Wang Ping and Fang Hua were talking about things with Qin Feng and Cheng Heng, and they rushed back to the hotel until after 11 o'clock. Wang Ping slipped back to the room to sleep, but after swiping the card and entering the door, he found that Ye Hui had not slept yet and waited for her.

When Ye Hui saw Wang Ping enter the door, he couldn't help asking, "Where have you been? The teacher has come to you two or three times just now, but you are not seen. I had to say that you have relatives in the provincial capital and have gone to the relative's house for dinner. Remember to remember that when the teacher asks tomorrow, don't let it go!"

Wang Ping smiled at Ye Hui and said with a shy face: "I know you are the best. Don't worry, I will never let it go!" She paused, "But did the teacher say that, what's the matter with me?"

Ye Hui recalled: "It seems like a reporter from a TV station, I want to interview you."

Wang Ping was a little surprised when she heard this: "No?"

Ye Hui pointed at her seriously.

The next day, it turns out that several reporters from TV stations and news newspapers came to interview Wang Ping. Wang Ping realized that she realized that she had appeared in Hanfu and the program of the Provincial Education Station was broadcast, which attracted everyone's attention.

Only a small part of her English skills are concerned about her. Most of the questions are based on the Hanfu she wears. One or two reporters asked her if she appeared in Hanfu to attract attention and compete for the audience. She even said with a little malicious slogan whether Wang Ping was a provincial director. She had already set the ranking before the game. She just put on makeup and used the "ingenious" Hanfu as a "selling point" to attract ratings?

Regarding such speculation, Wang Ping felt uncomfortable as if she was swallowing a fly. Although the reporter might have deliberately created eye-catching problems just to make her report interesting and innovative, she was still a little unhappy.

At this moment, Wang Ping's thoughts suddenly began to scatter, thinking that those stars were quite pitiful, and she was not a public figure yet. She participated in the competition and wore a Hanfu that she thought was pretty, and was hinted at whether it was a prominence, deliberately hyped it up, and wondered if there were any unspoken rules in it. The lives of those stars were stared at under the magnifying glass every day, and if there was a little bit of trouble, they would be criticized for being unreasonably. Wouldn't it be even more pitiful?

In my previous life, I read Weibo and some people also explained that stars were rewarded so much. As public figures, their private lives are also part of public entertainment, and it is natural to be made public. As a role model for many teenagers, they should strictly demand themselves.

At that time, Wang Ping had no idea about this comment, just read it. Now, it’s nonsense. People make a lot of money, but they don’t have a private life. They have to be stared at by cameras every day, and they can’t even want to secretly dig up a booster. Then people like Bill Gates and Jack Ma make more money. Why don’t their private lives be made public and not consumed by everyone?

After getting off the ground, Wang Ping quickly grabbed her thoughts that had been choked at the beginning. She calmed down and smiled faintly, staring at the one who asked her questions: "Hanfu is the national costume of the Han people, so wearing Hanfu is just a piece of clothing that I like, and there is no need to make a fuss. Just like what I expressed in my speech, in Korea, in Japan, attending important occasions. Everyone will choose to wear traditional kimono and Korean costumes, and no one will find it abrupt. No one will question whether they wear their traditional costumes to attract attention, attract attention, and gain excellence. So why do I have to question my original intention when I wear a set of clothing of my own nation?" She paused and said to everyone with a smile, "In the following time, I hope everyone can pay more attention to this provincial competition, instead of focusing on my clothes again, thank you."

Wang Ping sat quietly by the window, behind her was the sunlight cast through the window, and the fine dust was flying under the sunlight. Wang Ping's eyes were as calm and gentle as before, and she only looked surprisingly. Such an old girl did not get angry at all when facing a malicious question from others. She answered calmly and calmly, gentle and elegant, her heart was as simple as a simple person, and her person was as light as a chrysanthemum.

The reporter of Education Weekly saw that the reporter asked just now wanted to say something else, so he quickly asked a few questions like how to learn English well and how you usually train your English speaking skills. Finally, he blocked the reporter's mouth and brought everyone's ideas to the point, and no longer continued to pester Wang Ping to dig deep into the so-called inside story of this competition.

