"Sadajun. Do you like the performance just now?"

"Wait! Thank you very much for your invitation and I had a wonderful night."

"As long as you like it." Shigeru Izumiya smiled, and from time to time he turned his head to look at the noble and pure side face of the beauties beside him, and he still couldn't believe that he could actually invite her to come out to enjoy the performance together? Although this does not mean anything, it is always a very good start!

But Seiko Hata didn't have as many ideas as he had been working in the TV station for several months. She also knew what the purpose of Shigeru Izumiya was to invite her so persistently, but she had no idea about this at all. As for being invited tonight, it was because she really couldn't resist the performance from the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra. She didn't want the other party to have any other ideas, but this kind of words was really hard to say. She had to listen to him: "I don't know which song you like the most. My personal favorite is the song "The Magic Flute" sung by that very fat woman. It's called """

"The flames of revenge are burning in my chest."

"Ah, yes, that's it!" Hiroshi Izumiya smiled and scratched his head: "You really remember it very clearly.

Where is Zaida? Which one do you like?”

"I, too, like the song you said."

"Ha! It turns out that we still have a common hobby! It really makes me a little excited."

Saida Xingko suddenly stopped: "Senior Izumiya?"

"talk?"

"Thank you very much for inviting me, Ha Qiu!" The girl in the white dress fluttered in a cold and sneezed a big sneeze: "Ah, it's so rude!"

"Are you cold?" Izumiya Shigeru was so happy that he quickly took off his suit and surrounded the girl: "It's already the weather, and it will be very cold at night. Oh, I have a handkerchief here."

"You," Ahda Xingzi felt warm in his heart, and he swallowed the words he was about to say: "Thank you, senior."

"Nothing, nothing. Oh, I'll take you home?" As he spoke, the man waved to stop a taxi: "I originally wanted to buy a car this year, but because I haven't passed the driver's license, I delayed it. When I have my own car, it will be much more convenient when I travel."

Thank you, Izumiya."

"Nothing, nothing." When I was with Sekiko Saida, Izumiya Shigeru could only say this sentence.

Sada Xingzi smiled faintly: "So, senior, will we see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow!" Watching the car drive away until the taillights disappeared into the darkness, Hiroshi Izumiya cheered: "Ula! Finally, I have the chance to come out alone with this beauty for the first time. If you have the first time, you are not afraid of not having the second time! Haha! Ah Ha Qiu! Oops, have her dressed her away?

There was nothing to say all night. When I was at work the next day, the careful Seida Shiroko ironed his clothes neatly with an iron, put them in a paper bag and handed them to Shigeru Izumiya's desk: "Senior, I have packed your clothes for you."

"Oh. Why are you so embarrassed?" Izumiya Shigeru said polite words, but the pride on his face could not hide such a conversation. It was inevitable that this conversation would be ambiguous to my colleagues. This ambiguous object is the number one beauty recognized by the TV station! Haha, I couldn't stop smiling when I remembered it. The fact is similar to Izumiya Shigeru's fantasy. Haha, I actually got up early in the morning to bring him his clothes. What does this mean? It seems that there are many news that are shocking to inquire about? When the girl's figure disappeared, several people around immediately came closer: "Senior, what's going on? Tell us? How did you get Miss Zaiya's heart?"

"Go and go! What's the matter with you inside? A bunch of little kids!" Izumiya Shigeru was so proud that he had nostrils facing his nose: "Isn't this kind of thing that can be told to you, so I'd better pay more attention to how to do my job well, right?"

"Tell us!" Everyone was still unwilling to let go until Qiangu Xiaonan pushed the door in. Everyone quickly dispersed. He was always different from Ai Fei, but Qiangu Xiaonan was very majestic at work: "Aren't you busy today's work? You get together to see what it looks like?"

"Uh, sorry, Minister."

"Izumiya, I have read the last time you wrote about the Asahi Shimbun. It seems that you are focusing more on the introduction of the newsun. How can this be done? Pay attention to the more brushstrokes and lenses to target those audiences!"

Shigeru Izumiya walked past Takao Tani's classmate back then. He always lacked respect for his boss, who was a few years younger than him. He just smiled with a smile when he heard this: "I understand. This time, I will use the manuscript I wrote for the time being? At most, I will follow your instructions next time. Is it OK?"

If it is normal, you can handle it with such a full voice, but today's situation is a bit special: "Perhaps to deal with it? Izumiya Jun, do you always rely on dealing with it when you work?"

"What did you say?"

"You have rewritten this text manuscript." Kono-na Qiangu threw the manuscript on the table without hesitation: "In the afternoon, what I want before getting off work today!"

"What's so great?" Hiroshi Izumiya's good mood in the morning was mixed up by Takao Miyaya's words, and he stomped his feet hard: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and do your job!"

Ai Fei did not go to the TV station today, but went straight to the building of the Asahi Shimbun. Hasegawa, who had already received his call, was waiting in the hall: "Ai Jun, welcome your arrival."

"I have always asked Hasegawa to do a lot of things for me. This time, as a guest invited by your newspaper, I can give you a favor." Ai Fei chuckled and shook hands with him: "Where are we officially starting?"

"Upstairs, please come with me."

When he walked into the room, it was divided into inner and outer compartments. Hasegawa took him to the inner room first. Oh, this is actually a dressing room! A man in a white coat was nodding to the two of them: "Let me introduce it. This is a makeup artist Tojo-kun, who was specially invited. This is the guest of the kitchen this time, Ai Fei-kun."

