law of entrapment

Walking out of the classroom, Tian Youxian suddenly forgot which direction to go, his mind was a little confused, and his heart was inexplicably heavy.But one thing can be made clear, no matter what happens, he will not let go of Professor Mo's hand.

Shaking his head to temporarily seal his mood, Tian Youxian took the materials and walked to the office of the Journalism Department.

"Ms. Zhang, the Investigative Times informed me yesterday that the new grassroots project over there needs to recruit new people. This year, they will have an internship first. If they perform well, they will be able to work after graduation. These materials are no longer needed. Thank you for your concern."

After speaking, Tian Youxian put the stack of materials on Zhang Yu's desk.

Originally, he organized his language in class just now, and wanted to seriously express his opinion that ability is more important than academic qualifications, but now he can't remember it anymore, so he just said what he thought.

"Why does it feel like I just forced you to go to graduate school yesterday, and you are eager to find a job to prove it to me today." Zhang Yu said with a smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were full of emotion.

Tian Youxian hurriedly explained: "No, teacher...it's just a coincidence."

But this was just a joke between teachers and students, and the atmosphere was not awkward at all.

Zhang Yu put the returned stack of materials into the drawer of the office, and suddenly smiled: "It's okay, I just give you a suggestion, on the one hand, it is rare to meet such an excellent student as you these years, on the other hand, I have a good relationship with Xiao Mo .But it is impossible to really force you to study for a postgraduate entrance examination.”

"It was the same when I was young. I felt that journalists should race against time to shine on the front line."

Tian Youxian watched Zhang Yu silently and listened quietly.

"Want to be a reporter?" Zhang Yu paused and asked with concern.

"Well, actually... I want to be an investigative reporter more." Tian Youxian's eyes flashed.

"Investigative reporter?" Zhang Yu frowned subconsciously, his eyes flashed in surprise under the lens, and he didn't realize it for a while, "You Xian, why do you have such an idea?"

"I just... feel that this kind of work is very meaningful, and I want to fight against falsehoods and expose darkness."

When asked suddenly, Tian Youxian didn't know how to express his "so-called dream".

Dreams are mixed with many factors.

In the past, Maeda Youxian felt that being an unannounced reporter was cool and powerful, and that such work was truly meaningful.Later, he majored in journalism. Some things he learned in textbooks, some things he saw in the news, and some things he experienced deeply after he experienced fire scenes, met all kinds of people, and actually participated in the internship.

There are also some that are influenced by Professor Mo's excellence.

So he didn't want to just write gossip entertainment news or write some eye-catching words on self-media after four years of journalism at the best university in the country.

He wants to be a reporter, not for the glamorous title, but to make the world more kind through his own microphone.

Hearing the naive but firm speech of his favorite student, Zhang Yu sighed softly, and said meaningfully: "Some things should not be said by me, after all, I was a front-line reporter back then, and I am proud of it. But you said you want to be an investigative reporter, I really don’t support it.”

"Why... what?" Tian Youxian asked.

"If other students come to me and tell me that they want to be investigative reporters, war reporters, etc., I will probably feel that they are just doing it on a whim, and they are so ambitious."

At this time, there was no one else in the office, and the emptiness gave people a sense of inspection.In front of an elder who is about to retire and has devoted half his life to journalism and journalism teaching, stands a young man with bright ideals.

"But you are different, I know your ability." Zhang Yu pushed his glasses and said in a deep voice, "But maybe you still don't know, the four words of investigative reporter are too heavy, to be tempted, threatened, and slandered , your ideals will be smoothed out.

"Investigative journalists have a hard time dying."

Having worked in the front line of news for more than ten years, Zhang Yu has seen a lot, many top-notch reporters, and many reporters who have gradually succumbed to reality.There are many who grit their teeth and persist in living up to their original intentions, but also many who are powerless, and many who are difficult to expose.

As lucky as he is, he finally turned to work in a university, but there are still some colleagues who end up running around for the livelihood of their wives and children.

In the era of Internet media impact, journalists have gradually lost their glory as uncrowned kings, and investigative journalists are almost extinct.

"We always look up at the starry sky, but it is not necessary to be a burning star." Zhang Yu paused for a moment, looked at his students with some complexity, and said, "After all, everyone has only one life."

