I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses

Melan Cho Lie wasn't aware of Aon's little trick and subconsciously looked at his own optical watch.

He didn't know when, but the program's team had already sent a secret message for him and Aon.

Only the two of them could see the content of the encrypted message.

The two people quickly looked at the message and saw the program team's malicious intention.

[Dear artist Aon and muse Melan, here is what you have to do in this round:

1. Compile a set of clothes with the theme: Rag Tag

2. Create a small runway stage with the theme: Sky]

[The more creative your designs are, the better! The muse is advised to comply with all of the artist's demands.]

Melan Cho Lie simply couldn't understand why he had to listen to the newbie artist's demand, but thinking that models always had to compromise with designers, he reluctantly shut up.

Aon, on the other hand, looked at the required mission with a gloomy face.

Rag tag clothes? Sky-themed mini runway?

How to do this?

Even though the deadline of this mission was three full days, styling a set of clothes and creating a mini runway was not an easy task, especially when there were zombies around.

...oh yes, where's the pink zombie guy?

Aon turned his head around and saw the pink zombie guy leisurely climbing the stairs, intending to stay away from the two crazy humans.

Hmph. These humans aren't here to take a picture of his beautiful face and acute fashion sense, so why should he accompany them?

But maybe because Aon had a brain twitch or something, a virus from Xing Xing, he suddenly didn't want to let the zombie guy go.

He...he needed an assistant!

Yes, which designer and stylist didn't have an assistant?

Aon glanced at Melan and spoke in a mysterious tone of voice.

"My dear muse, do you think we need an assistant? If we don't have an assistant, you will have to do everything for me."

Melan Cho Lie, who was clearly a few years older than Aon, got a brain seizure and also became as childish as this twenty-five-year-old teenager.

"How do we find an assistant in this kind of place? Hire the survivors with food? We don't even have enough food ourselves."

Aon immediately smiled like a cunning fox and pointed at the zombie who had almost disappeared into the stairs.

"Look, isn't there a readymade one? He looks quite fashionable for a zombie, and he's not that aggressive. He's just a little moody."

They could hire a zombie using both threats and seduction.

Melan Cho Lie would have never thought of forcing a zombie to work for him, but maybe because he was infected by Aon's strange virus, he suddenly thought that it was a genius idea.

Melan Cho Lie forgot his gentleman character and looked at the zombie's disappearing back with a villainous smile.

"Hohoho, my dear artist, your idea is truly top-notch. Let's go and hire our assistant. He needs us so much!"

The two people looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction.

Finally, they found someone who could agree to their own brilliant idea!

The two people simultaneously climbed the stairs and went to find the poor zombie guy who just wanted to have someone take a picture of his handsome face.

After all, he dreamed of becoming a model when he was still a human and when he became a zombie, this dream didn't disappear.

It actually became stronger.

The model wannabe zombie guy didn't know that two capitalist human beings were searching for him in the huge building.

Maybe because it was fate or maybe because God wanted to make the zombie guy's dream come true, it didn't take long for Aon and Melan to find the zombie guy.

The zombie guy was actually sitting on the windowsill, looking melancholy for no reason.

Melan, who strived to be the most melancholy guy in the universe, had to admit that this zombie guy had the potential to be his rival!

The zombie guy was not your ordinary zombie, so naturally, the moment the two capitalists appeared in the dilapidated room, the zombie noticed them.

But the zombie was too lazy to care about someone who was more handsome than him and another person who didn't want to take a picture of him, so he just turned his head around, continuing to look at the distant sky with empty eyes.

Ah...when will someone notice his potential and make him a model?

You see, even when he became a zombie, he was still the most stylish zombie.

He even did some self surgery to make sure that his zombie body wasn't that disgusting...

Just when the zombie was thinking about his dream, Aon, a dream maker, suddenly walked up to him and said something that almost made him fall from the window.

"Hello, mister zombie over there, I think we are destined to be together! How about we work together to create the best masterpiece in this world?"

The pink zombie guy staggered and quickly held the windowsill so as not to fall down.

Then, he turned his head stiffly, staring at Aon with his pair of white eyes without pupils.

"What...did...you...say?" The zombie spoke in a hoarse voice with difficulty.

Those who heard his voice would instinctively flinch because the voice sounded like someone scratching the window with sharp nails.

It's truly harsh to the ear.

Aon also flinched, but he used Xing Xing's fluffy body to cover both of his ears and continued to deceive— to persuade the zombie.

"It's like this, we noticed that you have a good talent to enter the modeling and fashion industry." As an assistant.

Aon didn't say the last few words, but he sincerely invited the zombie to join them instead of turning against them.

"I see that you're not aggressive and still have the pure heart of a human. How is it? Are you interested in joining us?"

The zombie felt as if he got a pie from the sky.

"Really...? Will you...take a photo of me...and make me your model...?"

Aon: ...eh?

Melan: ...someone is stealing his job?