It was almost noon when Li Zhao and Yan Ting went downstairs.
Li Zhao was lying on the sofa, humming and not wanting to eat. Finally, not knowing what Yan Ting said in his ear, Li Zhao reached out and poked Yan Ting's waist, and sat down at the dining table.
Watching this scene, the chef aunt asked the housekeeper, "Is the food I cooked today not to my taste?"
In the past, even if she cooked a pot of porridge, Mr. Li could eat half of the pot. Why don't you want to eat today
"Cough cough cough." The housekeeper coughed a few times, "Mr. Li is playing with him, they will have dinner later."
"I'll just say, Mr. Li has always been a good boy. Unlike Mr. Li, he has to coax Mr. Li to eat."
The housekeeper silently looked at the kitchen auntie. You may have forgotten that the salary is from the husband.
No wonder the housekeepers were biased towards Li Zhao. Li Zhao not only had a face that was liked by the elders, but also had a likeable personality. Since he moved in, the whole yard was full of vitality.
What everyone is most afraid of now is that Mr. Li has been away from home for too long. After Mr. Li has been away for a long time, he doesn't like to talk, and the whole house will become dead.
Well now, the end of the final exam is the winter vacation. With Mr. Li by his side, Mr. Li can be happy again.
After lunch, Li Zhao took a nap, and Yan Ting took him to school.
The kitchen auntie packed the cooked food that had been prepared for a long time for Li Zhao in an oversized thermal insulation bucket. When Li Zhao picked it up, he suspected that the bucket weighed more than ten kilograms.
There was snow on the road, and the driver deliberately drove a non-slip car from the garage.
"In the past few days for the exam, I asked the driver to bring you meals?"
"No, I'll just eat with my classmates." Li Zhao lay on Yan Ting's lap and said lazily, "We'll go to the study room to review at night."
"Your body..."
"Change the subject."
"Okay." Yan Ting rubbed Li Zhao's waist, "I will pick you up when your final exam is over?"
Li Zhao did not refuse.
Before getting off the bus, Yan Ting put on the scarf and hat for Li Zhao: "It's cold outside and there's snow on the ground, so be careful not to fall."
Li Zhao took off his mask and slapped Yan Ting's face: "Wait for me to come back."
When he opened the door, a cold wind blew in. Afraid that Yan Ting would be cold, Li Zhao quickly closed the door, shook his hand at Yan Ting outside the car window, and turned to run towards the dormitory building.
Yan Ting watched him sway around in the snow like a duckling, and opened the car window a little, revealing a pair of gentle eyes.
Li Zhao ran to the downstairs of the dormitory and saw two people squatting beside the flower bed, shivering with cold. One of them saw him running over and wanted to stand up excitedly, but the whole person fell into the snow. .
Li Zhao recognized the two of them as reporters, hesitated for a moment, sighed, and then stepped forward to help another reporter and helped the fallen reporter up.
The two reporters looked very young, with green eyes and brows.
"Thank you." The reporter who was helped up was covered in snow. He didn't care to pat the snowflakes on his body, and hurriedly said, "Hello, Li Zhao, can you please give us an interview."
"It's such a cold day, why are you standing here?" Li Zhao saw that the two were blushing from the cold, and he didn't know how long they had been waiting here. "How long have you been waiting?"
"We started waiting this morning." The two laughed tremblingly.
"You haven't thought about it, what if I don't come to school today and go directly to the school when the test starts tomorrow?"
"Always try your luck." The two reporters continued to laugh.
Li Zhao glanced around and pointed to a place that could cover the snow, "You guys wait for me there for a while, and I'll put the insulation bucket and come down."
The two reporters nodded quickly, and after Li Zhao went upstairs, they excitedly called the editor-in-chief, saying that not only did they squat to Li Zhao, but the other party also agreed to interview them.
"Then hurry up and record a piece of his life at school." The editor-in-chief was overjoyed.
"But, but he's back in the dormitory now. He said he'd put his things down and come down."
The editor-in-chief was in a hurry: "Do you believe this kind of thing?! People are playing with the two of you. If you don't believe me, just wait downstairs and see if Li Zhao will come down and take care of the two of you!"
The two reporters were new interns. They had no idea that the artists had so many tricks to deceive. They were both aggrieved and sad when they heard the director's roar.
Did Li Zhao really lie to them
Is it really just an excuse to get away
Wait, wait, five minutes have passed, and they are a little flustered.
Ten minutes passed, and they were desperate, and even wanted to cry. Just when they gave up hope, Li Zhao ran out of the door of the dormitory building.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Li Zhao ran in front of the two of them. "The person in the dormitory asked me a question just now, and it was delayed for a few minutes."
The moment they saw Li Zhao's appearance, the two intern reporters almost burst into tears. This feeling of hopelessness and hope saved them.
"There is a cafe in the school, but if we go to interview, it will affect other students." Li Zhao wrapped his scarf tightly and put his hand in the pocket of his down jacket: "If you two don't mind, I invite you to take a seat at the cafe outside the school. There's a box over there."
The reporters were so cold that their snot bubbles were about to come out. They nodded again and again, as long as Li Zhao was willing to accept their interview, even in the open air.
"Mr. Li Zhao, we want to make a video of you walking from school to campus, may I ask?"
