[Comprehensive] Late Night Radio

hopeless...

I feel like my life is so dark that I can't even find any way forward.

My name is Rei Seki, and I am a very ordinary student who can't even find any characteristics in the broadcasting and hosting major of Kawai University.

Now I am very desperate, I stay in the McDonald's downstairs of the company, capitalized life has nothing to love.

I grabbed the transfer notice tightly, wishing I could bury my whole face in the table.Ignoring the eyes of those around me, I wiped my tears and burst into tears.

In the middle of the trip, a few younger brothers with unfriendly faces came to talk to me, saying things like "Oh my little sister, did you get dumped by your boyfriend?" "Would you like to go play with my brothers?"

Since I was crying so much that I even spent more than half of my makeup, I scared them away as soon as I looked up.

……

Even ruffians ignore me!

I am even more desperate.

The reason for my despair is of course not because I was dumped by a man. If I want to be dumped, there must be a prerequisite, that is, there must be a man first.

Too bad I didn't.

Not to mention being dumped by a man... I have lived for almost 20 years, except when the teacher asked me to hold hands with boys during spring outings in kindergarten to avoid getting lost, I have never even touched a man's hand.

In the world of lovers, I am simply an outlier.

...okay that's not the point.

What made me desperate was the job transfer application I was holding in my hand.

Not long after I entered college, due to the shortage of manpower at Hexi Radio Station, I had to arrange students who were still studying at school to be interns.Although there are not many people in our majors, it is amazing to think that I, a person with no characteristics and middle grades, was selected.

At first, I refused. After all, I have the leisure time to do an internship. It is better to let me study more and think about the internship when I am about to graduate.

However, the principal called me and told me that if I didn't take the job, he would give me three times as much homework.

On the contrary, if you accept it, you will be exempted from tuition fees while you are studying at the university, and you will be arranged to work in front-line jobs after graduation.

What a heartwarming offer, I don't think anyone in the world would refuse.After all, I am not a person with special integrity and bottom line. For a poor person, what is more important than money?

For my glorious future, I resolutely signed a contract with the school and took over the job.

It was relatively smooth in the beginning, I only had to read the press release every day and answer the off-site connection.I am very satisfied with such an easy job and good salary.

But that's all for today.

Today I went to the radio station on time, but was told by the leader that they had hired a more professional host.

But they had a contract with me and they couldn't fire me, so they put me on a late-night radio station that was on from midnight to one in the morning, with the same salary.

Although there is nothing to transfer...

but!

why!

It's late at night!

Radio! ! !

Who will guarantee my sleep time!

What about my personal safety?

How could a girl be allowed to work at the radio station in the early morning alone!

And I have to go to class the next day, and I have to do my homework at other times!

I finally realized that this kind of temporary shortage of people to recruit people will not be a stable and good job.I just sold myself alive...

The first period of work after the transfer will be tonight, more precisely in the early morning of the next day.Even if I don't want to, just like what the leader said, they can't fire me because I signed the contract, and I can't leave the job without authorization.

I can only go on hard.

I ran to the sink in the toilet to remove the messy makeup.Staring at the mirror to see his plain face, he patted his cheek.

—Come on, zero!Can't lose, zero!

I dried my hands with the dryer, grabbed the transfer letter next to me and returned to my seat.

The content of the letter is roughly like this.

Due to the adjustment of the radio station personnel, I was transferred to a new program run by the Late Night Party. The name of the program is "Lala Kaka, I'll Listen to Your Troubles" (the name is random, and it's bad enough. )

The general content is to play a song (I choose it myself), and after a few random sentences, I will answer the call from the audience, listen to the audience's troubles, and then solve the problem for him.At the same time as the audience asked questions, the official Weibo of the radio program would post a Weibo with the same worries as the audience at that time, seeking the opinions of other listeners.Other listeners can interact with the host through Weibo (the host chooses to read Weibo messages).

In short, this is the general idea of ​​the transfer letter.Everything depends on my performance on the spot to solve problems for the audience.

There is still a line of small characters at the bottom, probably because of a problem with the printer, the printing is not very clear.I don't think it should be something important, so I didn't care about it.

Just when I was wondering whether to sit in McDonald's all night and wait until the early morning or go to school first, a middle-aged uncle sat down opposite me.

There was an empty seat next to him, but he sat down opposite to the female college student. I think this uncle must have no good intentions.

...although he is quite handsome.

"Hello." The uncle took off his hat and greeted me.

I pretended not to hear, took out my phone and tapped the screen casually.There are many tragedies in the world that start with talking to strangers, and I must do my best to avoid it.

