Chapter 127 Feng Nanshu is a little devil.

  The full name of Guangjiao is Broadcasting Education Center, which is affiliated to the school's Propaganda Department and is also known as the News Center. The entire building is located on the East Campus.

  At noon the next day, the autumn wind blew.

  After having lunch, Jiang Qin drove to the East Campus and found a parking space to park.

  He wasn't familiar with the security guards at East Campus, and he couldn't just throw his car on the side of the road like he did at the Main Campus, so he tried to keep a low profile and didn't make any noise if he could.

  After parking the car, Jiang Qin looked at the time and found that it was just twelve o'clock, and there was still an hour before the interview started.

  In this case, it is estimated that A302 did not open the door.

  Jiang Qin simply unbuckled his seat belt and sat in the car while playing with the snake and waiting. With his eyes wandering, he discovered an interesting question.

  He has always claimed that he is single.

  However, his car doesn't look like a bachelor's car at all.

  In the storage box in front of the armrest, there is a small elk head rope that Feng Nanshu used to tie her ponytail, as well as a pair of her sunglasses. In front of the passenger seat is a black bow that she took off last time.

  In addition, there is also the hand-knitted wool bag bought for her during the last team building.

  Jiang Qin opened the storage box and took a look and found that there were the little rich woman's lipstick, a small mirror, a folding comb and... a pack of aunt's towels.

  "This little devil, Feng Nanshu, is constantly invading my life."

  "Damn it!"

  Jiang Qin muttered to himself, closed the storage box and leaned gently on the back of the chair, his expression gradually becoming thoughtful.

  At 12:40, Jiang Qin got out of the car, locked the door, entered the Guangjiao Building, climbed the stairs to the third floor, and arrived at A302.

  This is an empty classroom similar to a studio, with several flash lights, a Sony camera, and four TVs stacked together.

  There are two black sofas in the center of the classroom. One of them is occupied by a woman with short hair, who looks quite elegant.

  She had a work badge from Linchuan Youth Daily on her body, and she was holding a piece of paper in her hand and mumbling something.

  Next to the sofa stood a man wearing a dark green vest and a baseball cap, with a Nikon SLR hanging on his chest.

  No need to ask, this should be the reporter from Linchuan Youth Daily. Almost all reporters on TV look like this.

  But...

  when Jiang Qin turned his eyes back, he unexpectedly looked at an acquaintance.

  She was wearing a white dress with a very artistic temperament, and her long, silky hair was hanging down her shoulders. She was looking at him with bright eyes, and she bit her lips subconsciously.

  The strange thing is that she didn't yell this time, nor did she look like the whole world owed her, but stood quietly and didn't make a sound for a long time.

  "Jiang Qin?"

  The short-haired female reporter sitting on the sofa suddenly saw him, then walked towards him, smiling and holding out her right hand: "Hello, my name is Dong Min, a reporter from Linchuan Youth Daily, thank you very much for accepting An interview with this newspaper."

  Jiang Qin withdrew his gaze and shook hands with the female reporter: "I should be grateful to Linchuan Youth Daily for being able to interview me, an ordinary college student." "

  You have done this after two months of enrollment. These results are not ordinary at all."

  Dong Min responded with a smile, but there was a little surprise in his heart.

  Because the eighteen-year-old young man in front of her actually knew how to shake hands with a weak hand, which was completely different from the college students she had interviewed before who wouldn't let go.

  The interview that followed went smoothly and smoothly, similar to what Jiang Qin had studied last night. He answered every question fluently.

  Although Jiang Qin had never received a serious interview in his previous life, with a 38-year-old soul, he would not be embarrassed to face such a small scene. Regarding entrepreneurship, work-study, and dreams, he was completely unscripted. You can also be eloquent, otherwise more than ten years of working in the wine shop will be in vain.

  After asking several questions, Dong Min's evaluation of him became higher and higher.

  It's hard for a freshman at school not to be nervous when being interviewed by regular media, but Jiang Qin really wasn't nervous.

  "My entrepreneurial achievements are not just my achievements, because without the help of the school, the help of teachers, and the support of everyone, Zhihu would not be what it is today, and Jiang Qin would not be qualified to be what it is today. Jiang Qin."

  "Finally, let me sum it up."

  "There is no real peace and quiet in the years. It's just the party and the country, the school and the teachers who are shouldering the burden for us."

  Jiang Qin deliberately lowered the last sentence of the summary. It smoothes the throat and makes the voice more textured. The Internet chicken soup that became popular twenty years later blurted out, achieving a precise dimensionality reduction strike to a certain extent.

  Dong Min, who was opposite him, was stunned when he heard this sentence. He felt it was deafening and enlightening, and he immediately wrote it down in his notebook.

  Even though she used a voice recorder, she seemed afraid that she would forget these words.

  In this era when non-mainstream quotations are prevalent, who has heard of such sonorous and powerful sayings?

  "Can the sentence just now be used as the headline of this news?"

  "Of course."

  Jiang Qin agreed calmly, saying to himself that I haven't sang the song "Lonely Warrior" yet. I love you alone and walk in secret. I love you without kneeling. , I love you who has persevered through despair and refused to cry. When this song is sung, even the children in kindergarten can be confused.

