The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

It is true that Gu Weimian's body has not fully recovered. Several people around her are keenly aware that Gu Weimian's speaking speed is not as fast as before. As the sentences become longer, the problem of lack of breath is also exposed.

Naturally, these reporters won't feel bad, they will feel bad.

Is it over yet?

Wu Dongli rarely showed mercy and explained: "Other reporters are either here to care about Weiwei's health, or they are here to care about Weiwei's family affairs. Although some of them involve privacy, this is the job of reporters after all. , we can all understand.”

Although the other reporters didn't understand the meaning of Gu Weimian's words just now, they were still very comfortable hearing the unmotivated praise.

Wu Dongli looked at the happy expressions on the faces of these reporters, smiled slightly and said, "But reporter Wang, you are different. You seem to know our team very well, or you have revealed information about us in the newspaper." There are some false information about the competition mixed with real news, or they are trying their best to suppress our competition team in the newspapers. Today is better, they directly asked about the competition personnel and competition arrangements in front of us, you know this Clearly, who are you going to provide this information to? Are you so impatient to let the other party know who you are and how you can win every battle?”

Reporter Wang felt that his mind was a little lost, but a petite woman from another newspaper beside him suddenly realized: "This Reporter Wang can't be..."

She didn't dare to say anything further.

However, many of the journalists also came to their senses, immediately moved away from Reporter Wang, and all took a step back.

Wang Zhizhong felt guilty and nervous. His mind kept spinning some of the exaggerated details he had concocted in reports about the competition and Gu Weimian, wondering if there was anything wrong with it. This little girl caught him.

Before he could turn the corner, the cameraman behind him suddenly took a step back.

Wang Zhizhong didn't expect that one of his own would treat him like this. He turned around and looked at his partner with a frown, "What are you doing?"

The cameraman finally came to his senses and looked at the crowd scattered around him after he took a step back, with a grimace on his face.

That's right, there was no way he could break away from Wang Zhizhong.

He anxiously walked to Wang Zhizhong and whispered to Wang Zhizhong in a low voice: "Are you a spy?"

"Spy?!" Wang Zhizhong's sharp voice almost broke through the ceiling of the airport.

After shouting, he realized it later and quickly closed his mouth.

But beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling from his forehead, and his back was soaked in the blink of an eye.

He took a deep look at Gu Weimian, spy? Gu Weimian actually hinted that he was a spy who came to gather information? Who would believe this nonsense?

Although he thought so in his heart, when he recalled what he did to the Chinese competition team, every action was really like... bah bah bah! What a fart!

As a local reporter in Yanjing, I have seen more things than many reporters from small places. This kind of profession actually exists and has not disappeared until now.

It is because of this that the problem becomes more serious.

This is not a kid's joke, this is a life-threatening identification!

A terrible thought kept popping up in his mind, and he tried desperately to push it back, but it didn't seem to be working.