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Despite his speculation, Coach Zhu still agreed, “They should contact us before coming over. Which TV station is it?”
“South City TV station.”
The man’s voice was low and clear, like the rustling of leaves when the wind blows through the trees.
“Alright, I understand.”
Most people had a good impression of local TV stations, and besides, anyone He Xingwang agreed to would surely be outstanding.
Coach Zhu said, “Okay, I’ll let you know when they arrive.”
He Xingwang hummed in agreement and once again gripped the gun, his movements smooth. Coach Zhu couldn’t help but sigh in admiration more than once.
He had only seen He Xingwang perform this action so beautifully that it was pleasing to the eye. No wonder he had so many fans, even overseas.
The first shot was a 10.6.
Coach Zhu stood there with his hands behind his back, silently applauding.
A few years ago, he had been invited by a friend to the best shooting club in South City and had seen the then-teenage He Xingwang playing around with shooting with his friends.
He watched for a long time, confirming that this was a shooting prodigy. He wanted to ask about his identity, but the club’s privacy was too strict.
Who knew he would run into him after leaving.
Who knew this young man was from the He family, with an excellent background. When he grew up, he would inherit the He Corporation. It was obvious that he wouldn’t give up the good life of a wealthy young man to stay in the shooting range center every day and suffer.
In the end, he still persuaded He Xingwang.
“I really have a discerning eye,” Coach Zhu touched his bald head and happily left the venue, preparing to wait for the reporter.
He wanted to see which reporter could meet God He’s standards.
Just then, Li Huaiming walked over. “Coach, what are you muttering to yourself?”
Coach Zhu straightened his face. “What are you doing if you’re not training? You’re not waiting for a reporter to interview you too, are you?”
“Reporter?” Li Huaiming asked. “What reporter? Who are they interviewing?”
“Definitely not you,” Coach Zhu glared at him. “If you don’t meet your training time today—”
Li Huaiming glanced at where the coach had just come from, suddenly realizing. “It wouldn’t be an interview with God He, would it? He mentioned last time that a reporter from his family was coming.”
Coach Zhu’s heart stirred.
He had just arrived at his office when someone told him, “Coach Zhu, a reporter from South City TV station called. I’ve transferred the call to your office.”
Coach Zhu immediately answered.
“Hello, is this Coach Zhu from the shooting range center?” Zhang Yueran was sitting in the car. “I—”
“A reporter from South City TV station?” Coach Zhu asked.
Zhang Yueran was stunned, not expecting the other party to recognize her. “Yes, I am a reporter from South City TV station, and I would like to interview God He.”
Coach Zhu said, “Okay, just come over.”
It took Zhang Yueran a while to react. “...Just go over?”
Hearing how slow this girl’s reaction was, Coach Zhu became even more curious and said, “Yes, just come over.”
After hanging up, Zhang Yueran was still a bit incredulous.
“What? Did they say we could do the interview over there?” The photographer hadn’t heard the content and asked curiously, “They told us to go straight over?”
“Yeah.”
Zhang Yueran recalled, “He even knew I was from South City TV station. I didn’t contact him beforehand.”
Even a prophet couldn’t have known that.
Could it be that Chi Suisui had called beforehand?
This thought suddenly popped into Zhang Yueran’s mind. She bit her lip. If Chi Suisui had indeed called beforehand—
Being from the same TV station and paving the way for her, she could only blame her own bad luck.
But it could also be the director who called.
Zhang Yueran felt that Chi Suisui, as a small reporter, probably wouldn’t have that kind of influence. The director was so serious about this matter that he probably mentioned it in advance.
The photographer saw her suddenly smile inexplicably and then say, “Good luck is also a skill.”
The first to arrive would always be better off than the later one.
Even if Chi Suisui had called, it was Chi Suisui herself who was late, it had nothing to do with her.
The working hours of South City TV station were still stable.
After the lunch break, Su Mian noticed that Zhang Yueran hadn’t returned. Not only that, but the photographer she had asked for had also left.
“She’s quite efficient,” Su Mian couldn’t help but say when Zhang Yueran was mentioned. “Do you think God He will reject her? For the first time, I hope God He can be cold and ruthless.”
Chi Suisui was organizing her things, preparing to leave with the photographer for the shooting range center later. Hearing her words, she said,
“Don’t worry about her. Even if she gets the interview, it won’t affect me.”
“Why?” Su Mian asked, then quickly realized. “I get it, the interview draft can’t compare to something more exciting.”
Zhang Yueran had a strong sense of pride. She had cried when the director casually scolded her. If the interview draft she worked so hard on was rejected, she would probably be even angrier.
Su Mian didn’t think her thoughts were malicious.
She knew from the moment Zhang Yueran wrote her name down that everything would be based on work ability, and the director would only choose the more outstanding one.
