The sky was bright, and Masaki woke up from his sleep and looked at the time, it was already past seven o'clock. Masaki rubbed his face, and he didn't get out of bed in a hurry, bored thinking about how to deal with this morning's press conference, and fell asleep as soon as he came back last night, and he didn't think about the draft at all, and he really didn't know the bottom of this morning's press conference.

A knock on the door interrupted Masaki's thinking, and Masaki walked to the door curiously, who would come to his dormitory to find him so early in the morning.

Masaki opens the door, only to find that it is Na-young.

Na Ying held a lunch box in her hand, looked at the sleepy-eyed Zheng Ji with a smile, and squeezed into the room on her own initiative, Zheng Ji rubbed her nose helplessly at the door, closed the door, and looked back to see that Na Ying had already sat down on the sofa.

Without waiting for Masaki to speak, Na Ying said: "I didn't expect you to be pretty good here, not as sloppy as I imagined, yo, I just got up, the quilt hasn't been folded yet, am I disturbing your sleep?"

"Miss, what is the matter with you coming to me this morning?" asked Masaki straight to the point.

Na Ying held her hair charmingly and said, "Why? I am not welcome? How many people want me to visit me and I don't go, no, bring you some breakfast, you don't thank me, so sad", Na Ying pretended to cry.

Masaki hurriedly put on a smile and said, "How can it, it's my honor to come to visit such a beautiful lady, and I'm really flattered to bring me such a delicious breakfast." ”

"It's pretty much the same, try my craft, or you'll get cold in a while," Na Young said to Seaki as she lifted the lid.

In the food box, the steaming chicken soup exuded a rich aroma, and there were a few flower rolls on the plate next to it.

Na Ying watched Masaki eat with a smile on her face, and a trace of sweetness spread in her heart.

After a while, Masaki touched his stomach and straightened up, and when he saw Na Ying looking at him, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Sister Na, you really don't have to say anything about your skills, this is the best chicken soup I have ever tasted." ”

Na Ying couldn't help but smile when she heard it: "You can really talk, I don't know if it's sincere, but if you like it, I'll do it for you every day?"

Zhengji hurriedly waved his hand: "How can I always bother you, Sister Na, you are a busy person, I will be satisfied with eating once in a while."

The two giggled for a while, and Masaki went to the bathroom to wash his teeth under the pretext of washing his face and brushing his teeth.

Na Ying sat on the sofa and looked at Masaki's hut, clean and tidy, she saw that Masaki's quilt was still spread on the bed, so she walked over, folded it gently, and the ghost made a god smell it, a faint manly atmosphere, Na Ying blushed, looked at the bathroom Masaki did not find it, so she folded the quilt and made up the bed.

Masaki walked out of the bathroom and looked at the neat bed, where Na-young was sitting next to her and looking at the magazine she bought.

Na Ying saw that Masaki came out, and then remembered the purpose of this visit, it turned out that she knew that Masaki was attending a press conference for the first time, and she was worried that he was inexperienced and would be surrounded by reporters to say something that should not be said, so she took the initiative to come over and discuss with Masaki.

Zhengji also agreed when he heard it, he is indeed inferior to the battle-hardened Na Ying in this regard, one is willing to listen, one is willing to will, and before he knows it, it will be nine o'clock, Zhengji has really gained a lot, it turns out that there are so many twists and turns in the press conference, if it weren't for Sister Na telling herself, maybe she might have said the wrong thing.

The two looked at the time, it was not early, and it was time for Masaki to prepare, so Na Ying said goodbye and left.

Masaki straightened his clothes and walked towards the company conference room in a black suit.

The conference room has long been full of reporters, long guns and short guns are well equipped, every reporter's face is full of excitement, since last night from the Xingyu company to get the news, the major media are crazy, reporters were called to a meeting by the media editor in the middle of the night, late at night to think about the questions to be asked one by one, although tired, but everyone is full of fighting spirit.

Tomorrow's press conference can be said to be the first time that the mysterious singer Masaki has faced the media, and everyone is grinding their fists and preparing to dig up more news, and what awaits Masaki is a variety of questions.

Hu Fang started preparing early in the morning, and when she saw the light in the eyes of the reporters, she was worried about Zhengji.

Soon, there was a commotion in the background, and the reporters poked their heads and craned their necks, hoping that their eyes could penetrate the screen.