  At the same time, Chu Siqi stood nearby, looking at Jiang Qin with a complicated expression, and a slight but painful sadness flashed in her heart.

  She was recruited by the news center just last month because of her reputation as the number one school beauty. Director Gu plans to train her to be the deputy director of the reporter station. She will then go out for interviews on behalf of Linchuan University. Her pretty face can also bring benefits to the school. Give me some face.

  Linda has a journalism department, and the position of webmaster must be reserved for someone from the journalism department, but why not have a beautiful deputy webmaster?   

  But Chu Siqi did not expect that the first person she contacted would be a reporter from Linchuan Youth Daily, nor did she expect that the reporter from Linchuan Youth Daily would interview Jiang Qin.

  This encounter was different from the one on the train. It was the first time she looked at this person again without any willfulness and unruliness, and it was also the first time she saw Jiang Qin talk freely.

  The person in front of me is completely different from what he was in high school.

  No matter how they talk, behave or gesture, they are far ahead of their peers.

  He is mature and confident, flamboyant but not arrogant.

  Chu Siqi knew that she was once only one step away from him, but at this moment, she was already far out of reach.

  Because except for the surprised look when he entered the door, he never looked at himself again during the whole process, but there was no deliberate avoidance, but more of a calm and indifferent attitude.

  He really didn't care anymore and didn't even bother to feel hatred. Chu Siqi felt that this was what stung her the most.

  "Classmate Jiang Qin, please sit upright. I will take a picture of you to use as a news picture."

  Jiang Qin moved his buttocks and said, "Is this okay?"

  "Yes, okay."

  The photographer pressed the shutter button and After the picture was fixed, I gave Dong Min a look. Dong Min nodded with satisfaction: "That's enough. Thank you again, classmate Jiang. I have to say that you are the most mature college student

  I have ever seen." "Mr. Dong is the most mature college student I have ever seen . The most beautiful reporter."

  Jiang Qin didn't know what to praise, but since the other person was a woman, there was nothing wrong with complimenting her on her beauty.

  Dong Min pursed his lips and smiled, and then said that he was going to the campus department and asked for another interview. The interviewee was a junior student who had made a lot of money. The club was not able to come because there were not enough people before, so this time he took the opportunity to interview.

  "How are you going?"

  Jiang Qin asked.

  "We came here by taxi, so we can only walk there."

  Dong Min answered as he carried his bag on his back.

  "I just have to go back to the main campus, how about you take my car?"

  Jiang Qin felt that it would be a pity not to release such easy kindness. No matter whether it would be useful later, he should give the favor first.

  "Really? Thank you so much."

  Dong Min was surprised that he actually had a car, but thinking about the background information and his advertising revenue, he felt a little stupid. His monthly income was more than fifty. Wan, buying a car is too normal for him.

  The eighteen-year-old boy in front of him is really not as ordinary as he said.

  Behind Dong Min, Chu Siqi's face paled slightly, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, thinking that what was written in those posts was true, and he really bought a car.

  "Xiao Chu, please come with us."

  "Ah? Can I?"

  "Director Gu and our director are old friends. She specifically asked you to follow the whole process to understand the differences between different interviewees. Interview style."

  Chu Siqi nodded immediately after hearing this. She had a hidden expectation in her heart. She was not looking forward to seeing the work attitude of professional journalists, but she wanted to take a ride in Jiang Qin's car.

  She didn't know what she was thinking, but... she was just looking forward to it.

  Jiang Qin secretly sighed in his heart and thought to himself, why didn't this female reporter named Dong tell me earlier? If you told me earlier, I wouldn't even take you in my bad car.

  But since it's all said and done, you can't refuse.

  After all, it was him who proposed the ride, not someone else's request. Could it be that Chu Siqi should not be allowed to sit with him?

  It's not a big deal to look like she has a small belly, but if Chu Siqi suddenly gets sick again and screams, there's really no way to end it.

  Jiang Qin didn't say anything and walked out of A302 calmly. Dong Min and the photographer walked behind, and Chu Siqi followed very low-key at the end.

  Her previous bossiness was entirely because she felt that she was superior on a psychological level.

  But at this moment, when facing Jiang Qin, she really lost all her original confidence.

  After a while, Jiang Qin drove out of the Audi from the parking space, stopped the car, and invited a few people to get in the car.

  Chu Siqi hesitated for a long time and did not dare to go to the passenger seat. Instead, she turned around and got into the back seat. The photographer also sat in the back seat, and Dong Min, like them, also sat in the back seat.

  "Isn't it crowded?"

  "Forget it, lest your little girlfriend gets jealous, you will feel better then."

  Dong Min is worthy of being a reporter. As soon as he got in the car, he noticed the little girl's accessories. Pointing at the black bow, he smiled secretly.

  When Jiang Qin saw Dong Min's vague smile, he couldn't help but laugh after thinking about it.

  Feng Nanshu doesn't understand what jealousy is, does he?

  "..."

  Wait a minute, is my brain broken?

  At this time, Chu Siqi was observing Jiang Qin's expression changes through the rearview mirror. After a while, a hint of loneliness flashed across his expression.