"I go to bomb the school, and I'm not late every day. Little Bird said, early in the morning, why are you carrying a bag of explosives...... "Mo Xiaofeng carried a schoolbag that was so light that it was about to leave the surface of the earth, humming a tune-out melody, and while walking, he moved his body completely rhythmically, which at first glance looked like a disco with a very 80s atmosphere. In fact, this is just one step or two steps like minions, like the steps of the devil.

Although the college entrance examination is over, Mo Xiaofeng still has to go back to school today, because the school will hold a special broadcast meeting on the introduction of the major, and then focus on recommending relevant books, and a full set of free shipping.

"It's a money-making event, and I'm going to play games. Although it was also a money-making activity. Mo Xiaofeng snorted, getting up early in the morning has become extremely difficult for him who has gone crazy after the college entrance examination, "I'm so sleepy." ”

In fact, it doesn't matter if Mo Xiaofeng comes here today or not, because he didn't take the college entrance examination at all - he missed the exam.

The reason is that Mo Xiaofeng suffers from a very strange dysgraphia and cannot express his correct meaning by writing or typing. Mo Xiaofeng went to many hospitals and saw a lot of doctors, and even almost went to the "Approaching Science" column, just because the column was going to investigate the incident of the old man touching the wire and not being electrocuted. The medicine did not stop, and the illness did not give up, but it was not resolved. It's a pity that the small advertisements on the street only treat certain diseases, and there are no folk masters like Mo Xiaofeng, otherwise Mo Xiaofeng will definitely cure the disease.

Mo Xiaofeng originally wanted to apply to the relevant departments for whether he could record and answer questions during the college entrance examination, but when he tried it, he found that his poor grades had nothing to do with dysgraphia. Because the results of the recording test are still as bad as the original. Therefore, Mo Xiaofeng simply gave up the college entrance examination.

And Mo Xiaofeng came today just to meet someone, a girl he fell in love with in his third year of high school, and then confessed to her face-to-face. He himself is a person who is not good at expressing his inner feelings, but because of dysgraphia, he can only come in person.

"Wait a minute, please wait a minute......"

Hearing the sound from behind, Mo Xiaofeng, who was walking on the road, stopped, turned around, and saw two people rushing towards him with cameras and microphones respectively. Mo Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly: "Here we go again." Being a student is difficult; Being a senior in high school, it's even harder; It's really hard to be a famous senior in high school. ”

Mo Xiaofeng, known as "Brother Tianshu" on the Internet, is a person from GD Meizhou, seventeen years old, a good little movie, and all kinds of numbers are commonly used, and he became popular on the Internet because his classmates uploaded one of his essays. His classmates attached the text "If anyone can read it, I will eat it live", which sparked heated discussions among netizens. After a few days, no one was able to crack it. Angry netizens decisively fleshed out Mo Xiaofeng's identity information and his other works, but they still couldn't understand it, helplessly, Zhihu and the gods of Guohu.com gave Mo Xiaofeng a nickname: Brother Tianshu.

As a result, the legend of Mo Xiaofeng began to circulate on the rivers and lakes, saying that he was the contemporary Nostradamus, and the "Book of Heaven" he wrote contained information about the future. Especially when someone claimed that one of Mo Xiaofeng's articles predicted the "Oriental Star" shipwreck, this statement began to be reported in the mainstream media even one after another. As a result, various media began to come to the door.

"Hello, I'm a reporter for the entertainment section of 8023 Daily. Excuse me, Brother Tianshu, no, classmate Mo Xiaofeng, what do you think of your relationship with Li Chen and Fan Bingbing finally came to light in the continuous attention of netizens. The beautiful reporter straightened her messy hair.

"8023 Daily, aren't you a local BJ newspaper? How did you come to our small mountain town of GD? Mo Xiaofeng asked.

"yes, it's all for interviewing you." The beautiful reporter replied.

"It's the road, do you want to invite you to eat spicy strips." Mo Xiaofeng nodded, wanting to pat the beautiful reporter's shoulder, but his hand was too short, and he patted it empty. At this time, Mo Xiaofeng felt that the distance was so close that it was within reach, and it was so far that it was insurmountable.

"No, it's not hard." The beautiful reporter took a step back, and in an instant the distance became even more distant.

