"It's a meeting!"

With Mr. Wang's assurance, Gu Meng returned to the classroom and found his classmates to have a small meeting to discuss the establishment of the school's press corps.

Everyone thought that they could become one of the founders of the Hanking University press corps and have the opportunity to publish articles in the newspaper, and they were all excited to offer their ideas.

First of all, there must be people, there is strength in numbers, and there is popularity in the long run.

It was not enough for all 37 people in the class to participate, so Gu Meng decided to gather students from the next class, majoring in communication, advertising, editing and publishing, to hold a conference and invite them to join.

Second, there must be an instructor, this person can find Wang Tao or Amy, this is not difficult.

Third, the establishment of a new club needs to be recommended by the student union of the school, reported to the school Youth League Committee, and applied for it, and it can be regarded as a legal organization only if it meets the conditions.

The press corps is an academic club, and it is not difficult to apply for a press corps that can provide a platform for students to practice and practice, and at the same time contribute to the school newspaper.

After the class meeting, Gu Meng went to the office to find Teacher Amy, chatted for a while, mentioned the creation of a press corps, and asked her to be the instructor, Amy did not refuse.

This year, the school reopened the journalism and communication course, and the establishment of a press corps is a natural meaning, and the early establishment can give a good start to the next class of students.

With Amy's help, in less than a week, the matter of the press corps was successfully finalized.

In this class, plus a few majors next door, the number of people who joined the group exceeded 60.

Gu Meng served as the head of the regiment, and there were two deputy regiment leaders, Zhang Mei, the secretary of the Youth League, and the head of the communication squad, six officers.

He was in charge of the affairs of the regiment, and other organizational activities and other things were entrusted to the two deputy chiefs.

At the same time as founding the press corps, Gu Meng made several trips to Hexie Hospital, interviewing doctors and nurses who had contact with patients, as well as relevant domestic infectious disease experts.

Since the deceased was a foreigner and the hospital kept the news, Gu Meng asked Mr. Wang for help, and only then did he get something useful.

The deceased, a native of Argentin, was admitted to the medical ward of foreign guests on June 4, with symptoms of Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia, and died of toxic shock and respiratory and circulatory failure on the morning of June 6......

After a busy half a month, he didn't have time to participate in the school basketball team called for training on the weekend.

Usually accompanied Julia to eat in a hurry, which made the girl boss unhappy, and thought he would run away if he got a bargain.

Gu Meng really didn't mean that, the girl was too beautiful, she had a face, a figure, a smart brain to study politics, and she had a lot of face with her, he really had no intention of letting go, at least for now.

He repeatedly promised that he would accompany him when he was done, and offered a flower and a kiss before the girl let him go reasonably.

......

One afternoon, in dormitory 204, the orange-red sun shone in through the balcony window, giving the dormitory a dreamy color.

Under the bunk by the window, Gu Meng lay on the table, writing and scratching, and checking the materials handed in by the two regiment leaders.

Under his public relations, the application form of the press corps has been submitted for approval, and the application materials are indispensable, such as the purpose of the association, rules and regulations, development direction, activity plan, etc.

There is no computer, no copy and paste, no electronic form, all to be handwritten, tens of thousands of words of materials, several people are busy for a few days to sort out and complete, and after writing to hand in for the record.

When it came time to fill in the date, he forgot the date and glanced up at the calendar behind the door, which was marked with a red pen for October 12.

Number 12?

What about this year's National Day holiday?

Who stole the seven-day holiday?

He thought about it for a while before he came back to his senses, and the concept of Golden Week seemed to have only been mentioned in '97.

Until now, the National Day is only three days, this time the National Day is on Monday, and it is put together with the weekend, it is too busy, and there is no mobile phone reminder, I really can't remember the day.

Oops!

I was going to go to Wang Ya during the National Day holiday, but I accidentally finished busy, what should I do?

It's been more than a month since school started, and I haven't gone to Wang Ya once, the girl must be angry, right?

No way!

Take advantage of this weekend to make amends.

Gu Meng put down the documents in his hand slipperily, got up to wash his hair, wash his face and change clothes, and cleaned up like a human being.

"Squad leader, how about you read my message?"

Just as they were about to leave, Zhang Jing'an and Liu Fucai, both of whom are now officers of the press corps, returned from outside the door.

Two days ago, Gu Meng interviewed a report about the death of an AIDS patient published in the school newspaper.

The two were stimulated, and as soon as they had time, they went out to brush the street and look for news all over the street.

I don't go out in the morning, and I don't come back until in the afternoon.

Seeing that Gu Meng, a busy man, happened to be there, Zhang Jingan took out the press release that had been revised many times and asked Gu Meng for advice.

"Xiao Anzi, I'm busy, can I talk about it tomorrow?" Gu Meng sorted out his wallet and prepared to go out.

Zhang Jing'an didn't follow, and the squad leader forgot about it as soon as he got busy, and who knows when he will be free if he misses this stubble.

