"Hello, Teacher He, I'm a makeup artist, my name is Meng Yuyao."
Arriving at the photo studio, the makeup artist invited by Li Xinhua, carrying her makeup case, greeted He Tiantian with a bright smile.
In this context, "Teacher" isn't a literal occupation but a polite title used within the circle for artists, not necessarily a sign of absolute respect, but more of a courtesy.
After all, calling someone directly by their name isn't very nice, but calling someone 'Miss' would be rude.
Better to use "Teacher," a respectful nod both ways—good for me, good for you. The artists don't fuss and the staff don't feel too stifled.
He Tiantian, only twenty years old and still a student herself, knew she had to follow these necessary rules upon entering this circle.
Hearing someone call her "Teacher He," He Tiantian felt a bit uncomfortable, but she still managed to smile and prepared to greet the person.
However, when she saw the makeup artist named Meng Yuyao, she was completely stunned.
