She almost had to use all her strength to suppress the trembling in her voice: "Yes, daytime sleep."
As He Anzhi looked through her resume, a clear and elegant voice rang out, "You're from the Journalism Department of NUS. You have a very good background. There are many of your direct seniors at the station."
"Really?" She watched her idol looking through his resume, as if she was floating in the clouds.
He replied amiably, "Yes."
He Anzhi gently closed his resume, clasped his hands together, and smiled: "I have heard of you. In the self-media industry and in your insistence on journalistic justice, you may be more outstanding than most people of your age."
Zhou Meng's heartbeat quickened: "Do you know me?"
Under the bright lights, 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 clear and humble.
For a moment, she had the illusion that her dream had come true, as if the next moment, she would be able to report the news on the same stage with him.
He Anzhi: "Of course, I have seen that short play. It interprets journalistic justice very well, and the real case is also very touching."
Zhuomian stared at his face, his eyes fixed on him.
Although he didn't know why this young girl always looked at him like this, he had heard her name a long time ago.
He Anzhi said gently: "If I hadn't temporarily withdrawn from "Hostage Rescue", we would probably still be teammates."
It was because He An later withdrew that Zhu Mian did not participate in the variety show that he had been looking forward to.
She spoke lightly: "It's a pity."
He Anzhi's appearance is elegant and decent, the most typical and outstanding top match.
It always makes people feel that behind him are vast waves shaking the moon.
He Anzhi was always 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 can only work as a reporter's assistant. Can you accept that?"
"Of course." Zhu Mian never thought about taking the lead right from the start. That was impossible.
But she was a little curious: "Then who is the reporter I'm talking to?"
"It's me." He Anzhi took off the small microphone clipped on his collar.
My heart is about to jump out of my nap.
I couldn’t believe it was such a huge prize: “Aren’t you the host on stage?”
When asked about his personal privacy, he simply responded warmly: "For some reasons, I may not host the news anymore. I will return to being a reporter in the future."
He suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of taking risks?"
She decisively asked back, "Were you ever afraid when you were undercover?"
"Without taking risks, how can we have the chance to see the truth directly?" He was calm but firm.
She felt a surge of soul resonance: "Me too. If I hadn't endured the humiliation and risked my life alone, why would I be the one to redress the injustice?"
Their eyes met, and he smiled knowingly at Anzhi: "I don't have any other questions."
He reminded her, "Several teachers will interview you later and ask you some professional questions."
"Okay." Zhuomian looked at He Anzhi and smiled goodbye to her.
He opened the door and walked out.
The heart that wanted to sleep during the day still couldn't let go.
Afterwards, several experienced journalists indeed negotiated with her.
Among them is a female reporter who became an internet celebrity and attracted much attention in the past two years.
The questions they asked were very professional, but as a top student in his major, Zhumian answered them fluently.
The interview lasted only ten minutes, but it felt like ten hours.
After the interview, Zhu Mian was reluctant to leave.
She walked out of the interview conference room and happened to see the host and his assistant passing by. When she looked at the time, she saw that they were about to broadcast the 7 o'clock news live.
She knew that the host had given a speech at NUS before.
This is the dream of all journalists. It has the strongest credibility and ratings in the country. Here you can produce the most popular reports, and people all over the country are watching the content produced here.
Once an in-depth report is made, people all over the country will know about it.
Going deep into the front line, standing at the scene of the incident to receive live broadcasts, taking risks, wearing a press vest, whether it is in heavy rain or facing aftershocks, broadcasting the news is the first priority. Each of these things is so attractive to her.
A sports channel host passed by and suddenly stopped: "Miss Zhou?"
Although Xiaomian didn't know him, he still said politely, "Hello."
"I just read your resume and you're accepted. Congratulations." The other party also has his own account on the Internet and has some favorable impression of big Vs like Zhoumian.
Or perhaps it's a bit flattering.
Daytime sleep is unbelievable.
It had only been more than ten minutes since she walked out of the interview conference room.
The other party smiled friendly and said: "I hope we can work in the news together one day."
Zhou Mian felt like he was walking on clouds: "Okay, thank you, senior."
Even after leaving the TV station’s base, I still felt a bit overwhelmed.
Not long after, I received the admission notice on my mobile phone.
At the same time, a friend request popped up on WeChat.
"Hello, I'm He Anzhi."
Before Xiao Meng could click "Agree", Gu Qingxu's message popped up: "Is everything going well?"
She never replied to Gu Qingxu's messages promptly, and would always keep him waiting for a while before replying to unimportant matters.
I crossed out his message but felt it would be nice if he were here.
Talking face to face feels real, chatting on the phone is fake.
She has never liked talking too much about love on her phone, like boring online dating.
She contacted Anzhi through WeChat.
I sent a little sun to the other side.
Facing your idol is exciting even through the screen.
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