As an old reporter who has been in the industry for more than ten years, reporter Zhou is very clear about the purpose of Wang Ping wearing Hanfu just now. This trick is undoubtedly because he thinks that Wang Ping is young and simple, and has been staying in the ivory tower. So if Wang Ping gets angry just now and retorts, tomorrow there may be news such as "the first girl in the provincial English competition is a big shot and swears at reporters".

Even if she hasn't said a slut, as long as she is a little excited by them, speaks without passing through her brain, or reveals some inside information about the game, these "crawlers" who are worried about not having good news points can rely on the little news that Wang Ping can easily reveal, hit the snake and stick and hit the deeper content, and even catch the wind and shadow, and write a report like "High School Students Reveal the Dark Scenes of the Competition" tomorrow.

Before, there was no one watching the whole-body English competition, but as Wang Ping gave English speeches fluently and smoothly because she was wearing Hanfu, especially after the translation, the completely opposite styles of Wang Ping and Qin Qing aroused countless attention.

Behind Qin Qing is Director Qin of the Provincial Taiwan, and there are many high-ranking officials and powerful officials who are related to their family. Of course, these reporters will not provoke Qin Qing. Besides, with Director Qin like him, the bigwigs in the S Provincial Media Industry will mention Qin Qing and tell her what to say and what not to say. These reporters know that they can’t dig up any insider information on Qin Qing, and even if they dig up, they may not be able to publish it. In this case, they are from a working class and have no background in the provincial capital. Wang Ping, who came to the competition alone, seems to be easy to dig up some news. Who knows that Wang Ping’s answer is actually more leaky than they imagined.

Reporter Zhou first realized that Wang Ping was not a soft persimmon that could be controlled at will. He stopped the reporter and wanted to further stimulate Wang Ping's thoughts. After asking a few regular questions indifferently, he finally said goodbye and left.

Although they did not get the heavy information they wanted, they could barely write it out if they were introduced as a selling point.

So Wang Ping answered a few more painless questions and finally sent the reporters away. She went back upstairs to say hello to the teacher, then went back to the room to complete her luggage.

Because the interview that suddenly appeared delayed everyone's itinerary. We originally had to go back to Jiangzhou City on a bus this morning. However, facing the honor of a reporter's interview, the team teacher thought about it and reported to the leaders of Jiangzhou City. Everyone agreed that this was an opportunity to add glory to Jiangzhou City's educational achievements, so they refused to leave and left after Wang Ping finished the interview.

However, this delay was in the afternoon. This time the battle in the provincial capital was good. Everyone happily spent lunch, and after a while, they finally got on the bus and returned to Jiangzhou City.

It was afternoon, and Wang Ping and the others had a full meal again. The bus drove out swayingly. Along the way, everyone was initially very fresh in the scenery on both sides and looked around. But gradually as the car swayed, everyone gradually fell asleep. They either pillowed on their companions' shoulders or leaned against the window, and the carriage quietly entered their dreams.

Wang Ping and Ye Hui were not immune to the vulgarity, so they leaned their heads together and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but the car suddenly braked, and suddenly woke Wang Ping, who was still in the sweet village, and she caught her head and hit the back of the front seat. She immediately woke up.

Bang bang bang, just like her. Many students who are still sleeping are awakened by the shock of the bus's emergency brakes.

"What's wrong, what?"

"What's up?"

The boys and girls couldn't help but look at each other and ask each other. Several of them stood up and wanted to see from the front window glass at the front to figure out why the driver suddenly stopped the bus.

Wang Ping sat by the window. She turned her head and looked outside the car window. There were still dense trees on both sides of the road, surrounded by hills. They should be on a remote provincial road between the provincial capital and Jiangzhou City.

She rubbed her eyes and turned around and asked Ye Hui who had woken up one step ahead: "What happened?"

Ye Hui, who was also confused, shook his head and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a man shouting loudly on the road outside the cab: "Open the car door!"

When Wang Ping heard the sound, she subconsciously poked her head out to look at it, and she was facing the man's eyes.

Suddenly, Wang Ping saw the man raise a black muzzle at him and shouted: "Put your head in!"

Wang Ping suddenly shrank back and sat on the chair so scared that she was stunned.

At this time, under the threat of the gunman, the driver knew that it would be even worse if he opened the car door, but he still opened it in fear.