"Squad leader, just take a look, you are the head of the regiment, the level is high, just take a look. ”

Hearing him slap the sycophants so loudly, Gu Meng didn't like to chill people's enthusiasm, so he took it and glanced at it.

Main Title: Keeping People Under the Knife!!

Four words, three exclamation points, too empty, people look confused, readers will think that this is a righteous and courageous news.

Look at the subtitle again: The green belt on People's Street was brutally beheaded!

This title is really terrifying, and it can scare people out of a cold sweat when you watch it at night.

Gu Meng couldn't help but laugh, and said lightly: "It's not okay to be mysterious!"

"Why? I think it's good?"

Zhang Jing'an was a little dissatisfied, this title was thought up by him in a flash of inspiration, a proud work, and it was criticized for being useless, where was he convinced?

"Mr. Wang said that the news headline must be eye-catching and eye-catching, and my headline is very consistent!"

Gu Meng shook his head, "No matter how brilliant your title is, even if you write a famous sentence through the ages, it's useless, your ass is crooked, and the angle of material selection is wrong."

Regular pruning of green belts is a policy of the city's environmental protection department to enhance the city's image.

What do you mean by writing this news? Playing against the environmental protection department? If this kind of news is reported, won't it cause chaos for the environmental protection department?"

Zhang Jing'an's little classmate knew that he was wrong, and he was a little sullen.

Gu Meng smiled: "The title is still very good, quite innovative, which shows that you are still very talented." ”

It is very in line with the standards of the UC editorial department, and his words are not shocking and endless, this kid can engage in online news in the future.

"Squad leader, you don't have to coax me, I know I write badly. ”

"No, no, it's not that bad, the main thing is that your position is wrong, and it's okay to change it a little. ”

"Oh?"

Zhang Jing'an came to the spirit.

"A few days ago, I passed by Jingyuan and saw that some chrysanthemums in the flower garden were picked and thrown on the ground arbitrarily. ”

"The main title, just write 'Mercy', and the subtitle write, 'Jingyuan chrysanthemums are afraid of being wiped out', haha, I'll say it casually, you can consider it yourself. ”

"High!

Zhang Jingan gave a thumbs up with admiration.

Gu Meng waved his hand, "Don't always make me flutter every day, in fact, I am just like you, a mortal." ”

"Cut! squad leader, you're good at everything, but you're too thick-skinned. ”

"Haha, this sycophant is very level, I am very relieved!"

Gu Meng smiled, "Lao Liu, I still have some time, let's show you, don't be surprised if you say something wrong, haha, I don't have any skills, but I am a good teacher." ”

Liu Fucai was also going to take it out for him to see, but he was probably worried about being criticized, so he put it away again.

"My writing is not good, so I won't delay your time!" Liu Fucai hesitated.

"It's okay, a few minutes will be out of the way. ”

"I'm sorry for you. ”

"No trouble!"

Gu Meng took it and looked at it again, it was decent, there was nothing wrong with it and there were no bright spots, it was not bad for a beginner.

"Lao Liu, I'll just say a few words, don't be surprised if you're wrong. ”

"Gu Meng, just say it!"

This guy is holding a notebook and preparing to take notes, and it is quite formal.

"Lao Liu, your title is a bit bland, 'There are many dry and fallen leaves in autumn, and the sanitation workers are busy cleaning', readers don't want to read the following content after reading the title, at this point, you and Xiao Anzi are two extremes. ”

"Haha!"

Zhang Jing'an Tian laughed shamelessly.

Liu Fucai nodded seriously, "Gu Meng, you go on!"

"If you want to write a report about the hardships of sanitation workers, you can get up early, work and live with sanitation workers for two days, observe their work from the perspective of bystanders, and find shining points from small things, such as the living conditions and physical conditions of sanitation workers.

In addition, if you want to write about cleaning the fallen leaves in autumn, you can suggest to the environmental protection department to plant some tree species with few fallen leaves, or pay attention to how they deal with those fallen leaves, whether they are piled up and rotted, or concentrated burning, you can go to Qinghua University to interview their professor of environmental engineering and make more scientific suggestions..."

"Good!"

After talking for a while, and delaying for more than ten minutes, Gu Meng hurriedly went out.

Unfortunately, downstairs I met Wang Heng, who returned from playing basketball.

"Gu Meng, the coach said that if you don't train again, the consequences will be very serious. ”

"Expulsion?"

Gu Meng said happily.

"You think beautifully, Coach Zhang said, if you don't come again next weekend, he will come to the door in person to see how big your shelf is. ”

"Hey~, why am I so good? It's so nerve-wracking! Forget it, I'm in a hurry. ”

Wang Heng looked at his back and shouted, "Where are you going, will you come back at night?"

"Probably not!"

"! you haven't been back for three nights this week, take care of your body. ”

"Don't worry, I'm a blacksmith. ”

"Blacksmith fart!"

Wang Heng shook his head, except for seeing him hit iron a few times on the court, he really hadn't seen him hit iron at other times.

Is it striking iron at night?

Hey, I'm going to find someone to strike the iron, or the hammer will rust.