He didn't know how to tell Tian Youxian, he thought that every one of his students was safe and healthy, and he didn't need to be successful.

I don't know if it's because he has lived for so long, but the more he lives, the smaller his appearance is, or the child Tian Youxian's appearance is too big.

"But..." Tian Youxian subconsciously wanted to refute.

He wanted to say that there are always people who want to be stars, although they may not be able to burn, but they can shine.

There must always be someone who pursues journalistic ideals, someone who still believes in the mission of the uncrowned king of journalists, and someone who still believes in morality with iron shoulders.

Changing the world is hard, but trying to change it is easy.

But when the words came to his lips, Tian Youxian got stuck.Because he understood what Teacher Zhang meant, there was no point in arguing.The other party was not wrong, but an elder patiently warned the younger generation that reality is far crueler than dreams.

Tian Youxian understands that people probably live as social animals to some extent, and it will be smoother if they are down-to-earth.When there is a choice, it is better to choose an easier future than to gamble.

Although he is now complacent about being regarded as a potential rookie by the Investigative Times, he feels in his heart that he will definitely be able to do something big, but he is actually young and frivolous.

The office was a little quiet for a while, why couldn't Zhang Yu, who was sitting quietly, not see his student's persistence?He can only persuade with some words, but he can't influence anything.

Patting Tian Youxian on the shoulder, Zhang Yu said persuasively: "As a teacher, I still have this position. I don't need to say how rare the opportunity of the graduate school is. How many people are trying to grab the spot. Even if you want to be a reporter, You can also use the time of graduate school to settle down and think about what you want to do in the future. And a high degree has advantages everywhere.”

Sighing and changing his tone, he continued: "Have you told Xiao Mo about your idea? What does he think?"

"I...not yet." Tian Youxian's heart trembled involuntarily.

When Mo Yu received the call at IKEA yesterday, he didn't ask any questions, and the topic changed too.But they will be partners in the future, and it seems that their future work is indeed not their own business.If you become a reporter, you probably have to go to other places often. Does Professor Mo mind?

"Actually, we passed by yesterday for a while and talked about you. We wanted him to persuade you to go to graduate school, but he didn't want to force you either." Zhang Yu smiled and drank his tea while talking. He looked at his hands and said, "I have a project meeting in a while, let's stop here today."

"Okay, goodbye, teacher."

After talking about this conversation, Tian Youxian's spirit was completely depressed.It seemed that the whole world was happy last night, but now a lot of troubles fell on his head.

Why should adult life be considered so much?

Being with the person you like is a matter for two people, but you can't ignore other people's eyes, and you have to think about how to explain to the people around you.The future is also like a cloud of fog that you seem to be able to see clearly, but you can't grasp at all.

The teacher's casual sentence "he doesn't want to force you either" also fell on Tian Youxian's heart like a pebble.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the phone buzzed and vibrated, showing that [Baby Squid] had called.

Mo Yu's yawning voice came from the phone: "Xianxian, when you came back at noon, you picked up a box of strawberries from the community security room. My mother said that she would drop by the community later."

"Okay, I'm going back now."

Hearing her boyfriend's gentle voice, Tian Youxian's heart suddenly became much more stable.I don't know why Mo Yu's words always have this kind of magic power, even if it's just a normal chat.

After hanging up the phone, Tian Youxian left the school.I drove to the convenience store to buy a box of curry cubes, thinking about using the beef, potatoes and carrots in the refrigerator to make curry rice for lunch.

When he drove to the security room and was about to ask if anyone had left this box of strawberries, Tian Youxian saw a big red Porsche parked in front of him.

The mature middle-aged woman in a small white pearl suit opened the car door, looked at Tian Youxian and the familiar black Bentley parked beside her, and said with a look of relief and excitement: "Xianxian, you moved here so soon, it seems that Xiaoyu It's pretty fast."

"Hmm... Hello, Auntie." Tian Youxian blushed immediately.

[The author has something to say]: Why is Xianxian always forced to meet his parents hahahaha~

ps. Maybe I didn't express it so well, but the reality is that there are really fewer and fewer excellent journalists, and investigative journalists are even rarer.

"In the world, police, judges, lawyers, and journalists are the four professions that are born with justice."