Ivy slumped up from her stool and glared at Owen with a resentful expression. The grievances and anger that have accumulated in the morning until now, like flames blown by the wind, hula la suddenly rushed to the top of the head.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that? Owen asked, tilting his head, feigned puzzlement.

"I'll write it myself, don't worry about it. She said angrily, elbowing him away and sitting back down in front of the computer.

Here's one more example. Owen tapped his finger at the computer screen as if he hadn't heard.

"I said you don't have to worry about it. Ivy yelled with a dark face.

Owen pursed his lips, raised his hands as if in surrender, and took a few steps back.

There was no sound for a long time, Ivy thought he was really gone, and she couldn't wipe her face to look behind her, and a wave of evil fire was vented on the keyboard.

"Are you hoeing or typing, and you're about to break the keyboard. Owen's voice came from behind him again.

He didn't go...... Ivy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but pretended not to hear him, and continued to type on the keyboard without looking back.

"I'll write it for you, you go get something to eat, there's only half an hour left before you leave. Owen simply pulled a chair and sat down next to her.

The sound of keystrokes stopped, and the room was quiet enough to be heard.

Ivy licked her dry lips, I don't know if she was hungry or angry, the tip of her tongue was bitter, and her stomach felt like a fire.

She stiffened her neck like a stiff neck patient, did not turn her head to look at him, only squeezed "thank you" from between her teeth, and walked out without looking back.

Owen looked at her back, smiled wryly and shook his head.

The manuscript was corrected in a few or two strokes, and after pressing the print button, Owen swept his eyes and saw Ivy's notepad spread out on the table. He stared at the notebook for a moment, then flipped through it.

The writing is urgent and messy, but at first glance, it is a girl's handwriting, sloppy but not beautiful. Four or five pages were densely written, full of news about the CVD vaccine.

Doing his homework quite seriously, he smiled happily.

Owen flipped a few more pages and found a sketch of a man lying on his back with his eyes closed, his lips slightly open, and his expression pained. The eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting became more and more familiar, and he wondered in his heart, is this person she painted me?

At half past one in the afternoon, the interview car drove out of the gate of the television station. The seven-seater car was packed, with three reporters, two cameramen, a gaffer and a whole bunch of equipment.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a huge lineup, what's the big news today?" the driver, Master Liu, inquired excitedly.

Lin Xiao hurriedly said: "Master Liu, what can make Sister Ziyue out of the horse is big news, and it has nothing to do with the lineup." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Reporter Hu Da is a celebrity in Zhuhai and Macao, as long as she appears, something big will happen. Master Liu echoed.

Hu Ziyue raised her eyebrows, took her eyes back from the manuscript in her hand, turned her head to Ai Wei and said, "The last version was barely passed, and guiding you to write the manuscript is more laborious than taking ten interns." ”

Ivy silently squeezed into the back row. She knew that Hu Ziyue was just trying to show her majesty, and she didn't need to respond to her.

The big head sat between Ivy and Owen, with a lampstand and a tripod at his feet, and a magnesium lamp in his arms.

Owen turned his head to say something to Ivy, but her face was blocked by the lampshade, so she gave up.

Since Lin Xiao knew that Chi Ming was among the interview subjects, she was so excited that she was touting her idol all the way.

He subverted the world's impression of scientists, needless to say, how high the IQ is, and his appearance can be called the peak. ”

"Is it so exaggerated?" Hu Ziyue rolled her eyelids, revealing a disapproving expression.

"It's no exaggeration, you know when you see a real person. According to reliable intelligence, he is currently single, but he has a very high vision, and is nicknamed 'Iceberg Beauty'. Lin Xiao had a self-absorbed expression.

"Hehe, it can't be that there is a problem with orientation, right?" Master Liu said with a wicked smile.

"How is that possible!" Lin Xiao looked like a cat with its tail stepped on, her eyes widened, "My ex-girlfriend is French, a Harvard doctor." ”

A heartfelt smile flashed on Hu Ziyue's face, as if she was moved by her.

As soon as Lin Xiao's box was opened, he could no longer close it, "He is the youngest Chinese-American academician of the American Academy of Sciences, and he was only twenty-five years old when he won the "National Science Award" of the United States. She was afraid that others would not understand, so she repeated in an accentuated tone, "The US National Science Prize, what kind of concept, second only to the Nobel Prize, is it good? Several Ivy League schools have invited him to be a professor, and his laboratory in New York is full of countless large companies vying to invest money in him every year. ”

"America, is this a foreign devil?" Master Liu listened with relish, and interjected again.