Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

Recently, I'm in a good mood. One is because I have a subway line. Although it is the hardest and poorest subway line, it is at least half a year faster than my previous life; the second is because Ren Min has not appeared again. Maybe it's because of my refusal that he gave up completely. He doesn't seem like a stalker.

In the evening, I specially invited Wang Jiawen and Xiao Ping to have dinner together to celebrate my exclusive thread.As soon as Wang Jiawen heard that I was treating guests to dinner, he skipped work and came to the appointment, and told Xiao Ping how stubborn I am... He has a thick skin, and he didn't respond at all when I pinched him. He could only hide his embarrassment by looking down at his phone .

After finally waiting for the food to arrive, I picked up a large piece of bullfrog leg and stuffed it directly into Wang Jiawen's mouth.He squeezed for a long time and spat out a bone, and then the iron sand palm as big as a banana leaf slapped me directly. I quickly avoided his palm, but unexpectedly, I slammed the back of my head hard on the back of the chair .

Xiao Ping sat across from us, looked at our miserable situation, and said with a smile: "You two have a really good relationship."

"When will my relationship with this oil bottle get better? If I didn't collect his rent, I wouldn't bother to care about him at all." Wang Jiawen glanced at me, showing a very disdainful expression.

I don't want to quarrel with him on this aspect, my mouth is as stubborn as a child's, and I obviously care about it, but it's no good to insist on saying something wrong.Putting my hands on Wang Jiawen's shoulders, although it took some effort, I still smiled and said to Xiao Ping: "He and I can best be described in two words-goodbye brothers."

After drinking for three rounds, everyone's faces began to turn red, and the taste of chatting gradually became stronger.Xiao Ping was very interesting, he told us all kinds of interesting things he encountered while driving, including the nasty jokes of third-rate starlets, who on the surface looks very quiet and quiet girl, who did not expect to blatantly call and scold in the taxi Swearing, official terminology is more familiar than anyone else.Not to be outdone, Wang Jiawen vividly described how a female trainer in his gym described the process of becoming a rich second generation.These two people have a joke and I have a story, and they talked so much that I just listened honestly, and I didn't find it boring at all.

Listening, the phone rang suddenly, and a new text message came.I picked it up and looked at it, and my good mood suddenly dissipated-a message from the university monitor, saying that there will be a class reunion this Saturday night.

This class reunion is held every year, and I never wanted to go there.Current salary, current position, current benefits, current lover... I am a grassroots single reporter with a meager salary, caught in the crowd, and have nothing to do except listen to topics that I am not interested in.

It would be better to listen to Xiao Ping and Wang Jiawen talking nonsense!

As soon as I made up my mind not to go, the class monitor called. She actually urged me to go to the class reunion.

"I'm not an important person, it doesn't matter if I go or not..." I evaded.

The monitor girl was as strong as ever: "Ye Shuzhen, you must come. This time Teacher Zhang will also come. The person he most wants to see is you."

Mr. Zhang... I choked up all of a sudden, so I could only answer slowly, not daring to bring up things I couldn't get rid of.

After I hung up the phone, I probably didn't look very good. Both Wang Jiawen and Xiao Ping looked at me, and Wang Jiawen asked me softly, "What's wrong with you?"

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Student reunion, I'm so annoying."

"Then don't go." The two said in unison, which made me laugh again.

"No, my mentor in college wants to see me, I have to go." I poured myself a glass of beer, drank it and said, "I will listen to your stories tonight, and I will tell you my story too." When I was in my senior year, I wanted to work in the media, but I didn’t know what happened. No newspaper wanted me, let alone a TV station. When I graduated, I had to find a company in a hurry, and the salary was not good. Not good, just to ensure the employment rate of the college."

"During those days, I never laughed. I was discouraged when I thought that I would not be a reporter in the future. I also wrote articles on my blog, and I was cynical for a while, saying that my grades were better than others, and my internship experience was not bad. Why should the newspaper want people to reject me; for a while, I feel sad for the spring and autumn, and feel why people's ideals are always so fragile... Now that I think about it, tsk tsk tsk, even I hated myself at that time."

"Well, it's quite annoying." Wang Jiawen interjected.

I pinched his hand and continued: "Later, in a blink of an eye, it was time for dinner. I was in a bad mood, so I drank alone, and started crying when I drank too much. I heard that the dean and teachers were still there. I was toasting at the tables, and suddenly I heard the sound of wailing from the table in the corner. When the teachers came over, I hugged a person's thigh in a daze and didn't let go, crying that I wanted to be a reporter. Wiping away tears and snot with the teacher's trouser legs. Thanks to the teacher's broad-mindedness, he not only didn't care about it, but also contacted me everywhere, and spent a lot of effort to arrange me in the current newspaper office. You said, he wants to see me this time , can I not go?"

Xiao Ping expressed emotion: "It's not easy for you college students. After studying hard for four years, it's still so difficult to find a job that you're willing to do."

"He was lucky enough to meet a good teacher. Otherwise, after working in the society for a few years, his ideals would gradually fade away, and if he missed it, he would really miss it." Wang Jiawen said while still thinking about it. Don't forget to snatch the wine glass from my hand: "Stinky boy, don't drink anymore, don't drink too much, I'm not happy to clean up for you."

"Even if I really don't become a reporter, I will still find a way in the future." I emphasized with a very serious expression.However, I feel a little guilty in my heart. Now it seems that being a reporter may not be a good thing. If I had been a small employee in a company in my previous life, the tragedy that happened later would definitely not happen. Maybe I will still be alive in another time. , living a mediocre life like a walking dead...

In that case, it must be very painful, right?In contrast, I can still survive as a reporter. Although there are still many doubts in it, it is still the best thing.

Thinking about it, I realized that I was looking forward to the Saturday party for the first time.