Chapter Ninety-Three: The Newspaper Plan for the Commentary
"Wait, Xi Kewen, are you talking about interpreting the so-called truth in the message in your own way? Or is it about reconstructing the truth in a way that people can understand? I was a little confused. Jonny was visibly subjective.
"It's both." The narrator doesn't seem to intend to hide his true thoughts.
"I think it's important to get the message across, and it should be an art, not just a straight way to be indoctrinated." He shrugged.
"I don't agree with you, Mr. Xi, people have the right to judge things according to their own thinking, regardless of whether their own understanding of the information is correct or not, this is the meaning of distinguishing the existence of individuals, isn't it?" Jonny commented.
"I reserve my opinion and respect this, Joni, but diversity produces chaos, and disorganized ideas are the biggest obstacle to human progress, and the classification system of the Alliance does not fully explain this? It turns out that decades ago, the Development Council had recognized the uncontrollable factors that inevitably spawned from the definition of 'natural theocracy', and the people needed and wanted to be led, and Angel City obviously had the best guys in all of humanity, and they felt that this was the only way out, and I was in line with their thinking. Xi Kewen's attitude was distinct, and Jonny looked at his face and shook his head, not wanting to say anything to him anymore.
"Anyway, I mean to say, I need your help, Joni-san, I've studied it carefully, and I'm so fascinated by this prehistoric cultural device that you ......"
"An honor student with an A in Tang Song Lou, has good athletic talent, and may become a hot figure in Newton High School in the future. You will definitely be the thickest chapter in our history, I can hear the horn of victory, and believe me, this is a golden opportunity. ”
"How do you know my score?" Jonny stared tepidly at him.
"By the normal way! Don't think about crooked, Jony-san. "The narrator looked a little cramped.
In order to match the interests and improve the success rate of recruitment, the Education Committee opens up a certain authority to the club initiators in the first ten of each month to facilitate the search for target candidates, of course...... Under certain conditions, such as 'unintentionally' obtaining a 'teacher' qualification, the student's academic performance is no longer a secret, is it? Xi Kewen squeezed out a smile.
"You're saying you have a 'teacher' qualification?" Jonny didn't believe it.
"Well, if you are a fake third-level teaching assistant, the most unnoticeable title." He folded his arms and nodded, looking old and serious.
"Was this an accidental error at the student registration office?" Jonny asked.
Xi Kewen shook his head and said with a grin: "There is no accident, Mr. Johnny." ”
"Do you still think you're living in an age of randomness? You must know that those mysteries and speculations are a thing of the past! For example, an inconspicuous but helpful title may cost three Newton burgers and a large glass of juice, while the subsequent hidden sweeping service with no traceability can only be achieved by two cups of expensive milk frog yogurt. Another example is that I can clearly foresee that in the future great Newton school newspaper, Jonny. Kent has a popular column...... "The narrator confidently describes it to his peers."
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In the valley of the gorge, leaning back on the sofa in the living room and closing his eyes slightly, the tip of his nose wafting the familiar sweet fragrance that soothed his heartstrings, melodious nocturnes echoed in the room, and Joni enjoyed the feeling of home that he had gradually become accustomed to.
It's been nearly two weeks since he joined the team, and the constant strength training every day has made him a little tired, and the swelling pain has gradually subsided, but his arm is still a little sore.
Joanna was busy cooking in the kitchen, and on weekends, dinner at home was always a little richer than usual.
Outside the living room, the mother's slight humming to the tune of the nocturne and the sound of the kitchen machine chopping vegetables can be faintly heard, and it looks like it will be another night full of feasts.
Thinking of this, Jonny couldn't help but sigh in his heart, although the efficient housekeeping processor retains the vast majority of recyclable materials and sends them to the centralized treatment site through a special pipeline for professional recycling. But Jonny still felt distressed about the whole plate of exquisite food that he couldn't eat, and at this time, Joanna always teased him with the 'God Purifier' at home.
The holographic screen suddenly turned on in front of Jonny's eyes, and the news roundup he had booked was broadcast just in time, and Jonny turned up the volume of the TV in the hall slightly, and kept switching between the summary program menu while waiting for dinner.
He was flipping through the galaxy news category. As before, the conflict on the border in Badr that he had hoped to know about was not a word, and there was not even a word about the border in the news of hundreds of media outlets.
Why didn't the facts, which had been confirmed by the officials of the Bureau of Unknown Investigations, appear in any of the media? In this era when information can easily spread to any corner of the galaxy, can it still achieve absolute control of sensitive news? And what is the purpose of such regulation?
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There is a call prompt at the top of the holographic screen, which makes Jonny angry.
Since exchanging call numbers with Xi Kewen, as soon as he got home, he immediately received a call from the other party, and the narrator didn't drag on the phone, for a mutual goodnight for less than two hours, Jonny said that he wanted to "think about it", he actually came up and asked, "Have you thought about it?" ”
After being politely rejected again, a quarter of an hour later, he actually had the face to hit him again, this time asking, "Can there be a result tonight?" ”
After the phone was hung up, the narrator called for a third time.
"Your family has a bad signal." As soon as he came up, he complained hard.
Even Joanna, who blamed Johnny for hanging up on her classmates' phones, laughed out loud after hearing what happened, and was very interested in the concept of newspapers that Xi Kewen said.
"Maybe he should have a parent column, maybe I'll submit it." Mother said, telling Jonny to tell the future newspaper tycoon on his behalf.
So when Jonny saw the incoming call and answered the phone and just wanted to lose his temper, the middle-aged man on the holographic screen who applied for solemnity made him shut up all of a sudden.
"It's you." Jonny looked at the middle-aged man on the screen
"It's me." The other looked at him with blazing eyes, so Jonny staggered his gaze from him.
"I'll go find my mother to pick it up, you wait a while." He said.