Not to mention that this interview video would eventually be on TV.
A few minutes later, the photographer arrived.
The female photographer was the one who had gone with Chi Suisui to interview the director last time. The two had worked together many times.
“President Sui, my future is in your hands,” Su Mian solemnly handed a beautiful letter paper to Chi Suisui.
Chi Suisui joked, “I’ll bring your future back.”
“Thank you, President Sui,” Su Mian watched her departing figure, graceful and slender, her waistline extremely thin, so thin it was mesmerizing.
The shooting range center was a bit far from the TV station.
Zhang Yueran arrived exactly at two o’clock.
With Coach Zhu’s advance notice, she and the photographer entered smoothly. Ten more minutes passed inside the venue.
Character interviews were different from ordinary interviews. One had to understand the other person’s experience in advance, as well as the details of the competition events.
Going deeper, some of the implicit rules also needed to be known.
Zhang Yueran had memorized several hours’ worth of event-related knowledge. Listening to the gunshots coming from inside, she was sure she was foolproof. “Let’s go.”
There was a designated place inside.
He Xingwang poured a glass of water, took a small sip, the water glistening on his lips. If this scene were to be broadcast, it would surely cause countless screams.
A knock sounded on the door.
Guessing it was Chi Suisui, He Xingwang went to open the door.
Two people stood outside the door. He Xingwang’s brows furrowed instantly.
Zhang Yueran hadn’t expected to be struck by such a handsome face the moment the door opened. The cold, stern face she had only seen on TV news was less than a meter away from her.
She subconsciously flipped her hair and smiled slightly. “God He, hello. I’m Zhang Yueran, a reporter from South City TV station. You can just call me Yueran.”
South City TV station?
He Xingwang’s brow furrowed tightly.
He was certain that Chi Suisui had said it was her. With her personality, she wouldn’t have someone else come in her place for such a thing.
“Move.”
He Xingwang glanced at the empty corridor behind her, his voice cold, his eyelids drooping.
“......”
Zhang Yueran’s expression almost froze. She thought she had misheard.
“God He, is there some misunderstanding? Before coming, Coach Zhu told me on the phone that it was okay, just come straight over...”
The photographer behind her also felt awkward.
The He Xingwang in front of them had dark eyes, his lips slightly pursed, his eyebrows deep-set, and the lines of his jaw were exquisite and perfect, even more outstanding and handsome than on TV.
The photographer subconsciously wanted to turn on the camera.
Just as his hand touched it, an icy gaze looked over, a hint of impatience faintly visible in his dark eyes.
The photographer paused, not daring to turn it on again.
“Wrong.”
After a long while, He Xingwang said in a low voice.
Where had she gone wrong?
Zhang Yueran couldn’t figure it out. She instinctively felt that the situation was bad, and her voice softened. “God He, I’ve been in the news industry for a year, honest and upright, and I’ve never had any scandals. I believe you’ll be satisfied with my interview.”
She was confident in her appearance, and people would ask for her WeChat even when she was walking down the street.
Just as she was about to give him a flirtatious look, He Xingwang lowered his eyes and said coldly, “No interviews.”
Then the door closed in front of her.
“Bang—”
As the door closed, Zhang Yueran subconsciously took a step back and exclaimed softly, “Ah!”
“Are you okay?” the photographer asked cautiously.
“Do I look okay to you?” Zhang Yueran stomped her foot. “What’s going on? He Xingwang has such a bad temper.”
How could he treat such a beautiful girl like this?
In her year as a reporter, Zhang Yueran had never encountered such a thing. Coach Zhu had clearly agreed beforehand.
“What are you doing standing at the door?”
Coach Zhu came from behind, originally intending to check if there were any problems with the interview, but he saw the female reporter getting angry.
Zhang Yueran put on a smile again. “Coach Zhu, I called you before coming. Do you remember?”
“I remember.”
Coach Zhu, with his bald head, looked somewhat gentle.
“God He just said he’s not accepting interviews,” Zhang Yueran said with a disappointed expression. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Not accepting?”
Coach Zhu keenly caught those three words.
He knew that He Xingwang had arrived at this conference room half an hour ago, and coupled with the conversation at the training hall earlier, he was clearly waiting for the reporter from South City TV station.
Why did he suddenly refuse again?
Coach Zhu glanced at Zhang Yueran, pushed open the conference room door, and saw He Xingwang standing by the window. “Xingwang.”
He Xingwang turned around. “Coach.”
“The reporter from South City TV station is standing outside,” Coach Zhu said疑惑ly. “What? Didn’t you say you would accept the interview?”
“Not her,” He Xingwang said concisely.
His phone vibrated. It was a message from Chi Suisui: 【I’m on my way, about half an hour more.】
His fingertips danced: 【Okay, I’ll wait for you.】
Coach Zhu was about to say something when his own phone rang. “Coach Zhu, another reporter from South City TV station called, saying they want to interview God He.”
