Qin Ge had only been out of the door for a few steps when he saw Teacher Xiong coming over.

Teacher Xiong said, "Qin Ge, come down with me." ”

Qin Ge was curious and asked, "Teacher Xiong, aren't those reporters in the office?" ”

Teacher Xiong said while going down the stairs: "It's changed to a live broadcast, and the children's channel attaches great importance to this interview and directly arranges a live broadcast." ”

Let's broadcast live, Qin Ge doesn't think there's anything.

When Teacher Xiong walked down with Qin Ge, a business vehicle with the words Jinling Children's Channel stopped in front of the teaching building.

Four or five staff members had already set up their machines, and there was a beautiful woman in a small suit, short hair and thin legs, holding a microphone in her hand, talking to the principal.

Teacher Xiong walked up with Qin Ge and said, "This is Qin Ge's classmate from our school. ”

Then he introduced the beauty to Qin Ge: "This is Bai Libai reporter." ”

Qin Ge walked up, stretched out his right hand, with a faint smile on his face, and said, "Hello, Reporter Bai." ”

Bai Li was stunned, and the principal and several teachers standing next to her were also stunned.

Bai Li probably didn't expect this fourteen-year-old boy to shake hands with her, but she was a reporter after all, so she quickly reacted and stretched out her hand to shake Qin Ge.

Unlike Bai Li's imagination, Qin Ge's handshake was moderate, and he only held a small half of her palm, Bai Li knew that this was a sign of respect for herself.

Bai Li looked at Qin Ge in surprise, when Qin Ge shook hands, his palms were very stable and did not tremble, indicating that he was not nervous at all, and a fourteen-year-old boy did not have a little nervousness when he was interviewed on TV, which really surprised Bai Li.

"Principal Wu, can you start?" Bai Li looked at Principal Wu and asked.

Principal Wu looked at Xiong De again, and Xiong De asked softly, "Qin Ge, are you ready?" ”

Qin Ge snorted and said, "Ready." ”

With a professional smile on her face, Bai Li made an OK gesture to the camera next to her.

Xiong De and Principal Wu both retreated, and there were only Qin Ge and Bai Li in the camera.

Bai Li began to introduce herself and some opening remarks, and then introduced Qin Ge on the side.

After the introduction, Bai Li began to ask: "Classmate Qin Ge, recently a poem you wrote "The Wanderer's Yin" has become popular, and many education experts have read this poem, and many people are a little skeptical about this poem, because this poem is not bad at all compared to other ancient poems that have been handed down. I wonder, under what circumstances did you write this poem? ”

Bai Li's question was simple, and it simply encapsulated: Some people suspect that you did not write this poem, after all, you are only fourteen years old.

And hearing Bai Li ask this, Principal Wu on the side, his face suddenly darkened.

This is different from the original script, Principal Wu stared at Bai Li with unkind eyes, but Bai Li didn't look at him at all.

If it weren't for the live broadcast, President Wu would definitely interrupt the interview immediately.

After listening to Bai Li's question, the expression on Qin Ge's face did not change, but he was a little unhappy in his heart, these questions were not at all the same as the questions on the question and answer card that Teacher Xiong gave him before.

Qin Ge could actually guess that this Bai Li probably wanted to make her small news a big news.

"Genius Students Write Ancient Poems" and "Junior High School Teenagers Want to Plagiarize Ancient Poems and Become Famous!" 》

Which of these two titles is more appealing? Fools can tell.

Qin Ge took a breath, if he changed to someone else, he would probably be caught by Bai Li's first question. However, Bai Li is afraid that she will be disappointed this time, because the fifteen-year-old boy he interviewed has a mature soul in his twenties hidden in his body.

Qin Ge smiled and said: "Reporter Bai, you should also understand that this poem is an essay I wrote on a Chinese test paper. ”

Bai Li nodded and said, "So, how did you write such a poem?" As we all know, if you don't have a very deep ancient literary heritage, let alone write an ancient poem, it is not easy to understand an ancient poem. ”

Qin Ge said: "Well, I agree with Reporter Bai's point of view, indeed, as you said, without ancient literary heritage, you can't write ancient poems." And I usually love ancient poetry very much, and I usually write some poems, but most of them are just written and played by myself, and in the last exam, I saw the essay topic, which is maternal love! ”

Qin Ge's eyes changed, as if he was recalling, and said: "I live in a very ordinary family, my parents are ordinary people, I have a cousin, he went to college after the college entrance examination that year, the university is far away, and it takes more than five hours to take the train. At that time, my aunt would visit him every month, bring him food, bring him clothes. I was touched when I thought of my aunt who worked tirelessly for more than five hours on the train just to see my cousin, and I also thought that I would be admitted to university like my cousin in the future. College may be far away, and my mom will definitely worry about me. ”

As he spoke, Qin Ge had tears in his eyes, and he had to say that if this product went to act and won a best costume award, it would definitely be appropriate.

"When I thought about what might have happened, it was like there were countless flashes of inspiration in my mind to write such an ancient poem." Qin Ge touched his tears and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it." ”

Bai Li looked a little dazed, if it weren't for his duties, he really wanted to cut open the head of this fifteen-year-old boy, and then see what was in his head.

That's too much to say, isn't it?

Originally, Bai Li thought that this Qin Ge would definitely be at a loss under his own question, and then he would be guided step by step to tell the truth.

But after looking at Qin Ge's old and sophisticated appearance, Bai Li knew that the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him had a keen observation and adaptability that was not weaker than him.

Bai Li was unwilling, she simply asked directly: "Classmate Qin Ge, there is such a voice on the Internet, they doubt the authenticity of this poem, they suspect that this poem is not something that a fifteen-year-old boy can write." ”

Qin Ge secretly sneered in his heart, he knew that this white reporter didn't have a good heart from the beginning.

After the words of the white reporter came out, the faces of the teachers on the side suddenly darkened.

Qin Ge took a breath, deliberately showed a very angry expression on his face, and said, "Reporter Bai, what do you mean by this?" If I hadn't written this poem, who else could have written it? You are a journalist, I hope you can be responsible for your words and deeds, and also responsible for the Jinling Children's Channel. ”