"Ai Fei, Tojo friendly." The two shook hands with each other, but Ai Fei still couldn't figure out what was going on: "Senior?"

"That's right, Ai Jun, because in addition to the text introduction, this interview also requires some photos of you. So, simple makeup is needed."

"Ah, I understand." Ai Fei smiled childishly: "It seems that I just washed my face before meeting someone else, and I have never painted makeup for you. I have always asked you to see Sai Shize.

"Please sit here." Tojo Youyi arranged for Ai Fei to sit down on the chair facing the mirror. He shook the shaking handle below and slowly leaned back. Ai Fei lay there, his eyes turned a few times: "Hey, senior. The makeup artist you invited was not a razor killer, right? I can't even resist in such a posture? No, I have to call Iko. If something happens to me, let her take the children to your house, um!"

Tojo Yoshi and Haga" smiled at each other, picked up the shaving bubble and smeared it on his chin and face: "If you still keep talking, Ai Jun, I really can't guarantee it?"

,”

He carefully shaved his beard with a razor, shaking the chair again, and began to treat him with facial treatment: "Ai Jun's skin really doesn't seem to have any maintenance!"

“How to say it?”

"It's very dry, and there are blackheads on the tip of the nose and wings." Tojo You are very skillful in covering the man's face with a mask and then peeling it off. The person who said this several times: "Well, it's almost done now."

"Is it different? Can't I feel it myself?"

"Of course, the person is still that person, but the skin on his face is much cleaner." Of course he couldn't see it himself, but the two people in front of him could see it clearly: "It's true. Hey, Ai Jun, what's in front of your skin? It's dirty?"

"Okay, stop talking, I'm disgusted!"

Hasegawa laughed.

After putting on makeup, Ai Fei looked at himself in the mirror. He really couldn't tell any difference. Shouldn't he think too much about his appearance? He has been watching for decades, but isn't he still familiar with it? He thanked Toyo Funny and walked out of the dressing room. Hasegawa and two other young people this year were waiting there: "Ai Jun. These two are photojournalists in the newspaper and also photojournalists in the column of "International" magazine. In the morning, Chiri-jun."

We were kinder to each other, Ai Fei and Changgu sat opposite the sofa: "This time, we invite you to come, in addition to interviewing the filming work you conducted overseas in the previous period to satisfy readers' curiosity about this content. We also hope that you can tell many readers the story of becoming an ordinary high school student who has not graduated from high school to the president of a neighboring TV station and a listed company in the past ten years. I hope Ai Jun can give us a complete answer."

"In fact, the main column of this magazine is named "Ai Mao's Complete Answer".

Ai Fei chuckled: "Okay, since I'm here, I have the awareness of this. If you have any questions, just come and answer them. I will definitely not hide it. Ah?"

With a gentle "click!" Just as he was speaking, the reporter named Qianli had already taken the time to take a photo: "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, Ai Jun, Qianli Jun and Jun in the morning always take pictures when the guests are not paying attention. For them, the postures they put on cannot reflect the character's agility, rich expressions and body language."

"Then you don't have to do this, right?" Ai Fei knew about this, but he didn't expect that he would be a personal try. He thought he was just like in a very formal environment, and he was posing before taking photos?

"Sorry, Ai Jun, are you resistant to this method?" Hasegawa frowned: "If that's the case

"Nothing, nothing. Just follow your colleague's method?"

"Okay, if that's the case, our interview will start now?" Haguchi" formally prepared the manuscript for the interview, but once again made Ai Fei laugh: "What's so funny?"

"Do you also use such a manuscript based on your understanding of me?"

Hasegawa smiled and said, "Ai Jun, this interview is very different from all the interviews you have experienced before. It is because, in addition to some questions that I know about you but others don't know, there are many of them that are randomly interviewed by passers-by on the street and distributed questionnaires."

"What's the meaning?"

"That is to say, many questions are asked by many people who are completely unfamiliar with you, and of course, the people who care about you very much. I am just their verbal conversation."

"Ah, I understand." Ai Fei reached out to pick it up, and Hasegawa hid quickly: "I'm sorry. I can't show you such a question."

"Why is this? Show me?"

"No." Hasegawa deliberately turned his face: "Next, our problem officially begins.

First, it comes from my question: When I first met you, I was at the award ceremony of the first Million People Awards held by Asahi Shimbun. At that time, you won the first prize in the category of reasoning for a "Points and Lines". According to the information I interviewed later, even books such as train schedules that were usually unwelcome to have obtained unique sales results after "Points and Lines". It seems that everyone has the same problem; how did you think of creating such a movie in this way?"

"This can only be said that I don't have confidence in my work, right? The length of "Points and Lines" is barely considered to be rigorous in structure, but it cannot bring great enjoyment to readers. As for adopting such a story structure, it was a helpless choice. To be honest at that time, I was still in fact and didn't have much social experience. I had to find the material from this kind of train timepiece that people and people can get."

"I understand. The second question is that except for "Points and Lines", you have only published one "Sand Tool" in the past few years, and no more reasoning works have been published. What is the reason?"

"I'm too busy!" Ai Fei smiled bitterly and scratched his head: "Even the writing of "Sandware", I took time to create the company and the operation. After that, "You know. People's energy is limited, and it is impossible to take everything into consideration. The most important thing is that there are too many reasoning writers appearing now, and I think there is still a long way to go compared to these people. Since they can contribute so many excellent works to readers, I don't need to join."

"So, do you have any idea of ​​the current reasoning writers?"

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