“......”
Had he really mistaken the person?
Chi Suisui waited a long time on the phone before finally getting through to Coach Zhu. “Hello, Coach Zhu, I’m Chi Suisui, a reporter from South City TV station.”
Her voice wasn’t quiet. Since the two were close, He Xingwang could hear her.
Coach Zhu saw He Xingwang nod.
He glanced at the door again and said somewhat awkwardly, repeating the same words, “Reporter Chi, just come straight over.”
After hanging up, Coach Zhu felt that he had tried to be helpful but had messed things up. He coughed a few times and took the initiative to go out and close the door.
“Coach Zhu...”
Zhang Yueran had been waiting outside the door.
Coach Zhu put on a perfect smile and asked, “Reporter Zhang, is it just you from your TV station?”
“......”
Zhang Yueran’s expression froze.
Even though she wanted to deny it, she couldn’t bring herself to. She could only tell the truth, “No, there’s another reporter, but I’m the most suitable one.”
Coach Zhu clapped his hands and slowly said, “Okay, I understand. Why don’t you take a look around the center with me first? There are many things you can film. Our shooting range center’s athletes train...”
Zhang Yueran was reluctantly led away.
Not only that, but she was also taken all over the venue by Coach Zhu.
One moment she was asked to film other athletes training, the next she was shown the newly replaced air pistols, with endless explanations.
“Next, let’s go take a look at the cafeteria. Our shooting range center’s cafeteria can be said to be the best, and we’ve also hired several professional—”
“Coach Zhu.”
Zhang Yueran couldn’t bear it anymore. “Coach Zhu, since I couldn’t interview God He just now, I’ll try again tomorrow. I won’t visit the cafeteria.”
“Is that so?” Coach Zhu said again, “Reporter Zhang, are you really not going to film anything else here? Look at all this great material we have...”
“I’ll come back to film tomorrow,” Zhang Yueran gritted her teeth.
“Alright then, I won’t see you off.”
Coach Zhu touched his head, watching Zhang Yueran and the photographer’s departing figures, and then turned and left.
Zhang Yueran breathed a sigh of relief.
She couldn’t wait to leave this talkative coach. She exchanged a look with the photographer and winked.
Once Coach Zhu’s figure disappeared, Zhang Yueran stopped again. “Let’s go back and take another look. Persistence will always pay off, right?”
The photographer said with a bitter face, “Do we have to delete the video from just now?”
They had filmed a lot of messy footage.
Especially since Coach Zhu kept saying to film this and film that, they had filmed a lot of boring stuff in half an hour.
Zhang Yueran glared.
“Not delete it and wait for Qixi Festival?”
After Chi Suisui arrived at the shooting range center, someone led her to the conference room.
“It’s so smooth today,” the female photographer said a bit happily. “I feel like our chances of a successful interview are very high.”
A laugh suddenly came from the front.
Zhang Yueran stood in the corridor outside the conference room, looking at Chi Suisui’s slender figure. “Someone is still dreaming.”
After getting rid of Coach Zhu, she had taken the opportunity to come back here.
However, the door was still closed, and there was no sound, making her wonder if He Xingwang had already left.
Zhang Yueran didn’t want to return empty-handed, as that would make her a laughingstock.
Especially since she knew Chi Suisui was coming this afternoon, she wanted to wait and see Chi Suisui also fail before going back.
The sound of high heels hitting the floor in the corridor was very crisp.
And rhythmic.
Chi Suisui walked to the door, glanced at her photographer, the corners of her lips curving up, and deliberately said, “Start filming.”
The female photographer had worked with her many times and knew what Chi Suisui meant. She immediately nodded.
Then she turned on the camera, not minding the drama, and aimed it at Zhang Yueran, giving her a close-up shot.
Zhang Yueran was almost infuriated.
But she knew what to do now. Her own photographer next to her didn’t even have time to say comforting words before she heard her say, “Suisui.”
Chi Suisui glanced at her indifferently.
Zhang Yueran said, “I came before you, so as a senior, I’ll just remind you, it’s probably useless for you to come today. God He isn’t accepting interviews today.”
“Is that so?” Chi Suisui said thoughtfully.
“Can I still lie to you?” Zhang Yueran smiled slightly. “These are God He’s own words. I’m just relaying them.”
“......”
Chi Suisui was amused by her two-facedness.
As Zhang Yueran’s last word fell, the conference room door suddenly opened.
Just as Chi Suisui was about to speak, the wrist hanging by her side tightened.
She was caught off guard and pulled into the room, bumping into a hard chest. A familiar scent enveloped her.
In Zhang Yueran’s shocked, wide-eyed gaze, the door closed heavily.
Hiding the two overlapping figures.
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