What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

Aoki Division walked out of the ward and stood in the corridor, his voice returned to normal.

Seeing that Aoki's voice had returned to normal, Song Shanyan also resumed his normal volume and said, "Actually, it's nothing, but you have an interview to shoot tomorrow, and you have to cooperate with the reporter."

"Interview?" Secretary Aoki was a little surprised: "Why is there still an interview? Didn't you film it before?"

Song Shanyan snorted and said, "You really don't know how to be lucky. Do you think anyone is eligible to be interviewed? This interview was sent by the competition team, and not every player has the opportunity to be interviewed." .In Chiba, only you and Aaron have this treatment."

"You should know the purpose when you think about it. It's just to build momentum. Although many people have had a lot of little fame before, this time this show is going to be open to the whole country. There are no people waving the flag and shouting."

Aoki Division curled his lips when he heard his words, to be honest, he didn't care much about such things, whether they liked him or not, he had to get good grades.

In fighting competitions, the winner is not determined by strength, so what's the use of having more fans.Ask Zhaoqiao Xinmei and his brother Liu Shentong to fight with him. Even if he has a million fans, he will be beaten all over the floor by himself.

"Okay, let's take it easy. Tomorrow, if you accompany the reporter to interview, it will be your training. Don't pretend that I don't know, you kid has long wanted to be lazy."

Song Shanyan's words made Aoki Si couldn't help laughing bitterly: "How can I be lazy."

"Okay, I'll send you the reporter's phone number in a while, and you can communicate with them about tomorrow's shooting process, do you understand what I mean?" Song Shanyan's irresistible words really moved Aoki Division a little.

Although Old John hadn't tortured him much these days, his greasy and crooked mouth seemed to be unable to stop at all. Even ordinary rope skipping could find out many shortcomings.

"Understood." Aoki Division did not refuse.

"Remember, when you interview the reporter tomorrow, pay more attention to your words, and don't let them get in your way. If you feel sensitive to some questions, you don't have to answer them."

After Song Shanyan finished his instructions, Aoki Secretary responded, and then the two hung up the phone. Song Shanyan sent the reporter's mobile phone number, and the note information was: Nakao Kimiko.

Aoki Division dialed the number, beeped twice, and a clear and bright female voice came from the phone: "Hello, this is Chiba Daily News Nakao Kimiko."

"Uh, hello, I'm Aoki Division." Aoki Division said softly.

Nakao Kimiko paused, then smiled and said, "Ah, it's Aoki-kun, did Matsuyama-kun tell you everything?"

"Yes, how are we going to conduct the interview tomorrow?" Secretary Aoki was not overly polite and went straight to the point.

Nakao Kimiko replied after hearing the words: "We will start interviewing at Aoki-kun's school at about nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and the filming process will end in two hours. The purpose of filming is mainly to let the public know better. The story behind this contestant named Aoki Tsukasa."

Aoki gave a hum, and asked in confusion: "Just come to my school to interview me, and by the way, interview my classmates and teachers, is that so?"

"Yes, that's almost the case, and as far as I know, tomorrow happens to be the campus festival of Wuyang School, maybe we can shoot some more novel materials."

As soon as Nakao Kimiko finished speaking, Aoki Tsukasa slapped his forehead and said in surprise, "Ah? Tomorrow is the campus festival?"

"Pfft, it seems that Aoki-kun's usual training is really hard." Nakao Kimiko felt that, as a student, he must like the lively and fun festival like the campus festival.

Although she has not masked her face yet, Nakao Kimiko has already developed a lot of interest in Aoki Tsukasa - such a guy should be very different from ordinary high school students, maybe he can dig out more interesting materials. maybe.

"Then shall we meet directly at school tomorrow?" Secretary Aoki continued to ask.

Nakao Kimiko smiled and said: "If Aoki-kun is far away from the school, we can also pick you up at your home."

Forget it, it's better not to reveal your address casually - although it seems that many reporters have known it before.

Thinking of this, Secretary Aoki suddenly felt a little worried, what if he became famous, what would happen if those reporters surrounded the house and disturbed Qiong?

But then I thought about it again, as Song Shanyan said before, fame comes and goes quickly, even if I become some kind of fighting superstar, no one will come to squat me, so I better not think too much up.

"No need, my home school is not too far away, let's just make an appointment and meet at the school gate." Aoki Si politely declined.

Nakao Kimiko hummed: "Alright, then let's meet at the school gate at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Secretary Aoki scratched his head, wondering if there would be any problem if he brought the reporter into the campus.

But after thinking about it, he is a reporter, so he must be more aware of the conditions needed for shooting than himself. Maybe he has coordinated with the school a long time ago, so I don't have to worry about it.

Nakao Kimiko's voice came from the microphone: "Okay, goodbye."

The two hung up the phone, Aoki walked into the ward, only to find that Qiong had opened his eyes and was staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Why did you wake up again?" Aoki Si went to the bed and sat down.

But Qiong stretched out his hand, grabbed Qing Musi's clothes corner, and pulled him towards the bed.

Aoki Division cooperated and sat down from the chair to the side of the bed.

Qiong skillfully rubbed her head on Aokiji's leg, covered her face with messy silver hair, preventing Aokiji from seeing her expression, and said softly, "Just, just for a while."

There was a shyness in her voice.

Aoki Division rubbed her little head, and said softly, "It's okay, if it makes you more comfortable, you can lie down for as long as you want."

"...Thank you." Qiong is like a pitiful kitten, with her small head shrinking into Aokisi's embrace, and Aokisi can vaguely see her somewhat melancholy cheeks through her hair, stretches out his hand, and pushes it away. hair strands.

"Is Qiong very scared?" Aoki Division covered her face with his hands.

Qiong didn't refuse, just nodded slightly.

Aoki raised his head and looked at the empty ward. Although it was clean and there was no trace of dust, there was also no trace of warmth. For Qiong, was this a hospital or a prison?

Gently stroking Qiong's cheek with his hand, Aoki Si said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will always be by Qiong's side."

Qiong still nodded silently.

Aoki could feel her tender cheeks trembling slightly in her palm.

"Did you have a nightmare yesterday?"

Aoki Division lowered his head and looked at her face.