Chapter 127 CCTV reporter, Tianmu demon pretending to be dirty
At the end of January, Bincheng Dojo.
Today's Bincheng Dojo is extremely lively, bustling, bustling with people, with spectators, media, and Internet celebrities. The latest hot spots are focused on this.
Today is the first day of the dojo master selection competition for a total of 263 dojos in various cities across the country.
In the early morning, Zhou Bachu stood in the cold wind with a yawn.
It’s another half month to celebrate the New Year, and as the New Year is approaching, various colleges and universities in Bincheng University Town have also started to have holidays. After the exams, there are no classes in school. It is rare to sleep in on Wednesday, and as a result, I have to pick up several students early in the morning.
"Wake-up call".
Ran Qiuran: "What? You haven't gotten up yet? Do you know what day it is today? Why don't you come over to the stadium to investigate? The leaders have arrived and you haven't arrived yet. If you want to go to heaven, come quickly."
Lin Yujing: "I'm playing today, will you come and watch?"
Bai Xier: Yeah, I forgot to inform you yesterday. The sign language teacher is busy today, so the sign language class will be suspended for a break this week.
The unfair old girl: "Ah ah ah ah, Zhou Baqi, get up quickly and go to the dojo to broadcast Sister Jing's competition live. I want to watch it, I want to watch it, what? What am I doing? Of course it's a cold day for me.
I'm waiting under the covers to watch you broadcast it to me."
Damn it, you're waiting for me to come home from vacation in a few days.
Zhou Ba wax heart said that his old and unfair sister is getting better and better at instigating others, and he should bring her some new year's goods when he goes back for the Chinese New Year this year, and wholesale some Huanggang secret scrolls to take back.
It was early in the morning, and Zhou Baqiu's phone kept ringing. Except for Bai Xi'er who sent a relatively quiet WeChat message, several other people woke up with "sweet words" and forcefully pulled Zhou Baqiu out of bed.
Carry it out.
If this lasts for a long time, who can bear it?
In this way, he queued up at the entrance of the dojo early in the morning. Facing the cold wind in January, he finished two sets of flatbreads and eggs before he checked in and entered the venue.
This ticket is also difficult to buy. The scalpers are selling it very quickly. The original price is 500 yuan. The scalpers wish they could work for 88,000 yuan. It is still difficult to get a ticket. Zhou Ba wax got the ticket from Ran Qiuran. Of course, it is also an ordinary ticket. Come on
You have to line up honestly to enter, but Ran Qiuran has VIP seats with the school and investors, so there is no need to line up early in the morning.
Not to mention Lin Yujing's side, the contestants don't have to queue up with the audience. Damn it, each of them is more comfortable than the other, but he is the unlucky one. Zhou Ba wax is talking casually, and he has to take out his mobile phone to communicate with Zhou Jiuling.
Post a video and broadcast the scene.
Zhou Jiuling: "Hey, can you hear me?"
Zhou Bawa: "The signal is not good, why don't we hang up?"
Zhou Jiuling: "I'll beat you."
Zhou Jiuling: "By the way, be careful. I just saw Sister Qiuran's circle of friends. She also went to Bincheng Dojo to watch the competition. Don't let them run into her."
Zhou Baqi: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't understand, just shut up and watch honestly and talk less."
Zhou Baqu held up a selfie stick with a mobile phone to broadcast to Zhou Jiuling. He squeezed in the crowd and found a seat in the auditorium to sit down. He didn't pay attention to the people sitting next to him and bumped into him.
"Ouch." The other party stumbled, so Zhou Ba Wa helped him and said he was embarrassed, but when he turned around, he saw that the other party was wearing sunglasses and a mask, and he was also holding a selfie stick and holding up a mobile phone to take pictures.
"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't pay attention either."
The other party didn't care too much, but the old girl who was the subject of Zhou Ba's video was very sharp-eyed and said:
"Hey brother!"