Mo Xiaofeng coughed dryly, hiding the embarrassment in his heart, and asked with concern, "How long have you been here?" Is there any reimbursement for travel expenses? How many people are in the family? How is the measurements? ”

The beautiful reporter felt very moved, and said that it was not easy to interview celebrities, but how approachable the person in front of her was. Approachable in speech, approachable in attitude, is how you look, and so approachable. On top of that, I also invite someone to eat spicy strips.

"I just arrived, the editor-in-chief of the road fee is in charge, there are five people in the family, and the measurements are ......" Suddenly, the beautiful reporter felt that something was wrong.

Didn't I interview you? How did you get it? And the topic is still so obscene......

"You haven't answered my question yet." The beautiful reporter said with a straight face and seriously. "......Forehead" Mo Xiaofeng fell into deep thought, trying to get a reasonable way to deal with it from "How I Pretend to Be Forced", "The Self-cultivation of Celebrities" and "On Corrupt Officials, Xiaosan and Reporters" that he watched in the past few days, and by the way, he looked at the bumpy figure of the beautiful reporter, and swallowed his saliva. Finally, after a flash of lightning, he finally thundered, no, thought.

"If you don't forget, there will be an echo." Mo Xiaofeng said slowly in a melodious and tactful tone like Yi Zhongtian.

"So there are 5.8 million girls who are willing to marry Wu Yifan, but there is only one Wu Yifan, what do you want to say to these girls?" The beautiful reporter asked again. "Forehead......" Mo Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, and then still strengthened his determination to pretend to be forced and the state of Yi Zhongtian's upper body, and said, "If you don't forget, there will be an echo." ”

"So what about a mother in India who forced her son to treat his homosexuality?"

"Of course, I still can't forget it......" Mo Xiaofeng was naturally about to continue, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, "I'll go, aren't you a reporter for the entertainment version?" ”

"Help a colleague in the social version ask." The beautiful reporter's face did not change, and she said seriously.

At this time, Mo Xiaofeng's heart had a million grass and mud horses galloping by. In the face of India's Ah San's drama of adding a base, Mo Xiaofeng, a young pioneer who is the successor of socialism (who did not join the group because of his long-term penultimate grades), can only evaluate four words: Give me seeds.

But in the face of the camera lens and the gaze of the beautiful reporter, it is impossible for Mo Xiaofeng to expose his true thoughts in his heart, he wants to show his chastity as a noble person, a pure person, a moral person, a person who has detached himself from low-level interests, and a person who is beneficial to the people.

Mo Xiaofeng coughed dryly, remained silent, and looked into the distance, but the corner of his eye still peeked at the graceful curves of the beautiful reporter, took out the final hole card he had used in countless interviews, and said slowly, "Buddha said: Don't say." ”

The sun emerged from the clouds, and the light condensed behind Mo Xiaofeng, and in the eyes of the beautiful reporter, Mo Xiaofeng's height of less than 1.7 meters seemed to have become tall all of a sudden. The surrounding scenery began to blur, and his gaze was full of Buddhist tolerance, Taoist indifference, and Confucianism's positive attitude to enter the world, and the bright sunshine illuminated the world.

The beautiful reporter took out a pair of glasses from her bag and put them on, and then everything disappeared hazely, and what caught her eye was a rub of nose hair that appeared in Mo Xiaofeng's nostrils when he looked at everything, and she couldn't help but say to herself: "It's not good to do without glasses." ”

As a professional reporter with professional qualities, the beautiful reporter also felt that this undisciplined interview topic could not continue, and secretly hated herself for not agreeing to the request of the handsome male editor of the social version. The beautiful reporter smiled and continued: "Presumably Brother Tianshu, no, classmate Mo Xiaofeng was quite touched by this, and then he couldn't help himself to speak, he must have experienced it personally." ”

You're the only one who knows it!

Without waiting for Mo Xiaofeng to be angry, the beautiful reporter asked another question: "Here is a question from an enthusiastic newspaper friend of our newspaper. Ask which Bingbing you like the most and give why. ”

What, enthusiastic gunslinger? What the hell is this?

Although Mo Xiaofeng was skeptical, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this question. After so many undisciplined interviews, I finally came across a simple question that I didn't need to pretend to be forced to answer according to my heart.

"This answer is the only one and certain, that is, Want Want crushed Bingbing." Mo Xiaofeng replied, "As for the reason, is it delicious enough?" "

Although it is not autumn yet, the beautiful reporter and the camera brother who have been silent all the time feel the autumn wind blowing, the crows flying, the wind blowing the wheat waves, and it is the harvest season again......