My language is the anchor

Modern building, the three English characters STV are hung on the top of the towering building. The people inside look bright and beautiful, all of them are beautiful men and women in front of the screen. There are also dynamic billboards of five well-known anchors hanging in the lobby on the first floor, only three tall. Only famous hosts can be listed on the Kanban board. The so-called three highs are high in knowledge, high in speaking skills, and of course high in beauty.

The tradition of STV can be regarded as an incentive for this industry, and because of this tradition, the competition has increased, and the level of news has naturally increased accordingly.

Zhao Xicheng is also one of the characters on the kanban board. Among the five people on the kanban board, he has the highest ratings.

"Assistant Wang, I want to be behind the scenes." She rested her hands on her long legs and clasped fingers.

Wang Jiyan was taken aback for a moment, with a perplexed expression on his face.

The man in front of him is a guarantee of ratings, now that he is pulled behind the scenes, who can he find instead!

"Xicheng, are you going to punish Brother Wang?" He also said that the circle is small, but there are not many talents, and he asked him to find someone to replace him.

"I really want to be behind the scenes. In front of the scenes, I always feel that it is not suitable for me." Zhao Xicheng said Wang Jicheng as his senior, heartfeltly.

Wang Jiyan hissed, feeling very headache.

The people in front of me say that he is not suitable, but as long as there is him, the ratings are guaranteed. Who can be more suitable to be in front of the scene than him!

"How about it! You can help me for a while. A newcomer came a while ago. I think there is a high-level one among them, but he lacks training. I will send you information later. If you help Brother Wang to train, I will pick you up. Ben, how about it?" Delay as long as he can, and during this period, he will drag this high-rated man to death.

Zhao Xicheng frowned, even though he knew it was an excuse, he still nodded in agreement.

He said to go to the video first, stood up, and saw him walking out of the office with a suit on the upper body, shorts and slippers on the lower body.

Walking in the corridor, everyone saw his outfits along the way, and they were not surprised when they saw him. Those who were familiar with him would even joke a few words, but he didn't take it seriously. Swipe up the press release in the tablet.

"Anchor Zhao, today I heard that a newcomer who came in through connections will come to the scene." Makeup artist Xiaoping gossiped.

"Rely on relationship? What relationship?" Zhao Xicheng took a sip of coffee.

When it comes to relying on relationships, I can be regarded as relying on relationships to enter the company. These days, if you have relationships, you have to be sure, otherwise no one will care about you if you work hard all your life.

"I heard that he is the son of an old friend of the chairman. Although he followed everyone in the exam, but he... oops! Anyway, you will see later that he has a timid face." After a few more timid words I want to be an anchor, thinking that the society is so easy to mess with and so on.

"Cowardly?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Makeup artist Xiaoping finished her makeup, stepped off the stage, looked at the anchor on the screen, and left after confirming that she was ok.

Zhao Xicheng slid on the tablet again, as if thinking of something, he suddenly stopped.

In the past, he seemed to have met someone who was beautiful, but flinched in front of the camera, almost messed up something with him, and ruined his wise life.

Shivered, shook his head.

Why did you suddenly think of this!

"Anchor Zhao! The trainee anchor is watching on the left side today, and the No. [-] machine on the left side is on standby." Zhang Pinwei, the photographer and producer in the headset, shouted.

"Understood." Zhao Xicheng resumed his professional tone, looked at the manuscript and continued to follow along.

When he was preparing for the last 30 seconds, he glanced at the trainee anchor of Unit [-], and he was stunned by just such a glance.

Oh shit.

He was speechless.

Really "speechless".

The trainee anchor bit her lip nervously, and accidentally looked at Zhao Xicheng, nervously at a loss, watching Zhao Xicheng raised half of his hand blushing, and waved shyly in greeting.

He picked up his name tag with "Hanwu language" written on it, but then remembered that the person in front of him told him not to let him meet him. He panicked, panicked all over the world, and his eyes were full of tears.

He has nowhere to hide!

This circle is very small!

The spotlight on the anchor platform was turned on, the board was set down, and the subtitle machine turned on the blue light. Zhao Xicheng let himself calm down and didn't care about the ghost next to the No. [-] machine.

"Five, four, three, two, let's go."

Zhao Xicheng smiled, professionally followed the script with occasional humorous punctuation, everything went very smoothly, the headset sounded a reminder again, and entered the 50-second news.

Machine No. [-] snapped, and a wisp of white smoke came out of the machine, which seemed to be hung up.

The cameraman quickly made a cross to the producer, expressing that he wanted to change the camera.

An instruction came out from the headset: "Anchor Zhao, the No. [-] unit has been taken over, and the position will be replaced by No. [-] unit."

Zhao Xicheng paused, said yes, adjusted his position, and looked at machine No. [-].

He followed the script again, and when he was about to look at the No. [-] camera, he saw the ghost get up nervously, and hid behind the chair. One sound, completely included in the live news report.