I neither want to be abducted and trafficked as a woman to marry Dashan, nor to be taken as a hostage for ransom.You must know that my family really has no money at all, and it would be better to kill me than to ask for money.

"Hello." Unyielding, the uncle stretched out his hand and waved in front of my eyes.

"Hello? Brother, let me tell you that today I..." I had no choice but to pretend to make a phone call.

"Your phone is held upside down." The uncle pointed to my phone.

I put down my phone in embarrassment, it seems that this uncle is going to make trouble with me.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you!?" I was so anxious that I was about to cry, "My family has no money, so don't try to think about me, I can't sell much for ugly things like mine, let me go Uncle."

"Uncle, Uncle!?" The person opposite touched his mustache and said to himself, "Does the beard really look old...? I'm still so young. Should I change to look younger? ...?"

OK, he's off to tangle his beard!Let's just run back to the company in one breath...!

Just when I was about to sneak away, the uncle stopped me: "Why do you have such an attitude when you see the director, Rei Segi. Do you have any opinions on the director?"

...He actually called out my name!

"How do you know my name?" It seems that there is no way to leave. This uncle is a bit powerful, and he even checked my household registration.

"I'm the director." The uncle crossed his fingers and put them on the table.

"Director??" I suspected that my ears had misheard, so I confirmed it with him once.

"Yes, the director of Hexi Radio Station." The uncle nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"What!?" I excitedly slapped the table and stood up, and the people around me all looked at me because of the commotion.

It was shocking that I was disturbing other people by being so loud in public.

"Sorry..." I said as I sat down slowly.

"Hi, director, please forgive me for being unreasonable just now..." My voice trembled a little.Although I have heard that the director is a person who does not play cards according to common sense, but I have never heard that he is an uncle with a mustache! ?

Although he looks pretty handsome.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to be cautious. I'm very casual." The uncle waved his hand.

...Yes, I can see it, how can there be a boss who would come directly to the intern girl at McDonald's! ?

"Then what's the matter with you, boss?"

"Oh, I'm here to tell you about the job transfer." The director pointed to the job transfer letter on the table, "Have you read it?"

"I've seen it." I nodded.

"Then do you have any questions?"

"Not at all." I shook my head.

"No...?" The director looked at me with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Young people nowadays are very receptive."

"..." After all, I signed the contract, no matter how unwilling I am, I still have to obey, my dear director!

Speaking of which, why do you think so that I have doubts! ?Do you usually hand over questionable job transfer letters directly to trainee girls? ?

"Yes..." I agreed.

"Then there's nothing to do." The director handed me an envelope, "I thought you must be full of questions, so I came here in person. This will save a lot of trouble."

I opened the envelope, which contained a bunch of keys and a contract.

"The key is the key to Room 213 in the building next to the company. Considering that it is not convenient for you to travel in the early morning, I arranged a place for you to live in."

"Ah? But I still have to go to school..." I was a little desperate.

"The principal has agreed for you to move out of the dormitory. Anyway, the school is not far from us. Isn't there a direct bus here? You go to work at night and go to class during the day. Even if you are absent, your credits will not be affected. The contract begins at the beginning Just write it... You know, it's better to study this major for a few years than to go to battle in person..." The director began to talk about the truth of life (in his opinion), and he talked for 5 minutes.

I have to say that only a person with leadership can be the head of the station.I was brainwashed by his 5-minute speech, and felt that what he said was very reasonable.Even if it was a late-night show, I suddenly got motivated and signed the contract without hesitation.

The director said that because I had no doubts about the content of the program, he saved a lot of trouble.In exchange, he could go back to the dormitory and move with me. Anyway, he always had to move. He drove me.

(Actually, I still don't quite believe that he is really the head of the station. I quietly asked the seniors at work on Q/Q, and found out that he really is!)

I thought to myself that this director is really a good director, how could there be such a dear director in the world!If it wasn't for his moustache, I might fall in love with him, he's really good looking after all...!

But I hate mustaches.

To be honest, I am really lucky to be able to live in a dormitory!After all, I can't get along with a few roommates, and I've always been very aggrieved.

My mother probably never dreamed that I could get such a good treatment in college, that I didn't even have to pay the tuition fee, and I could send money home to her every month.

Where can I find such an upbeat daughter?

Although I just had shit luck...

I told the director that I was so excited, let me call my mother first.

The director said let me call.

I called my mother and told her what happened recently.She said that if I live alone, I must take care of myself. Since it is a job arranged by the principal, there will be no problem.

