My language is the anchor

As usual, put away the headset, turn off the radio, Zhao Xicheng walked off the anchor station, and handed the tablet to Han Wuyu for him to practice.

He walked into the editing room to learn behind-the-scenes production.

Han Wuyu didn't dare to say much, so he quietly followed the editing room, sat in the corner, and read the manuscript with his small mouth, concentrating on it. It took 15 minutes to memorize all the manuscripts, looked up and saw Zhao Xicheng learning to edit the video, crooked I looked at it for a while.

Uncle really likes this industry, whether it is in front of the scene or behind the scenes, he is always learning.Looking at his lips, he was taken aback for a moment, his heart skipped a few beats, and he quickly looked away.

I kept telling myself that it was a mistake, so don't take it seriously.

"Brother Qiang, I added two seconds to this paragraph, how do I modify it?" Zhao Xicheng glanced at the person behind him, then nestled on the chair again, he stretched out his hand and patted his foot.

The timid action has been done for a long time, and if you are not timid, you will become really timid.

He watched Han Wuyu bit his lip nervously, his mouth turned red, so he quickly turned his eyes away.

"Here, you need to delete first, and then press this." Brother Qiang actually operated it once: "Everyone in our field has obsessive-compulsive disorder. If there is a two-second error, the sound will not match. Often because of these few seconds, it takes two hours. .”

Zhao Xicheng followed suit and licked his lips, regained his senses and quickly diverted his attention and asked again: "Then the sound file is not clear, usually like this situation, how to fix it?" His heart was in a frenzy, feeling anxious.

Brother Qiang pressed the button and turned on another audio optimization system: "We have to use this set of corrections. The audio has to be repaired by that guy Lemon. He is on location for the past two weeks, so you can find time to learn."

After Zhao Xicheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the word lemon, he hummed, and his originally anxious face became even more gloomy.

Han Wuyu took a glance, just in time to meet Zhao Xicheng who turned his head, and he blushed again, flustered and at a loss.

"I think... well..."

Zhao Xicheng only heard one good word, he was generally used to the sound of ants, hooked his fingers, asked him to come closer, and read the manuscript to himself.

"Let's start by saying hello."

Han Wuyu nodded and took a deep breath. He sat upright, pretending that there was a camera in front of him, and his eyes were fixed in a certain direction.

"Good night, everyone. I am the anchor Han Wuyu. The [-]:[-] p.m. news on STV will be for..." This kind of training has come to the seventh day. Even though it is just training, no matter where he is, Zhao Xicheng requires him to sit on the anchor station The same as before, if you don’t even train professionally, how can you be professional when you are on the anchor station.

His voice was clear but not loud enough, but he read out the manuscripts one by one smoothly.

"...The autumn tiger is showing its power..., the temperature will drop significantly after tomorrow, and people need to wear more coats when going out..."

Zhao Xicheng glanced at him, and found that he hadn't looked at the tablet the whole time, so he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's not that he didn't notice the seriousness of the fool in front of him, it's just because this fool is shy and timid and white as a piece of paper, everything has to be trained from scratch, he really thinks that with such a personality, he will be able to get used to it behind the scenes.

"Have you recited them all?"

"Back..."

"Old problem, your voice is clear, but still too soft"

"understood."

Zhao Xicheng rolled his eyes at him, got up, and took the tablet from his hand: "Let's go."

After Han Wuyu nodded to Brother Qiang, he quickly followed suit: "Where are you going?"

"Off work. Did you eat?"

Han Wuyu nodded, and replied in a low voice: "I haven't eaten yet." Walking beside me.

He is not used to being in contact with people, even though he was already close to the wall, he still opened the maximum distance.

Zhao Xicheng gave him a blank look: "You are so far away, I can't hear you." He took his arm and asked him to stand closer.

Unaccustomed to Han Wu, he looked embarrassed, and gently moved his fingers away from the big hand on his arm.

Zhao Xicheng frowned childishly, was he sick?Why are you afraid of being like this!

Although, I kissed him too much.

However, there is no need to hide like this!

I was full of anger and depression.

He took his arm again.

The Korean language is dialed away again.

The big hand pulled it up again.

poke.

Get involved again.

"What are you doing..." Han Wuyu blushed and mustered up courage again.

He was like a little rabbit trembling all over, with only two words of embarrassment written on his face, he took a step back, saw the water dispenser beside him, and automatically hid behind the water dispenser.

