the sales volume and market response of that issue, and make a file package for him."

This job did not involve any technical content. As long as one could use a search engine and find keywords, it was basically manual labor.

Fu Luo thought for a moment. There wasn't much to do after going back in the evening. She always felt that Xiao Zhu looked delicate and weak, and it seemed pitiful for her to work overtime alone in the empty studio. So she sat back down at her own desk and helped sort things out together.

Suddenly, a set of perfumes from two years ago caught Fu Luo's attention. Among them was a unisex salon fragrance, with a female model who was tall and slender, her long hair tied back in a neat ponytail, revealing facial features so sharp they were almost piercing, with a stern expression, wearing a hard, crisp uniform.

Fu Luo flipped through quickly, originally skipping over that page, but after a few seconds of stunned silence, she flipped back to it.

She stared at the perfume model for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Zhu, is this 'Natural Wind' perfume also ours?"

Xiao Zhu: "Mm."

Fu Luo's gaze was a bit sluggish as it moved, and after a moment, she played a little trick, saying in a tone as if talking to herself, "So perfume also needs models."

Xiao Zhu was focused on her work, and upon hearing this, she didn't think too deeply. Without looking up, she casually said, "Of course, there were personified car ads hundreds of years ago. Sometimes in your ads, rather than introducing how good a certain product itself is, it's better to give people a feeling of 'this is the kind of person who uses this thing'. 'Natural Wind' goes for a hard but not cold style. Female models are usually very thin, not easy to express this sense of magnanimity, but that time a female model was still chosen, because her feeling was just so right, so it left a deep impression on me."

Fu Luo's fingers on the virtual keyboard involuntarily curled up, the light from the screen reflecting her face that looked cold from being tense.

"So is she still working at the company?"

"Of course, she's one of our pillars."

This time, Fu Luo didn't respond. Xiao Zhu was a little puzzled at first, but the work at hand was really trivial and heavy, so she soon forgot about it.