"You can do whatever you want, but the road is very slippery today, so be careful not to fall. Also, please try not to let other students in the camera, and if so, please blur their faces later."
"Okay, okay, no problem." The reporter put the camcorder on his shoulder.
The snow on the road was a little thick, and Li Zhao walked in front, not fast, and occasionally introduced the school's architecture to reporters.
Along the way, from time to time a classmate greeted Li Zhao.
"Li Xiaozhao, do you want to go to the study room at night? I'll reserve a seat for you."
"I'll be with the guys in the dormitory at night." Li Zhao took off his mask, "It's so cold, you go back early."
"Sure." The classmate asked, "Did you bring some delicious food again? I'll go to your dormitory to eat it."
"Then you have to hurry up, or it will be gone." Li Zhao's voice just fell, and he saw his classmate who was still slow just now, and ran in small steps.
The classmates in front had just left, and before they took two steps, another classmate greeted Li Zhao.
Some borrowed notes from Li Zhao, some asked him to have a dinner together after the exam, and some gave Li Zhao a bag of snacks. The attitude of these classmates is very casual, Li Zhao is a buddy in their eyes, not a star.
"Zhaozhao, you seem to be very popular at school?"
"It's okay." Li Zhao explained, "The main reason is that everyone has a good personality and takes care of me."
When the reporter saw Li Zhao opened the snacks given by his classmates and started to eat them, he couldn't help but ask again, "Is there a taboo when I eat with my classmates?"
"The food in the school cafeteria is pretty good, I don't usually have a taboo." Li Zhao laughed, "I used to say in an interview that I like to eat chicken drumsticks, and I ate with my classmates, and if they disagreed, they would send me to eat. drumstick."
"Do you often eat in the cafeteria with your classmates?"
"Why don't you eat in the cafeteria?" Li Zhao threw the snack garbage bag into the trash can, "I'm usually busy with schoolwork, so going to the cafeteria to eat can save a lot of time..."
"Li Zhao."
When the reporter heard someone calling Li Zhao, he turned his head to look and saw a man in his fifties or sixties standing under the library building. He wore glasses and had neatly groomed hair. He looked very gentle and graceful.
"Professor." Li Zhao ran to the man and asked with a smile, "You called me?"
"It's snowing so hard, where are you going?" The professor reached out and patted the snow on Li Zhao's shoulder, glanced at the reporters who were filming behind Li Zhao, and nodded to them.
The two reporters smiled back in fear. Li Zhao called this man a professor. Could it be a professor at Beijing University
"Two journalist friends want to conduct an interview with me. I will take them outside to find a quiet place." Li Zhao stomped his feet, his toes a little cold.
"What are you doing so far, you don't review?" The professor frowned, "So, you bring them to my office."
"Hey hey." Li Zhao did not reject the professor's good intentions, "Thank you, professor, I will choose your courses after the second year of my sophomore year."
"Promise, wait until you grab my class." The professor patted the snow off Li Zhao's other shoulder as well.
"Then you can open a back door for me." Li Zhao doggedly helped the professor hold the book, "try to make me your proud student."
"No." The professor was ruthless.
"why?"
"Because the camera is filming, I promise you, and I will leave evidence." The professor led Li Zhao towards the office. He is a funny and elegant man who is very popular in the school. In order to grab his class, the students spent the night in the middle of the night. all in front of the computer.
The two reporters did not expect that the professor of Beijing University actually took them to the office and poured them two glasses of water.
"Friends from the reporter, if you have any questions, ask them carefully. Don't take the children into the ditch." The professor put a mug in Li Zhao's hand. "After the interview, go back and read."
"Okay." Li Zhao held the cup with a big smile on his face, and dragged down his down jacket, scarf, hat, and mask.
The professor was not Li Zhao's teacher, the two met while running in the morning. Because both of them have the habit of running in the morning, when Li Zhao was at school, he became runners with this professor, and they became acquainted with him after coming and going.
The professor's wife is a dramatist and is very famous in the drama world. Sometimes, she would come to the playground to practice her figure. Every time she saw Li Zhao, she would sigh a pity, saying that if he started learning opera since he was a child, he might have become famous in the opera world now.
"Professor?" Li Zhao noticed that the professor was staring at his neck, thinking that his thermal clothes were exposed, and quickly pulled the collar of the sweater.
The professor smiled: "It's good to know how to read and review."
He walked to the small lounge next to him and closed the door for Li Zhao thoughtfully.
After the interview officially started, the two intern reporters asked two well-established questions at first, and as the topic went deeper, their questions gradually began to gossip.
"Many friends on the Internet are very curious about your local tyrant friend. Would you like to chat with us about him?"
Li Zhao glanced at the reporter silently. Are netizens curious about the friends of the local tyrants, or are they curious about the CP story between him and the local tyrants who relocated
The reporter avoided Li Zhao's sight with a guilty conscience.
With a chuckle, Li Zhao said, "He is an outsider. I don't want to introduce too much and cause trouble for his life. But he is a very nice and lovely person."
The reporter blinked, this is gone
Li Zhao motioned them to ask the next question.
"There are also netizens who are curious about your friendship with the boss of Canghuan's head office. Are you and him friends as rumored on the Internet?"
Li Zhao glanced at the reporter again.
How many CP topics related to him did these two intern reporters pay attention to in private
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