The car door made a sound, and everyone calmed down, staring at the five masked gunmen who walked up quickly and walked into the interior of the car.

The last one pointed the gun at the driver's head and said nervously: "Continue driving! Quick!"

The other four gangsters scattered in the aisle in the middle of the bus, pointing to the students and casual teachers on both sides and said viciously: "Sit down, put your hands on the back of the chair in front, lower your head, and don't raise your head! Hurry, hurry!"

This car was equipped with elite students from Jiangzhou City. Everyone was the top student in the school in Jiangzhou City. Under the threat of black muzzles, no one had lost his mind and stood up like a scream or crazy. Everyone hesitated for a moment, and soon someone followed the orders of the criminals and put his hands on the back of the chair in front according to the instructions of those people, lowered his head and did not dare to look at their faces again.

Even Wang Ping also reacted. At this time, they did not let themselves look at their faces, which means that everyone still had a glimmer of hope. The gangsters who really planned to kill and silence them would not mind. The people who were hijacked did not see their appearance, figure, and clothes.

As soon as he understood this, Wang Ping followed the instructions obediently and prepared to lower her head.

"Look down, I didn't hear him!" At this time, Wang Ping heard a kidnapper close to her position suddenly shouting towards her.

She looked up and found that Ye Hui was still staring at them. Wang Ping was anxious and hurriedly pulled Ye Hui's sleeve. She knew that Ye Hui was born in the military compound, and the coach who taught her fighting and grappling might even be a special forces soldier. Ye Hui's own skills were absolutely first-class, and Wang Ping had a deep understanding.

But Wang Ping was afraid that Ye Hui was born in a military family and although she was not a soldier, her creed for defending the country and the people was deeply rooted in her stern mind, which would be awful!

Although Ye Hui is good at teaching a lesson to the little hooligans, they are not facing street gangsters, but now they are not facing a group of gun-carrying bandits!

When Wang Ping faced a pistol of Mai Jiahui, she could only be scared to escape into her portable space at the risk of being exposed, not to mention that there were five large guns in this small carriage at this moment. Even if Ye Hui and she could take advantage of the chaos to seize the weapons of the person closest to them, they were not 007 after all, and there were four gun-carriage robbers. In the chaos, anyone who shot them twice would be sad.

Although these robbers don’t know why they hijacked the bus, they don’t seem to have the intention to kill them. It’s better to wait and see if they don’t fight head-on at once.

Fortunately, Ye Hui didn't seem to be too stubborn. When Wang Ping pulled her, she lowered her head. But just as Ye Hui looked at her, Wang Ping suddenly saw her lip-syncing towards her: "It's a homemade shotgun."

Wang Ping may not understand what a homemade shotgun is, but Fang Hua, who was sitting behind Wang Ping, read a lot of books and never forgets it. Since the gun-carrying bandits boarded the bus, he has been paying attention to Wang Ping without blinking. If the robbers dare to do anything to Wang Ping, he will definitely take action as soon as possible. Even if they risk the space being exposed, they will have to hide in the space for the rest of their lives, Fang Hua will definitely save her.

But the subsequent development made Fang Hua also realize that they were safe for the time being. The robbers hijacked the bus for some reason, but at least they had no intention of killing all the people in the vehicle for the time being, so Fang Hua also let go of half of his heart.

At this moment, he saw the robbers stopping Ye Hui and also saw the "homemade shotgun" of Wang Pingbi's mouth when Ye Hui bowed his head.

Shotgun, also known as a shotgun or smoothbore gun, is also called a shotgun. It refers to a firearm without rifles and mainly fires shotguns. Its appearance and size are similar to semi-automatic rifles, but it is obviously a large caliber and a thick barrel, without a sight or ruler, so the accuracy of hits is not high. However, the barrel of a shotgun is thick, the bullet is thick, and the shooting range is large, and the sound is very loud when shooting, and the object hit is like a honeycomb. The gun has a caliber of 12~mm, with large firepower and wide killing surface. It is an efficient weapon for melee combat and has been widely used by special forces and police forces of various countries. Because the shotgun manufacturing process is not high and there is no need for special manufacturing tools, there are many shotguns made on the private black market, but compared with shotguns produced by regular military factories, this homemade shotgun is often more unstable and extremely easy to get fire.
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