Zhou Baqu: "Tsk, what are you doing again? I want you to be more honest and don't listen, right? If you don't listen, I'll die."
Zhou Jiuling: "Hey, sister, when have I ever tricked you? Look at the person next to you. Is he Yang Liang, the CCTV reporter who is very popular on the Internet recently?"
Zhou Ba Wa: "Who? No, you can tell even though you are wearing a mask and sunglasses that are so tightly covered?"
Zhou Bazhu didn’t understand Internet celebrities, and didn’t know which one was cool and which one was cold, but his sister kept pestering him to say yes and asked him to get an autograph. Zhou Bazhu’s first reaction was not that she was being unreasonable, but that he was pleased that she was so rare.
The man who met the girl called her sister-in-law and asked for WeChat.
Zhou Jiuling said speechlessly: "I'm a little older than you, but you still want to eat good grass. That's my goddess. I will become a media major in the future."
Zhou Baqu: "Hey, why are you talking to your brother?"
Zhou Jiuling: "Oh, please help me, or, please, brother, good brother."
Zhou Ba was not too embarrassed, but he couldn't bear to leave the ink for a long time, so he finally had to ask for it.
"Hello, are you Teacher Yang Liangyang? My sister is your fan. Can I ask for your autograph?"
The other party looked at the young student next to him with some surprise, not expecting to meet someone who knew him here.
Yang Liang, a reporter from a certain TV station, has been active in the undercover column in his early years. However, due to his recent job transfer, he switched to interviews in cutting-edge industries and began to show his face. However, he did not expect that after one of his interview videos was accidentally circulated, he would be deeply affected by it because of his excellent external conditions.
Netizens loved it and it suddenly became popular on the Internet.
Of course, although her boss has asked her if she intends to develop in this area, Yang Liang is a journalist and loves news more than being an Internet celebrity, so she always keeps a low profile, hoping that everyone will pay more attention to her reports.
However, the shadow of a famous human tree has become famous once, and it itself has attracted a lot of attention. Nowadays, you have to disguise yourself with sunglasses and a mask when going out.
Today, the boss had a mission. She was asked to come and see the popular Seshen Dojo and report on it. She just came here because she didn’t buy any extra tickets and didn’t even bring a cameraman. So she could only
Take some improvised materials by yourself.
My forehands were sore while holding the shooting stick, when I heard a young student sitting next to me say that my sister was a fan of hers and asked her for an autograph.
Cause and effect, that's probably what happened.
Yang Liang shook his sore arm that was holding the camera stick. He was a nice person. Although he was a well-known reporter, he had no airs. He smiled and agreed to sign Zhou Bawa's name.
I thought that the other party was just an ordinary fan and a student, and I didn't think of anything else. After I signed my name and thanked the other party, I said that my sister asked me to give her a small gift to express my gratitude, and then handed it over.
One... pretending to be dirty?
Yang Liang was stunned. She had been doing interviews and reports on the secular world recently. Of course she knew about this thing. Nowadays, things sold for at least tens of thousands of yuan on the market. How could this student just take it out and give it to herself?
"I can't accept it, this... this gift is too expensive."
"It's okay, Teacher Yang, please take it. It's not a valuable thing, it's just a convenient gadget. It's suitable for you now. At least you don't have to hold the camera so your arms are sore."
Zhou Ba Wa put pretending to be dirty directly into Yang Liang's hand. Yang Liang wanted to refuse, but a message about pretending to be dirty popped up in the game on his mobile phone.
"Tianmu Demon is dressed in dirty clothes (ordinary grade), belongs to: Shanhehuang City Department, Xunshi Temple, has the ability to monitor and take photos."
Yang Liang knows this. Many surveillance cameras set up by local governments now use this vulgar god (Chapter 95). The cameraman colleagues in the unit are still complaining that with this vulgar god, they will almost lose their jobs.
"This... little classmate, could you please add me on WeChat?"