When the host opens the plug-in

Chapter 124 What kind of memory is this?

next morning.

Ren Ming came to the unit, entered the gate, and walked towards the office building.

After crushing those two skills last night, he didn't feel anything. If he hadn't initially built up trust in the system these days, he would even wonder if the system was faked for him.

There is a shop in front of you.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to drink happy water.

Turning a corner, he took a bottle of happy water from the shelf, and handed the proprietress a ten-yuan bill.

While waiting for change, he unconsciously glanced at the ingredient list of Happy Water.

"Looking for your change."

"Thank you."

Ren Ming stuffed the change into his wallet, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and left the store.

[Main ingredients: water, fructose syrup, white sugar...]

Such a string of words suddenly appeared in his mind, Ren Ming paused, and stared at the happy water in his hand with wide eyes.

Main ingredients: water, fructose syrup...

I go!

Not bad at all!

Sorry system, I shouldn't have doubted you.

After apologizing to the system, he walked quickly towards the office building. He wanted to find a book with a lot of words and verify it again.

The production team office area, Ren Ming's workstation.

He randomly picked a book from the table, opened a page at random, and read it at a glance.

[Mr. M sent me a clipped newspaper, this is a common occurrence in the past ten years, sometimes it is a magazine...]

After closing the book, he began to recall, and then he discovered to his astonishment that those words seemed to be imprinted in his mind, extremely clear.

Really unforgettable.

The system is awesome!

When things got to this point, what else could he say other than saying that the system is awesome.

noon.

Ren Ming sat in the studio of "Noon News", waiting for the end of the opening music.

Two seconds later, the red light of the camera opposite him suddenly turned on.

"Hi everyone, welcome to the live broadcast of "Noon News". Let's first pay attention to the weather. According to the Nanjiang Provincial Meteorological Bureau, starting today, the northeastern part of our province will usher in a strong cold air..."

Above Ren Ming's head, facing the camera facing the manuscript in front of him, the red light suddenly went out, and the teleprompter in front of Ren Ming also went out at the same time as the red light.

The teleprompter is broken!
All the staff, including the director, felt nervous, there was going to be an accident on air!
As a news anchor, it is impossible for you to keep your head down and read the manuscript during the broadcast, and it is unrealistic to memorize the contents of the manuscript for more than half an hour, so the teleprompter has become an indispensable partner for the news anchor.

And now, the teleprompter is broken!
The director quickly looked at the technician beside him, he was the only one who could turn the tide, but the technician shook his head helplessly in answer.

That means it cannot be repaired temporarily.

It’s over.

This is the only thought left in the director's mind.

"Some are also accompanied by short-term heavy precipitation, strong convective weather such as thunderstorms, strong winds or hail..."

Ren Ming's voice woke him up from despair.

what happened?

After so long, why is he still talking?Not even a stutter?

Unscripted broadcast? !
An idea that even he himself found absurd was born in the director's mind.

No, it's impossible.

From the time he got the manuscript to the start of the live broadcast, it only took about half an hour. How could he memorize all the manuscripts?

He must be familiar with the beginning, so he can do this.

After convincing himself, the director began to worry again, what about the following content?
The show is just beginning.

"Please see the detailed report below."

As soon as Ren Ming finished speaking, the director cut the scene and turned off his mic at the same time.

"Quick, we have three minutes."

Looking at the stopwatch that began to count down above, the director gave an order, and the technicians walked up to the studio with a small household ladder and began to check the equipment.

"Ren Ming, hurry up and read the manuscript, as much as you can remember."

"Okay, I see." Ren Ming responded.

The director came over, looked up at the technicians who were rushing to repair and asked, "How is it, can it be repaired?"

The technician sat on the top of the chair, heard the words, bowed his head and replied: "It can't be the director, it needs to be replaced with a new one."

"Director, there is one minute left." The director on the side reminded.

The director hummed and said to the technical staff, "You come down first."

The technician came down and returned to his position with the ladder.

The director looked at Ren Ming, and said: "Ren Ming, when the broadcast will be broadcast later, I would rather look down at the manuscript than stutter, make typos or omit words, etc. Do you understand?"

"I know, don't worry, director." Ren Mingxin said, you just need to sit down, I'm going to start pretending to be a b (cross out) show.

"Ten seconds left." The director reminded again.

Everyone performed their duties. The red light of the camera opposite Ren Ming was on, and the locked Mike was released again. He said calmly: "The reporter learned from the Nanjiang Provincial Public Security Department that on the morning of the 20th, the Provincial Public Security Department's working group Cracked a huge..."

30 seconds.

1 minutes.

a minute and a half.

"Please see the detailed report below."

The screen is cut away again.

The 240-second manuscript is about [-] words. Ren Ming is very smooth, finishing every word well, as silky as looking at a teleprompter.

Everyone present was amazed at his amazing memory. Under such a tense and high-pressure situation, he was able to memorize more than 3 words word for word within 200 minutes.

What kind of pervert is this motherfucker?
It's too shocking!
How can mortals like them live?
12: 20.

"Noon News" finished broadcasting, and the ending song sounded, and everyone finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

During the live broadcast just now, each of them was tense, for fear that Ren Ming would not be able to broadcast because he did not have a teleprompter.To everyone's surprise and shock, Ren Ming successfully completed the task!

During the period, there was no stumble, pause, and every word was correct.

Full unscripted broadcast!

The director looked at Ren Ming like a god-man, and he wondered if he was dreaming.

What a perverted memory! ?
He came to Ren Ming and said, "Ren Ming, have you read the manuscript in advance?"

He still couldn't believe that Ren Ming could memorize a manuscript of thousands of words verbatim in such a short period of time.

Ren Ming smiled and said, "No, director, you gave me the manuscript, did you forget?"

"You really memorized all those manuscripts?" The director stared at him.

"Ren Ming, you are too amazing!"

"I admire you!"

"Is this memory real?"

"It's too strong!"

The director is still skeptical that other people have already started to worship the Great God.

"Yes." Ren Ming nodded, "Maybe my memory is better."

The director squinted at him.

You call that a little?
Do you have any misunderstanding about the word a little bit?
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　The third change, as long as I don't sleep, it doesn't count as the second day.Please recommend, I found that no one has voted for recommendation, what's the matter?
　　


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