"Pony, let's go."

I was full of energy and called Xiaoma when I went out.

At that moment, I felt that I was the unyielding Tang Jikede, and the little horse was the little horse under Xiao Tang's crotch.

It was obvious that Xiaoma was definitely unwilling to be a pony under her crotch. After we met, he asked the first question: "Okay, are you going to interview their dean so early or who?"

As soon as Xiaoma said this, I knew something was wrong.

Xiaoma has been in the industry for five years and has rich work experience. In this industry, he is completely my guide.

The first trick Xiaoma taught me was to pretend to be an old man. He said, "You must let the other party know why we are called the Uncrowned King. No matter where you go, you must first treat yourself as an old man. Believe me, in this country, there are few places that are truly clean, including schools and hospitals. Don't be afraid of anything. If you get angry, report their darkest side. They will naturally come to publicize you and give you a big red envelope."

I was very resentful at the time: "Even if I write the darkest side, I may not be able to report it."

Xiao Ma immediately carried out a tongue twister-like ideological education for me: "You say you are stupid or not? There are some things you know cannot report, and I also know not report them, but the people interviewed don't know whether they can report them. If you don't say them, I don't say them, how can they know? As long as you put on a stance of "making a gesture and want to write", fear comes from the unknown. They don't know if you dare to write something, subconsciously they will be afraid of you, and if you are afraid of you, you have to give you gifts."

Fortunately, Xiaoma's ideological education was only able to show off her attitude as a senior reporter to Miss Erchun yesterday.

Today, Xiaoma obviously thought I came too early, and it would be not enough for the old man to come too early.

If I say I get up at half past five, wouldn’t I have to be humiliated to death by Xiaoma?

I said with a shameless face: "It's not just an interview with the dean, it's just a girl."

Xiao Ma touched my forehead and said in surprise: "I don't have a fever, what do you want to do?"

I was immediately confused: "What does it mean?"

Xiaoma was very angry: "Attacking a student girl, you called me up early in the morning. Do you want Ritian?"

Ritian is Brother Yun’s catchphrase, and the general meaning is very similar to Untian. Occasionally, Xiaoma and I have been with Brother Yun for a long time and have become accustomed to using the word Ritian.

I was criticized to the point of being speechless, and only listened to Xiaoma, "Do you know how many girls in art schools dream of going to newspapers and TV? For this opportunity to show their face, do you know what they are willing to give? What you have to do is not to see a rabbit or show an eagle. How could you take the initiative to deliver it to your door?"

I was even more confused: "Do we have to open a room and wait for the girl to come to us?"

Xiaoma: "Guawazi, do you really want Ritian? You haven't understood what I mean after talking for a long time. If you go out for a well-known newspaper like us, you go to see a student girl. If you are not late for half an hour, you are embarrassed to say hello to your colleagues. Only those tabloid reporters like to take the initiative. Nowadays, the girls in art schools are very smart and proud. If you have a good attitude, they will look down on you at all."

I can't understand this idea: "Is it still wrong to show our sincerity?"

Xiaoma: "You are not convinced when you say you are a novice? If you are sincere, the key is that others may not be sincere. You have no idea about the supply and demand relationship here, and the initiative is in your hands. There are so many girls in the art school. Whoever you want to interview whom, why hang yourself on a tree? In the final analysis, you can't beg them, you have to let them come and ask you."

I said weakly: "It's not them, it's her... I just want to interview her."

This time, the pony was silent for twenty seconds, and then said, "Tell me honestly, are you interested in that girl?"

I was silent for thirty seconds, and finally confessed to leniently.

Xiaoma's next sentence made me tighten: "What would happen if Brother Yun knew about using the excuse of using work to pick up girls?"

Only then did I realize the seriousness of the situation. Before my love began, I would lose my job.

Xiaoma said again: "Look at you're scared. As your half-master, can I not help you?"

In fact, Xiaoma is definitely not as straightforward as he said.

In return, from that day on, I can't call him Xiaoma anymore, I have to call him Xiaoma Brother.

My mood at that time was a line from the second in charge after being ravaged by Chun Sanshiniang in the movie "A Chinese Odyssey": For the sake of love, even if my appearance is ruined, it is worth it.

Xiaoma, okay, Xiaoma, since then, Xiaoma has taught me a lot of things, including many experiences in picking up girls. On our way to interview Erchun, Xiaoma improvised and taught me a few unique skills. Without exception, these unique skills are how to successfully trick the girl into bed and then how to smoothly get rid of the girl.

I remember asking him, “Is there a slightly positive way?”

Brother Ma asked me back: "What is the method of being a little more positive?"

I said, "It's just a kind of life in love."

Brother Xiao Ma stared at me with deep meaning: "You want to fall in love with an art school girl? No, it's too general. I mean, do you want to live with an art school girl who is interviewed?"

This time it was my turn to ask back: "Isn't it okay?"

Brother Ma is actually not a few years older than me, and he always speaks in an old and angrily manner. I remember that morning he looked at me seriously for a few seconds, and then sighed: "Young man, you are indeed a young man."

In the end, I reached an agreement with Brother Xiao Ma. I was neither late for half an hour as I told him, nor could I wait to see her half an hour in advance as I thought. We chose to arrive on time.

My mood was nervous and contradictory. What was nervous was that I was about to see the girl in white dress in my mind, but what was conflicted was that Brother Ma brought me a very strong conceptual impact.

On the one hand, my vanity makes me hope that she will look up to me because of my profession. Men like women to see their outstanding side, which makes it more convenient to collude. On the other hand, if she really looks at me differently, it means that she is very realistic or even snobbish. I don’t want me to fall in love with such a girl.

At that moment, I was even more confused than the heroine in Qiong Yao's works.

When I saw her, I suddenly became calm.

She put on makeup and dressed very stylishly. This kind of dress cannot be said to be unfair. Instead, it is more refined and solemn compared to yesterday. Unfortunately, I felt like my dream was broken on the spot, as if the girl in my memory with a plain face and white dress floating in the sky was dead.

I think what I fell in love with was the girl with a fluttering white dress. When she didn't wear a white dress, I wouldn't love her anymore.

Compared to the calm me, Brother Ma was not calm.

His eyes were very sharp, and he could see the target clearly within ten meters, and whispered to me: "Young man, you have a good vision."

I understand the subtext implied in Brother Xiao Ma’s words. The girl in my heart was originally like a fairy who came to the earth from heaven, but in Brother Xiao Ma’s eyes, the girl’s dress today is more like a girl who walked out of heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!