Zhao Xicheng crossed his arms and just looked at him steadfastly.

"You saw the camera approaching you, are you also planning to hide under the host's stage?"

Han Wu groaned and shook his head vigorously.

Zhao Xicheng took two steps, only half a step away from him, and looked down at him: "If you are afraid of me, you, give up the anchor position!" Turning around, he did not intend to comfort the little white rabbit.

In this society, the weak prey on the strong. It is okay to be a rabbit, but you have to be a clever and courageous rabbit. It will only tremble, and no one will rescue it.

Han Wuyu bit his lip, his eyes were red: "Don't give up..." summoned up his courage, and shouted.

Zhao Xicheng stopped and turned to look at him: "Then we must do what we say."

He really hoped that the little white rabbit would give up. He was not some good god, Allah, to save the world.

Starting again, when the crew was off work, I planned to have dinner with everyone, socialize, and move forward on my own.

Han Wuyu sniffled, looked at the departing person, took two steps to keep up, closed his eyes and shouted: "I, I, I was brought into the circle by you! I will follow you!"

Zhao Xicheng frowned and looked at the serious person behind him.

As soon as he turned his head, the crew behind him whistled.

"Anchor! Resurgence of old love!" Gaffer Yin Ruijun whistled again.

"Unexpected development!" Xiaoping had an expression that she never expected.

"It turned out that anchor Zhao brought him into the circle!" Zhang Pinwei blinked ambiguously when talking about the circle.

Han Wuyu nodded vigorously, completely ignorant of the difference between the circle that others said and the circle he said.

Zhao Xicheng shook his head: "What are you nodding to me!" Big palms squeezed his cheeks.

Han Wuyu was stunned: "He's right..." With trembling little hands, he pushed away the big palm on his face, silently retracted behind the water dispenser, and pushed the water dispenser in front of him.

Looking at the trembling little white rabbit in front of him, Zhang Pinwei made a puff, thinking it was really wonderful.

"He pushed the water dispenser to come forward! Hahaha..." He laughed unceremoniously, and when he passed by the Han Wuyu, he patted the water dispenser and said it was hard work, and laughed again.

Yin Ruijun followed suit with a laugh: "Toutiao, well-known anchors are fighting the water dispenser!"

Xiaoping also added: "The make-up on this water dispenser is hard to fix."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three of them laughed again.

Zhang Pinwei turned his head slightly: "Anchor, Korean, come together?" He put down the black bag of camera equipment and leaned against the door.

Zhao Xicheng exhaled and nodded.

Han Wuyu looked surprised, and pointed to himself: "I, me, me?" He took a step back and leaned against the water dispenser.

Zhang Pinwei laughed: "Yes, it's just you. Have dinner together?"

Han Wuyu whispered, "Okay, thank you."

When he thanked him, Zhao Xicheng rolled his eyes helplessly, saying in such a low voice, to whom!To whom!

Zhang Pinwei hummed and raised his eyebrows at him: "You're welcome!"

Zhao Xicheng was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and followed the footsteps: "It's so quiet, did you hear that?"

He turned his head, hooked his fingers and shouted in Han Wu language, this kid is thin-skinned, he would not even dare to leave if he didn't call him.

Han Wuyu smiled and followed with cheerful steps, but walked beside Zhang Pinwei.

He glanced at Zhao Xicheng, and told himself again that everything was the same as usual, and his relationship with the uncle would not be changed just because of that kiss.

It's okay, just like back then.

It was all mistakes.

**

The small restaurant in the alley behind the back door of STV, the restaurant is called "Buxiangxiang", sells barbecue and beer, catches the trend of relaxing after get off work in the nearby office buildings, semi-open, with lazy and relaxing music, The September breeze blows, and there is still a sense of leisurely vacation.

The unexpected combination and the addition of Korean language added a lot of fun to them unexpectedly.

At this time, Han Wuyu looked at the meat roll and was very entangled. He pulled out the green onions one by one, afraid of being discovered, and shrank in the corner of the seat, nervously pulling out the last one wrapped in the meat.

Everyone saw his little moves, held back their laughter, and waited to see his next move.

"Don't you eat green onions?" Zhao Xicheng broke everyone's calculations.

"No... that's right." Han Wuyu trembled, covering the green onions on the plate with his hands.