The audience was stunned, with sweat on their foreheads, only Zhao Xicheng read the manuscript smoothly with a calm face, said a few more witty jokes, and missed the touch!

Putting away the spotlight, Zhao Xicheng held back his anger and stared at the person who was still hiding behind the chair.

"come out!"

He yelled, but no one dared to step forward to persuade him.

The Zhao Xicheng in front of him is easy-going, but if he really wants to get involved in official and professional matters, he will never show mercy, he will definitely get angry if he should get angry, and he will have to change if he needs to correct it.

Han Wuyu bit his lip and poked half of his head: "You said... Yu..." He said softly.

Zhao Xicheng shouted again: "I let you out!"

Han Wuyu hummed: "You said not to let..."

"What are you doing! Speak up!"

"Uncle, you said you don't want to meet me..." loudly, just one Mimi, just one Mimi.

"You still remember, you!"

"Remember..."

Zhao Xicheng pulled him out of the chair, looked down at the person in front of him, he was still beautiful, courageous, his face was still prone to redness, and he was still stammering when he spoke.

I really don't know what made him want to be an anchor!

"Where is the senior who guided you?"

Han Wuyu looked around, bit his lip and shook his head.

"Did no one tell you?"

Han Wuyu nodded, then shook his head.

Zhao Xicheng let out a sigh of relief: "Say it."

Han Wuyu's lips trembled: "Uncle...you...I..." said in a low voice.

"what?"

"They said they were looking for... me..."

"Louder! Louder! Louder!"

"They said they were looking for you, uncle, you will guide me patiently!" He yelled loudly again, one more than the one just now.

Zhao Xicheng slid on his phone angrily, and saw the newcomer handover email from Deputy Wang, and three Chinese characters in Hanwu came into view.

"Damn it." Cursed.

Deputy Wang made it clear that he didn't want him to retreat behind the scenes, so he found this fool to bring him.

He put one hand into his trouser pocket, glared at the coward in front of him, and gave him today's press release.

"You practice reading the manuscript, and it will be accepted after 15 minutes." You have to be skillful in making things difficult for him, and the real victory is to force him away.

Han Wuyu received the manuscript with both hands and put it on the tablet.

He bit his lip with a cautious expression, looked down at the manuscript, and followed Zhao Xicheng to the door.

In the studio, there were many camera tracks. He stumbled, held the tablet to his chest, and pulled it casually, only to hear a snap and a surprised twitch.

He opened his eyelids nervously, the tablet was fine, and his right hand seemed to be holding something soft, like a small stick.

There was a moment of silence in the studio.

Zhao Xicheng fell to the side, his lower body was tightly grasped by the innocent-looking man in front of him, and he glanced at the little hand, which rubbed along the stick on his lower body, as if he still couldn't guess what he was rubbing, his fingers were still lightly Pressed one end of the stick.

There was a gasp all around, this newcomer is too open!So knead!Then click!

"Get up damn it!" Who said he was shy and timid!No, very bold!

Zhao Xicheng broke him away, glared viciously at the person who was still lying on the ground, and grabbed the tablet.

It doesn't matter if he avenges himself publicly, today, he won't even try to learn anything!

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry..." Han Wuyu whispered, still vibrating.

He bit his lip and trembled, got up quickly, and followed his steps in a panic. When he was stared at by the person in front of him, he shivered like a frightened little rabbit by the wall.

"You are so cowardly! Just be behind the scenes!" Zhao Xicheng wanted to push him to the people behind the scenes.

I don't understand the person in front of me, where did I get the courage to want to be in front of the screen, I have nothing but beauty!

"I don't want..." These three words in Han Wu language are very clear.

The reason why he wanted to be an anchor was also because of the inspiration from the uncle in front of him. After finally making up his mind, he didn't want to give up easily.

Zhao Xicheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at him: "You still have the guts to say no."

He approached the person in front of him, almost covering his whole body.

Han Wuyu's eyes were red, and he mustered up his courage and said, "I just don't want it! You...you have to be responsible for me!" Fight it out!

He shouted loudly, the hand that was originally on the man in front of him was placed on his leg because of tension, and it happened to stick to the inside of the man's leg in front of him.

The people in the studio next door heard it and opened the door, wanting to see which mistress came to ask for a name.

In an instant, the eyes of the staff in the corridor changed, becoming gossip and ambiguous.

The colleagues in the studio moved the camera and passed them quietly, looked at Zhao Xicheng's lower body, and then at the right hand of the newlyweds. I don't know who said the happy wedding first, and then it was out of control. The voice of congratulations, no Stopping around the two of them.

In short, everything has changed.

Zhao Xicheng grabbed Han Wuyu's neck angrily, pinching his face.

Rough gestures were taken as romantic hugs, furious vulgar words were taken as sweet words, Zhao Xicheng kept on pinching and scolding fiercely.

My language!

When we met again, I was still speechless!