Very Happy

It was almost noon before Li Zhao and Yan Ting came downstairs.

Li Zhao lay on the sofa, humming and didn't want to eat, and finally didn't know what Yan Ting said in his ear. Li Zhao reached out and poked at Yan Ting's waist, and sat down at the dining table.

Looking at this scene, the aunt chef asked the housekeeper, "I don't like the food I cook today?"

Even if she boiled a bowl of porridge before, Mr. Li could eat half a pot. Why don't you want to eat today?

"Cough, cough." The housekeeper coughed a few times. "Mr. Li is playing with Mr. Li, and they'll eat after a while."

"Let's just say, Mr. Li has always been a good boy. Unlike Mr. Li, Mr. Li has to coax."

The housekeeper silently looked at the aunt in the kitchen. You are afraid that you may forget it. The salary is collected from the husband.

It's no wonder that housekeepers are biased towards Li Zhao. Li Zhao not only has a face that pleases his elders, but also has a very pleasant personality. Since he moved in, the whole yard has been alive.

What everyone is most afraid of now is that Mr. Li has been away from home for too long, and since Mr. Li has been away for a long time, he does not like to talk, and the whole house will become lifeless.

Now, the final exam is over. It is winter vacation. With Mr. Li's company, he can be happy again.

After lunch, Li Zhao slept for a while and Yan Ting sent him to school.

The aunt in the kitchen packed Li Zhao with an oversized insulated bucket and prepared it for a long time. When Li Zhao led her, she suspected that the bucket had more than a dozen pounds.

There was snow on the road, and the driver deliberately drove a non-slip car from the garage.

"A few days after the exam, I'll ask the driver to bring you food?"

"No, I'll just eat with my classmates." Li Zhao lay on Yan Ting's thigh, and said lazily, "Let's go to the study room to review at night."

"Your body ..."

"Change the subject."

"Okay." Yan Ting pressed Li Zhao on his waist. "I'll pick you up when your final exam is over?"

Li Zhao did not refuse.

Before getting out of the car, Yan Ting put on her scarf and hat for Li Zhao: "It's cold outside and there is still snow on the ground. Be careful not to fall."

Li Zhao took off his mask and slap on Yan Ting's face: "Wait for me to come back."

Opening the door, a cold wind blew in. Li Zhao was afraid of freezing Yan Ting, and quickly closed the door. She shook her hand at Yan Ting outside the window and turned to run towards the dormitory building.

Yan Ting watched him swing around in the snow like a duckling and opened a slit in the window to reveal a pair of gentle eyes.

Li Zhao ran downstairs to the dormitory, and saw two people shivering with frost beside the flower bed next to him. One of them saw him running over and excitedly wanted to stand up, but the whole person fell into the snow .

Li Zhao recognized them as reporters, hesitated a moment, sighed, or went forward to help another reporter and helped the fallen reporter.

The two reporters looked very young, and their eyes and brows were still green.

"Thank you." The lifted reporter was covered in snow. He couldn't care about the snowflakes on his body and hurriedly said, "Li Zhao, how can you accept an interview with us?"

"Why are you standing here in such a cold day?" Li Zhao saw the two men frosting, and wondered how long they had waited here. "How long have you waited?"

"I started waiting this morning." The two smirked.

"You haven't thought about it, what if I don't come to the school today and wait for the entrance exam tomorrow?"

"Always try your luck." The two reporters continued to laugh.

Li Zhao glanced around and pointed to a place that could cover the snow. "Wait there for a while, and I put the insulation bucket down."

The two reporters quickly nodded and waited for Li Zhao to go upstairs, and excitedly called the editor, saying that they not only squatted to Li Zhao, but also agreed to be interviewed by them.

"Then start recording now and record a period of his life in school." The editor was overjoyed.

"Yeah, but he's back to the dormitory now, and he said he'll just put it down."

The editor was anxious: "Do you still believe in this kind of words? People will play with you two. If you do n’t believe you, just wait downstairs, and see if Li Zhao will come down and play with you!"

The two reporters are new intern trainees. They didn't even know that there are so many deceitful routines among artists. Listening to the director's roar, they are both grieved and sad.

Li Zhao really lied to them?

Is it really an excuse just to get away?

Wait, wait, five minutes passed, and they were a little panicked.

Ten minutes have passed, and they are desperate, and some even want to cry. Just when they gave up hope, Li Zhao ran out of the gate of the dormitory building.

"Sorry, I have kept you waiting for a long time." Li Zhao ran to the two of them. "The person in the dormitory asked me a question and it was delayed for a few minutes."

At the moment Li Zhao appeared, the two interns almost cried. This despair saw the feeling of hope and saved their hope.

"There is a cafe in the school, but we go to interviews, it will affect other students." Li Zhao wrapped his scarf tightly and drew his hand into the jacket pocket of the down jacket. There are boxes over there. "

The reporter froze with snot bubbles coming out, and they nodded again and again, as long as Li Zhao was willing to be interviewed by them, even in the open air.

"Mr. Li Zhao, we want to make a video of you walking from school to campus. May I ask?"

