A heartthrob? Here you go!

"Answer what?"

The reporter's arrogant attitude made the old man throw away the wooden chess piece in his hand: "What small fish and big fish, I don't know, you reporters have never been the most fond of interviewing, uh-"

Before the old man could finish his words, a weather-beaten hand suddenly reached out and covered his mouth.

The older sister, who had shiny black hair but fine lines around the corners of her eyes and on both sides of her nose, stood behind the old man.

She covered the old man's mouth tightly and laughed, "He's old and forgetful. He even forgot about his own son, let alone Xiaoyu."

son?

His son had been beaten to death long ago.

The old man calmed down and patted Meng Qiu's hand. Meng Qiu let go of his hand, smiled and dragged the reporter to the shade of the tree on the other side, saying as he walked:

"I know Xiao Yu. She lives next door to me. I know her best. Come, I'll tell you slowly."

The reporter was pulled and felt a little disgusted. He waved away Meng Qiu's hand and glanced around again. Other reporters had grabbed a few people for interviews, so he just walked past them.

Meng Qiu was clapped, but she was not angry. When she got under the shade of the tree, she didn't want to say anything. She just anxiously adjusted her clothes in front of the camera:

"Hey, why is my collar crooked?"

As she spoke, she moved closer to the camera, and a face full of fine lines and dry, flaky skin was enlarged in front of the camera.

The barrage of comments suddenly flew up from the other side of the screen.

[Oh my god, it's so ugly!]

[Roll, roll, roll!]

Meng Qiu still didn't know. She raised her hands to the camera, rubbing her cheeks left and right and muttering, "Should I apply some lotion? And put on some makeup?"

When the reporter heard this, he immediately had a bad feeling.

Before he could reach out to stop her, Meng Qiu immediately turned around and ran, leaving only one sentence: "I'm going to go back and put on some makeup, wait for me!" and the loud bang of the security door downstairs slamming shut.

The reporter gritted his teeth in hatred and looked around to catch another target.

Anyone can be used. As long as they say something about Yu Ge, even white information can be turned into black information.

A civilian role model?

Common people shouldn’t have role models!

However, other reporters also encountered difficulties.

An auntie driving a tricycle looked confused: "What kind of fish? Want to buy fish?"

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she enthusiastically promoted something to the reporter: "Why buy fish? Ouch, fish has many bones and is hard to chew. It's better to buy my bayberry!"

"My bayberries are so fresh! They're only 50 yuan an ounce, good quality and cheap, just like aristocrats... Hey, don't leave!"

The aunt quickly grabbed the reporter and enthusiastically promoted the product to the reporter or the camera. Her speech was as fast as a bullet and her saliva almost sprayed on the reporter's face.

Another young man who was hurriedly carrying a briefcase was also stopped. He held the microphone and said seriously to the camera: "Xiao Yu? I know her! But I want to make it clear first--"

"Dear leaders, I have never been late on purpose. Please don't deduct my salary. I am doing this for the great cause of the United States of America and for the media..."

Before he could finish his words, the microphone was snatched back by the reporter next to him.

The old man who was preparing to practice Tai Chi in the morning light was suddenly caught in the camera's face. He tilted his head and asked loudly, "Fish? You want to sell me fish?"

The reporter patiently repeated the question, and the old man understood it this time. He put his hands together like a trumpet and said loudly: "I - don't - eat - fish - thank you, young man."

After the old man finished speaking, he stepped with his right foot, spread his legs, raised his hands, and began to practice Tai Chi like flowing water.

Witnessing this farce with my own eyes, the comments were filled with laughter.

[People in the outer city are not human, right? None of them can understand human language.]

[How can such low-class people become Professor Chen's teaching assistants?]

[In the previous post, she got into Upstate University, but you didn’t. She was a teaching assistant, but you weren’t.]

[Defamation and insult to the nobility is against the law. The Special Supervisory Bureau has been contacted.]

[Someone broke the defense~]

The reporter frowned as he looked at the comments and waved his hand. The cameraman understood and closed the live broadcast room.

"There's nothing we can do." The reporter glanced at the communicator, then looked into the distance, "She's at the third traffic light. Let's catch up with her."

The cameraman asked, "Didn't the guy say that main roads were not allowed to be involved?"

"There's already a stir now," the reporter sneered. "If we don't come up with some news, we'll be in trouble."

"That person was just giving Chen Yuping face, but how could he go against the entire parliament for a civilian student?"

After saying that, the reporter got into the car with the cameraman.

The other reporters looked at each other and got on the car.

Outside the simple residential building, the former tranquility has returned, and people coming and going can be seen in the atmosphere of daily life.

In a residential building with shiny exterior and old interior, the young man had just uttered the last sentence when the live broadcast room was suddenly closed.

The handsome boy sighed, typing out lines of code to intercept network tracking, while complaining unhappily:

"I can't talk him out of it, and I can't catch up with him. How come there's no one who can fight me?"

Inside the Special Supervision Bureau, the gentle operator calmed the other party down and then skillfully transferred the case to the online Special Supervision Department.

In a large room filled with optical fibers, several Internet supervisors looked at each other in bewilderment at the three huge words "Lu Lu Lu" on the screen.

"What should we do?" an Internet supervisor asked awkwardly, "Should we report it to those big guys?"

"This is a small case..." someone said, but before he could finish his words, they looked at each other, then tacitly returned to their computers and typed out a line of reply:

——Traced and punished.

Yu Ge rode his bicycle and parked it behind the railing casually but carefully, then looked around.

The remote city area of ​​Shangzhou has clean and tidy roads and building facades, which is a benefit given by the nobles to the common people.

It not only makes it convenient for nobles to go out for fun on a whim, but also prevents working civilians from asking for leave or being late due to traffic reasons.

The green light came on, Yu Ge withdrew his gaze, and rode to the other side following the crowd.

More than ten cars were driving fast behind. The people in the cars stared at Yu Ge's figure and said something to the other end of the communicator. The next second, the countdown of the green light suddenly accelerated.

It was rush hour and there were a lot of people coming and going.

Yu Ge just rode along the zebra crossing and crossed one side of the road when the green light suddenly turned red. Yu Ge could only helplessly stop on the pedestrian lane between the two roads.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, she felt a little hot, so she simply zipped her zipper down to her collarbone, revealing half of her face and neck.

Yu Ge was still wearing a hat, and when she lowered her head, the wide brim almost covered her entire face. She took out her communicator with one hand and opened various major public opinion platforms.

The Upstate University forum remained calm, but another national public opinion platform was very noisy and lively, with Yu Ge appearing on two hot searches.

[New type of allegorical saying: People in the far city area are ignorant and rude]

[Rational discussion: Can Yu Ge, who grew up in such an environment, be qualified to be a teaching assistant? ]

When Yu Ge saw the familiar residential building in the first trending search, his heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment, and then he saw Sister Meng Qiu's figure, and his heart slowly calmed down.

She looked around for a few times and didn't see anything unusual, so she put away the communicator. Someone slowly approached her.

"Excuse me--"

Yu Ge looked over and saw a bright and cheerful girl looking at her with shining eyes and asked cautiously:

“Are you Yu Ge from Upstate University?”

As the girl finished her words, the eyes of the people around her suddenly turned to Yu Ge, and there were also many hot gazes from behind.

Among the endless stream of vehicles, many more vehicles suddenly pulled over slowly, and a large group of people got out of the cars and walked towards Yu Ge.