Behind the screen, the makeup artist finally gave Zhengji a haircut, Hu Yu gave Zhengji a draft on the side, and after everything was ready, Zhengji walked on stage surrounded by Hu Yu and others.

As soon as he came to the stage, Masaki smiled and stretched out his hand and waved it and said with a smile: "Hello to all the media present, I'm really embarrassed to make you wait so long, it's hard for everyone." "Click" responded to Zhengji's photo shoot, Zhengji remembered Hu Yu's advice, and tried his best to smile at the camera, not to block the flashing lights in front of him.

After a long time, the media reporters calmed down from the commotion, and Masaki sat in his seat and said with a smile: "I know that you must have a lot of questions to ask, and I am happy to answer your questions, and at the same time, due to my personal reasons, I can't meet you at the first time of the album's release, and I sincerely apologize to the media who follow me and the fans who like me, I hope you can forgive me", after speaking, Masaki stood up and bowed deeply.

The audience burst into applause of encouragement, and the reporters' first impression of the legendary political discipline was not bad, and they did not have the arrogance of suddenly becoming famous, and they were also modest, giving themselves a lot of face.

Masaki continued: "So, from now on, if you have anything you want to ask, just raise your hand and say it, and we will answer them one by one, so please try your best to maintain order in the venue." ”

As soon as the words fell, Hei pressed up a hand, Zhengji rubbed the tip of his nose helplessly, this action happened to be captured by reporters, one of the reporters wrote in his notebook "The young genius boy shyly answers the reporter's questions" in preparation for the whole draft after the fact, Zhengji didn't know that one of his inadvertent actions was portrayed as young and shy, and he still asked the reporter to ask questions by name from the front to the back.

"Hello, I'm from Guangming Daily, can you tell us your age? When did you first create a job? Do you have a girlfriend? Who did you study with?"

Masaki thought for a while and said to the female reporter with a smile: "This reporter, can you ask questions slowly? I don't have a very good memory, you are asking so many questions at this time, don't give others a chance."

The other reporters nodded in agreement, and the female reporter's face also turned red, knowing that she was a little out of shape, she just looked at Zhengji directly.

Masaki paused, and said: "You asked so much, I don't know where to start, I'll talk about my previous life, I'm just an ordinary high school student in a high school in a small town, and now I'm in my third year of high school, but I've been very interested in music since I was a child, and after high school, I wrote a few songs without it, and my teacher can be said to be my music teacher, as for my girlfriend, I think it's best to focus on your studies during school." Masaki replied without leakage.

The reporters in the audience are a little itchy, yes, after talking for a long time, there is no substantive revelation at all, out of the city and school where the political discipline is known before everyone else, as for the music teacher, everyone knows at a glance that the political discipline is a random person out of the top cylinder, how can a high school music teacher teach such an outstanding songwriter and singer, as for the girlfriend, he just said that he focuses on his studies, who knows if he has it.

Hu Fang quietly gave a thumbs up to Zhengji in the background, and was also satisfied with Zhengji's wit.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Youth Daily, and I heard that you wrote five songs for Miss Na Ying, all of which are rare good songs, do you have a special relationship with Miss Na Ying?" asked a man who raised his glasses.

This question is a bit ambiguous, as long as Masaki doesn't handle it a little bit, tomorrow he will probably report that he has an improper relationship with Na Ying, Masaki glanced at the reporter and replied unhurriedly: "I'm still in school, I didn't understand anything when I first came to the company, thanks to the help of Na Ying's sister, I slowly adapted to the company, and the song was written for her in order to repay Sister Na for taking care of me."

This sentence is very level, first naming himself as a minor, so that the reporter can't make too much speculation about political discipline in the relationship between men and women, and then explains that it was created to repay Na Ying's care, and the two words sister are also naming their relationship with Na Ying.

The reporter of the Youth Daily sat down a little unwillingly when he saw that he did not set up political discipline.

"Hello, I'm a reporter for a fashion magazine, your songs are very classic, and the style is varied, at your age, how did you create them?" After hearing the question, the reporters present all stared at Masaki and waited for his answer.

Hu Yu looked at Zhengji worriedly, Zhengji gave her a reassuring look, and replied unhurriedly: "You may think that I am a little arrogant when I say the following, the world-famous Moza completed "Apollo and Xia Chindu" at the age of eleven and published two other books at the age of twelve