"You are casual, but today the road is slippery. Be careful not to wrestle, but please try not to let other students in the mirror. If you have, please also->>

You blur their faces later. "

"Okay, okay, no problem." The reporter put the camcorder on his shoulder.

The snow was thick on the road. Li Zhao was walking in front of him, and his pace was not fast. Occasionally he would introduce the school building to reporters.

Along the way, classmates greeted Li Zhao from time to time.

"Li Xiaozhao, do you want to go to the study room at night and take a seat for you?"

"I'm with the buddies in the dormitory at night." Li Zhao took off his mask. "It's so cold, you go back early."

"Success." The classmate asked, "Did you bring another delicious food, I'll go and eat in your dormitory."

"Then you have to hurry up, or it will be gone." As soon as Li Zhao's words fell, I saw that my classmate was still slow to swallow, and he ran away.

The previous classmate did not take two steps to greet Li Zhao.

Some borrowed notes from Li Zhao, some told him to have a dinner together, and others took a bag of snacks. The attitude of these students is casual. Li Zhao is a buddy, not a star in their eyes.

"Zhaozhao, your popularity at school seems to be good?"

"It's okay," Li Zhao explained, "mainly everyone has a good personality and takes care of me."

The reporter saw that Li Zhao opened up the snacks given by his classmates and began to eat. He couldn't help but ask again: "I usually stay with my classmates. Is it too bad to eat?"

"The food in the school cafeteria is very good. I don't usually eat badly." Li Zhao laughed. "In the previous interview, I said that I like to eat chicken drumsticks, and I ate with my classmates. They would love to give me food when they didn't agree Chicken legs. "

"Do you often eat in the cafeteria with your classmates?"

"Why don't you eat in the cafeteria?" Li Zhao threw the snack garbage bag into the trash can. "I usually have a lot of schoolwork, and going to the cafeteria can save a lot of time ..."

"Li Zhao."

The reporter heard someone calling Li Zhao, turned his head and saw a man in his fifties or sixties standing under the library building. He wore glasses and his hair was well-groomed, looking very gentle.

"Professor." Li Zhao ran to the man and asked with a smile, "You call me?"

"It's so snowy, where are you going?" The professor reached out and patted the snow on Li Zhao's shoulder, glanced at the reporter who was shooting behind Li Zhao, and nodded to them.

The two reporters smiled in a sincere and horrible way. Li Zhao called this man a professor, is it Professor Jingda?

"Two reporter friends conducted an interview with me, and I took them outside to find a quiet place." Li Zhao stomped, and his toes were a bit cold.

"Why go so far, don't you review?" The professor frowned. "So, you take them to my office."

"Hey, hey." Li Zhao didn't reject the professor's kindness. "Thank you, Professor. I will take your course when I am a sophomore."

"Come on, wait until you grab my class." The professor also took a photo of the snow on Li Zhao's other shoulder.

"Then you open a back door for me." Li Zhao doggedly helped the professor hold the book. "Fight for me to be your proud student."

"No." The professor was ruthless.

"why?"

"Because the camera was shooting, I promised you, and I left the evidence." The professor took Li Zhao to the office. He is a funny man, very popular in the school, and students grabbed his class in the middle of the night. Are in front of the computer.

The two reporters did not expect that Professor Jingda actually took them to the office and poured them two glasses of water.

"Reporter friend, if you have any questions, don't take the child into the ditch." The professor put a mug in Li Zhao's hands. "After the interview, go back and read."

"Okay." Li Zhao held the cup with a big smile and dragged down his down jacket, scarf, hat, and mask.

This professor is not Li Zhao's teacher. They met each other while running in the morning. Because both of them have the habit of running in the morning, Li Zhao became a runner with the professor when he was in school, and he became familiar with it after one or two.

The professor's wife is a dramatist and is very famous in the opera world. Sometimes, she would come to practice on the playground. Every time she saw Li Zhao, she would lament a pity, saying that if he had studied opera from an early age, he might already have a small reputation in the opera world.

"Professor?" Li Zhao found that the professor was staring at his neck, thinking he had exposed his warm clothes, and quickly pulled the sweater collar.

The professor smiled: "It's good to know to read and review."

He went to the small lounge next to him and closed the door for Li Zhao intimately.

After the interview officially started, the two intern reporters first asked two well-formed questions. As the topic deepened, their questions gradually began to gossip.

"Many friends online are very curious about your demolition local tyrant friend. Would you like to talk to us about him?"

Li Zhao silently glanced at the reporter. Is the netizen curious about the local tyrant friend, or is he curious about his cp story with the demolition of the local tyrant?

The reporter guilty avoided Li Zhao's sight.

With a chuckle, Li Zhao said, "He is an outsider, I don't want to introduce too much, and bring trouble to his life. But he is a very nice and lovely person."

The reporter blinked and this was gone?

Li Zhao motioned them to ask the next question.

"And netizens are curious about your friendship with the boss of Canghuan Headquarters. Are you really friends with him like online rumors?"

Li Zhao glanced at the reporter again.

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