My mother and I talked about the housework for a long time, she always did this, as long as I called her she couldn't stop.

This is also impossible.After I went to college, I went to another city. My mother must be very lonely without anyone to accompany me. When I graduate and return to my hometown, I must spend more time with my mother.

In the end, I told my mother that the director was still waiting for me, and ended this long and warm conversation.

"Sorry for keeping the station waiting for so long." I put away the phone and gave the station director an apologetic smile.

"It's all right." The director stood up from his seat and walked towards the gate, "...is your mother okay?"

"Huh?" I followed behind the director, "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"No, I mean, you used to live with your mother?"

"Yes." I nodded. "My dad died a long time ago."

"That's it... that's really hard work." The director said and patted my head.

"Wait for the director! How can you touch the intern girl's head as the director!" I moved his hand away and protested loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The director withdrew his hand and looked at the sky in the distance, "I'm used to it."

"It's not a good habit to touch a girl's head casually." I muttered.

The director drove me to the school. I didn’t have much luggage to move to the dormitory, only a basic change of clothes, a laptop, and some study books.

I quickly cleared the luggage, and moved all the luggage to the director's car after a few round trips.

During the period, there were senior sisters who volunteered to help me. I feel that there is still true love everywhere in the world.

If it wasn't for that senior sister staring at the director the whole time, with pink hearts all around her.

……

In short, everything is still developing normally.

—until that night.

Late night radio is actually a very easy job. After all, there are no listeners in the middle of the night, so in fact, there are not many people calling in for consultation.In a program, at most one or two people will call in to ask you, and they don't have any troubles, it's purely because they can't sleep in the middle of the night, and they want to chat with you when they are idle.The official Weibo of the radio station I opened has no fans at all, let alone someone who will participate and reply to you.

At this time, I can play songs for an hour to fish in troubled waters.

When the show was about to reach the tenth episode, I found that the leader didn't check my show at all!I can totally say that I just came to keep a little presence for this show.

So I'm going to let myself go on today's show, anyway, the radio station can't fire me.

After connecting to the audience connection, when no one called in for nearly 10 minutes, I turned on the bgm, and prepared to sing a love sale for everyone (actually no one listened).

"Sell your love!"

"Forcing me to leave!"

"When I know the truth, I shed tears!"

When I was very high, a male voice started to sing with me.I thought to myself that this accompaniment is quite powerful, with its own harmony.

"Cruel to hurt me! Love is such an accident!"

"True love watered with heart! Only withering will you understand!"

"Let me break free, let me know how to let go of your love!"

"Ah, refreshed." After a song, I felt that my years of resentment disappeared.

"Woo... woo...!"

Suddenly, a man's sobbing sound came from nowhere, and I was so scared that I fell off the chair.

I was so scared that I shrank into a paragraph, and said to myself: "Who...who is crying? It can't be a ghost...!?"

"I'm sorry... I couldn't help hearing this song, and I actually sang it with you."

"Are you a ghost!?"

"No, I'm just a listener... Sorry, I couldn't help but sang along."

"..." I glanced at the console, and found that I hadn't turned off the button to connect to the off-site connection.This little brother actually connected directly while I was singing.

So I just sang the whole love business with this little brother! ?It's better to say that this program will really be listened to...! ?

Okay, what a shame... I'll find a way to confuse this matter, anyway, let's communicate with him according to the process.

"Okay, hello, listener. You are the first listener we connected to today. I am the host Xiaoling. I have known your troubles for a long time. I played that song just for you."

"Really?!"

"it is true."

"Although I don't know what this song means, but... I can't help but sing it... Excuse me, what does this song mean?"

"Oh, it probably means that you poured your affection on someone, and he dumped you."

"..."

"Okay, little brother, don't be sad. There are so many women in the world. What's your name? If you don't want to use your real name, you can use a pseudonym."

"He's not a woman...I'm called Yile Ramen World Number One."

What is not a woman! ?That is to say, this little brother is actually a gay?It's pitiful for a gay guy to be dumped by a gay guy... I can't help but sympathize.

So I avoided the subject, it might not be good to talk about it on the radio, and if the show got banned, I don't know what would happen to me.

"Ichile Ramen is number one in the world? Do you like Ramen very much?"

"No, I don't like to eat ramen, I like to eat Yile ramen!"

"Oh...! That must sound great! But it's a pity that this is not a food show, so we can't let you share food with everyone. What's your trouble?"

"My troubles..."

"My best friend, Chidori..."

"Ignore me after debut!"

——This is the cry from the heart of Yile Ramen World No. [-].