"Oh no, there's still urgent news to be broadcast. What should I do?"
"We've already released the news that Zhou Mian will be appearing on TV today. The news network is sure to get a lot of hits. How can we explain to everyone if Zhou Mian isn't there?"
Shi Wang immediately took off his coat, fixed Xiaomen's arms, and gently picked her up. His expression was cold and indifferent: "Is news more important than a living person?"
He was extremely anxious and carried her straight out of the news station. The people at the news station were like headless flies: "This news will be broadcast this afternoon. I hope you can come back before then."
"If her hand is injured, she definitely won't be able to appear on camera even if she returns. Is the host going to go on air with an injury? If everyone finds out, our news station will be put on the Rant Wall."
A senior said impatiently: "Alright, hurry up and ask other anchors if they can come. They are already injured and you are still trying to exploit them."
Fortunately, the National University Hospital was not far from the National University News Station, so Shi Wang sent Zhimin there. After an examination, there was no fracture or external injury, but Zhimin was in severe pain and could not lift his body. The doctor examined him and said it was soft tissue contusion and prescribed anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs.
Zhu Mian was sitting in the corridor receiving an IV drip when she suddenly used her good hand to pick up a medicine box and hit him.
The medicine box hit his forehead and fell. Shi Wang caught it and gently put it aside. He half-knelt in front of her and patiently coaxed her: "Don't be angry, okay? When your hand is better, you can still go broadcast the news. Isn't this position always reserved for you?"
Xiao Mian didn't want to communicate with him and found him annoying. She stretched out her leg and kicked his knee. Shi Wang was not moved by the kick and tried her best to comfort her: "Is there anything you want to eat, drink, or go somewhere now--"
She interrupted him: "I want to see the bells."
Xiao Mian looked into his eyes. For the first time since their reunion, she stared at him for a long time and made a savage and unreasonable request: "I want to see the bells ringing."
The atmosphere became so tense.
He asked gently: "Then what happened yesterday——"
"I don't want you to do it easily. I want to make it difficult for you."
He held her slightly cold hand and smiled gently: "Okay, at least you are willing to make a request to me."
When she rushed over to block it for him, he knew that he would agree to any request she made.
Shi Wang held her hand. Her hand had become cold due to the infusion, and he tried to give her some warmth.
But now there is only one place to ring the bell.
Noon.
The originally peaceful NUS campus suddenly rang with a bell, and everyone heard the ringing.
People walking on the road stopped and looked in the direction of the news building in surprise.
There was a tall and thin figure on the roof, holding a long bell and ringing the news alarm.
The strong wind on the rooftop made his clothes flutter in the wind, like a straight and slender flag, powerful and resolute.
Every firm sound of the bell seemed to strike in the students' hearts.
This news bell is not usually rung easily. The last time it was rung was when the previous NUS president died in office.
The sound of the bell is actually not loud enough to be heard throughout the entire campus, after all, NUS covers an extremely large area.
But there is a radio station next to it, and a radio is installed next to the alarm bell. The sound is amplified through the school radio and can be heard from the stadium to every classroom.
If you ring the bell casually, the responsibility behind it will be enough to crush the person who rings the bell.
This means that ringing this bell is no joke.
Everyone's heart trembled with the vibration.
"What happened?"
"This bell hasn't rung in over a year. Oh my god, could it be that a teacher has passed away?"
"I even hope it's just random ringing. Every time I ring this bell, my heart skips a beat. I hope nothing bad will happen."
Shi Wang's coat was draped over Zhu Mian. He was wearing a white T-shirt as he rang the bell. The muscles on his arms were clearly visible, and the veins on his hand that was tightly gripping the bell pestle were bulging because he knew what would happen next.
Sitting on the steps of the rooftop during the daytime nap, her fan-like eyelashes cast a shadow, so that even under the bright midday sun, her eyes were still hazy.
The bright and scorching sun poured down on him, his tall figure standing under the bright sun, with a clean color and an inexplicable elegance of the bright wind and clear moon. The memories of his daytime sleep surged up, but stopped before his eyes revealed them.
She had asked him to knock on it on purpose.
A lot of people had already gathered downstairs.
Because there is a radio system under the news building, we can hear it clearly.
The students studying in the library also held their breath and stared at the speakers.
Every time the bell rang, Zhu Mian saw it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears. It seemed as if it was soothing her past grievances and injustices after so many years.
The bell was rung at that time just for the sake of convenience, but this time he rang the bell to cause trouble for her.
Shi Wang placed the bell pestle beside the bell, looked at him in silence.
After looking at each other for a moment, Zhuo Mian suddenly stood up, took out the bunch of keys to the news building from his pocket, and opened the door of the broadcasting room.
She decisively slid the radio switch without hesitation, and a clear and steady voice came out from the radio, as if it had been prepared in advance.
"On November 5th, a European higher education delegation visited Guoyun University via video link. The university has temporarily decided to add 300 exchange student spots. Students interested in exchange programs at institutions of higher learning such as the University of Cambridge, ETH Zurich, and the Royal Scottish Conservatoire of Music are requested to submit their applications through the academic affairs system before midnight today. These applications will be reviewed simultaneously with the first group of exchange applicants. Applications from art colleges and conservatories are limited to students from art academies and music academies."
There was an uproar.
Someone in the library immediately turned on his computer and logged into the academic affairs system.
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