out of control wildfire

She almost had to use all her strength to suppress the trembling in her voice: "Yes, day sleep."

He Anzhi looked through her resume, and an elegant and magnetic voice sounded: "You are from the Department of Journalism of the National University of China. You have a good background. There are many of your direct seniors in the department."

"Really?" She looked at her idol looking through her resume, as if she was floating in the clouds.

He responded kindly: "Yes."

He Anzhi gently closed his resume, clasped his hands, and said with a smile: "I have heard of you. In the self-media industry and your insistence on journalistic justice, you may be better than most people of the same age."

Zhou Mian's heart beat faster: "Do you know me?"

Under the bright light, the crystal chandelier sparkled, and Anzhi's face looked like a dream.

The voice was no different from the one heard on TV, just as honest and modest.

For a moment, she had the illusion that her dream had come true, as if the next moment, she could be broadcasting news on the same stage as him.

He Anzhi: "Of course, I have watched that short drama. It interprets journalistic justice very well, and the real-life cases are also very moving."

Zhou Mian looked at his face intently.

Although he didn't know why this young girl always looked at him this way, he had heard her name for a long time.

He Anzhi said gently: "If I had not temporarily quit "Rescuing Hostages", there is a high probability that we would still be teammates."

It was precisely because He An quit later that Zhou Mian did not participate in the variety show that she was originally looking forward to.

She spoke lightly: "It's a pity."

He Anzhi's appearance belongs to the elegant and decent type, and he is the most typical and outstanding match.

It always makes people feel that behind him are thousands of waves of light shaking the moon and breaking into pieces.

He Anzhi has always been gentle to his juniors: "Because you are still young, after you come in, you will most likely not be able to appear on camera and will only be able to work as a reporter's assistant. Can you accept this?"

"Of course." Zhou Mian never thought of taking the leading role as soon as he came. That was impossible.

But she was a little curious: "Then who is the reporter I want to follow?"

"It's me." He Anzhi took off the small microphone clipped to his collar.

Zhou Mian's heart was about to beat.

He couldn’t believe it was such a huge prize: “Aren’t you the host in front of the stage?”

When he was asked about his personal privacy, he only responded warmly: "For some reasons, I may not host the news again, and I will return to being a reporter in the future."

He suddenly asked: "Are you afraid of taking risks?"

She asked decisively: "Were you ever afraid when you were undercover?"

"If you don't take risks, how can you have a chance to hit the truth?" Although he was calm, he was determined.

She only felt the impulse of soul resonance: "Me too. If I didn't bear the humiliation and risked my life alone, why should I be the one to redress the injustice?"

Their eyes met and He Anzhi smiled knowingly: "I have no other questions."

He warned: "Several teachers will interview you later, and they will ask some professional questions."

"Okay." Zhou Mian looked at He Anzhi and said goodbye to her with a smile.

He opened the door and walked out.

Zhou Mian's heart still hasn't let go.

Afterwards, several experienced reporters indeed negotiated with her.

Among them is a female reporter who became famous on the Internet in the past two years and attracted attention.

The questions they asked were very professional, but Zhou Mian, as a top student in his major, answered fluently.

The interview process was only ten minutes, but it seemed like ten hours had passed.

After the interview, Zhou Mian was reluctant to leave.

She walked out of the conference room where the interview was held, and the host and his assistant happened to be passing by. Looking at the time, it seemed that the seven o'clock news broadcast was about to be broadcast.

She knew that the host had given a speech at the National University of China.

This is the dream of all journalists. It has the strongest credibility and ratings in the country. Here you can do the most watched reporting content, and people all over the country are watching the content output here.

Once an in-depth report is made, people across the country will know about it.

Going deep into the front line, standing at the scene of the incident to receive the live broadcast, taking risks, wearing a press vest, whether it is raining heavily or facing aftershocks, broadcasting news is the first priority. Each of these things is so attractive. she.

A host from a sports channel passed by and suddenly stopped: "Miss Zhou?"

Although Zhou Mian didn't recognize him, he still said politely: "Hello."

"I just saw your resume and you were admitted. Congratulations." The other party also has his own account on the Internet, and he has a good impression of a big V like Zhou Mian.

In other words, it's a bit flattering.

Zhou Mian couldn't believe it.

It had only been more than ten minutes since she walked out of the interview conference room. The other person smiled kindly and said: "I hope we can do news together one day."

Zhou Mian felt like he was stepping on a cloud: "Okay, thank you, senior."

Walking out of the TV station's base, I still feel like I can't get over it.

Not long after, I received the admission notice on my phone.

At the same time, a friend request popped up on WeChat.

"Hello, I am He Anzhi"

Before Zhou Mian could agree, a message from Gu Qingxu popped up: "Is everything going well?"

She never responded to Gu Qingxu's messages in a timely manner, and she would always hang out with him for a while before replying to him for anything that was not important.

Zhou Mian crossed out his message, but felt that it would be nice if he was here.

Only face-to-face conversations are real, while chatting on the phone is empty.

She never liked talking too much about love on the phone, it was like boring online dating.

She contacted Anzhi via WeChat.

Send a little sun to the other side.

Facing idols, even through the screen, is exciting.

Then he rowed out and wrote back to Gu Qingxu: "It didn't go well."

After receiving the message, Gu Qingxu did not expect that her interview would not go well.

After all, her professional abilities are obvious to all.

He couldn't help but asked with concern: "Do you need me to find you?"

Did not return from day sleep.

But her nickname kept showing "The other party is typing."

I'm back,

Replied to someone else's.

Zhou Mian has already started to contact the company and asked them to prepare to film her series of vlogs for news experimenters.

After all, there are only a few people who can work as interns at the main station, and there are even less internet celebrities. This is the first time this has happened, and there is a high probability that viewers will also want to know how the TV station operates internally.

Complete the discussion with the agent.

Looking at Gu Qingxu's message again, it was already two hours ago.

She directly found a hotel in the capital and took a room to take a nap.

When she was half asleep, she heard her cell phone ringing. She took it over and said, "Hello?"

Gu Qingxu's voice was restrained: "Where is it?"

She hung up the phone and sent him her location.

After sleeping for a while, she heard someone knocking on the door. She got up and opened the door, only to find snow all over her coat.

She fell into Gu Qingxu's arms and continued to sleep.

Gu Qingxu picked her up and put her back on the bed.

When I woke up again from day sleep, I was already in a strange room.

A Chinese-style hanging wooden screen and an ancient painting of a blue bird holding a branch face the big bed.

Looking out the window is a scattered Chaoyang villa, with many trees, even like a forest.

She got out of bed and walked out. A middle-aged man wearing a British butler's uniform was holding an iPad and confirming his preference for daytime sleep with Gu Qingxu.

On the long log table, there was a burning cigar in the crystal ashtray, and there was heavy snow outside the window.

"Linen Preferences."

"same as me."

Gu Qingxu turned his back to her, his back was upright but he had a strong sense of alienation.

In fact, she rarely saw him not being gentle.

Zhou Mian crossed her arms and looked at her. It was the housekeeper who noticed her first.

"Ms. day."

Zhou Mian nodded slightly as an answer.

Gu Qingxu glanced sideways and said with a gentle expression, "Wake up."

She walked over, sat slightly sideways on the table, looked down at him, and smiled a little sarcastically:

"What do you mean by being the same as you? Does it mean sleeping in the same bed as you without having to change?"