When he covered it, Yin Ruijun couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhang Pinwei also laughed loudly: "He covered it! He even wanted to cover it!" Oh my god!The choice is so obvious, but I still want to cover it up, what a treasure!

Han Wuyu blushed, even the roots of her ears were red, and her hands were still covering the shredded shallots on the small plate.

Zhao Xicheng patted his hand away, and took the shredded green onion: "Give it to me, if you don't eat it, you can say you don't eat it, and no one will scold you."

Han Wuyu nodded: "I can't be picky eaters at home."

Xiaoping rolled her eyes at the person in front of her: "Then what do you do when you meet Cong?" This is too pretentious.

Han Wuyu was stunned for a moment: "Pick it on the plate and swallow it in one gulp." He seemed to have remembered something, with a pale face.

Xiaoping made a puff, making her blush, this kid is really kind of cool.

Zhang Pinwei laughed until he couldn't do it: "Anchor Zhao, you ate the green onion that others want to swallow!"

Zhao Xicheng looked at him, leaving a mouthful on the plate: "Do you really want to eat?"

Han Wuyu looked embarrassed, shook his head but nodded, and then regretted after nodding.

He shook his head because he didn't want to eat it, nodded because he couldn't be picky eaters, and regretted that he didn't want to eat it if he couldn't eat it. Finally, someone solved it. What kind of hero did he play with others?

Zhao Xicheng exhaled: "Speak clearly, speak clearly."

Han Wuyu frowned and blushed again: "I won't eat, please eat, please!"

Zhao Xicheng ate the last bite of green onion, neatly.

Han Wuyu glanced at him and felt that the uncle was really kind to him.

Although he speaks a bit coldly and sometimes persecutes him, he still takes care of himself.

Bite the meat slices, pick up another skewer, pick out the shredded green onions again, even pick out the onions on the meat skewers, and pick out the parsley on the side of the dish in front of me.

This time, he will be brave and not let Zhao Xicheng down on him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, too!" He said clearly in a low voice, his face flushed, and he seemed to muster up his courage again.

Everyone at the table was stunned and laughed again.

Zhao Xicheng clicked his tongue: "You bastard!" pinched his face and pinched his neck.

Zhang Pinwei smiled and said, "Put down the slogan! A well-known anchor, with an annual salary of one million, eats kitchen scraps!" He took the plate in Korean and said, "Give it to me, I like to eat."

Han Wuyu nodded, quickly gave him the plate, and thanked him with the sound of ants.

Xiaoping and Yin Ruijun who were on the side had already been lying on the side, laughing indistinctly.

Han Wuyu looked at them, smiled shyly, but once again cast grateful eyes on Zhang Pinwei.

He thinks that Zhang Pinwei is a really nice person, he always considerately finds a way for him, and takes care of himself from time to time.

Zhao Xicheng saw him smiling shyly, with round eyes full of gratitude, he clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Han Wuyu glanced at the uncle at the side, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, it's all because I didn't make it clear." He was like a frightened little rabbit, but there was a trace of determination.

He can't let uncle be insulted!

Looking at the person in front of him, he has strong arms, full of strength, good ability, good figure, and vitality. Such an anchor is really what he yearns for and admires, and he wants to emulate him.

Zhao Xicheng said angrily, "Then make it clear!"

He took the beer casually, and hung his arm casually behind the back of Han Wuyu's chair.

Zhang Pinwei glanced at Zhao Xicheng, he only felt that Zhao Xicheng's action had a more exclusive meaning.

Picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Han Wuyu plucked up his courage: "A well-known anchor, eat everything and be full of energy!" He said it hard, and he blushed and panted after speaking.

Zhao Xicheng froze, the beer slid down and wet his trousers.

Han Wu said ah, and quickly took a paper towel to wipe it for him, and lifted the milky white salad dressing with his little hand, and it fell on the side of the soaked trousers.

"Han, Wu, Yu!" The furious tiger gritted his teeth.

"Yes, yes, sorry!" The little white rabbit covered his ears, his innocent eyes clearly didn't know where he was wrong.

Yin Ruijun pointed at Zhao Xicheng's trousers bluntly and laughed: "Energetic! Hahahahaha..."

Zhang Pinwei took a sip of his wine, and when he saw Han Wuyu's innocent face, he curled his mouth.

this kid.

really wonderful