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After Tong Xin returned from Beijing this time, he also became busy.

After finishing her test of the reporter's certificate and Mandarin level certificate, she entered the exam week again.

Tong Xin also began to pay attention to the elective direction of double degree next school year.

Huo Liming was not idle either. Tu Xinzhi took him on a business trip to France. After attending the exchange meeting, the studio received a mural restoration order entrusted by Chinese people.

The number of calls from home this semester has increased significantly, and Xin Yan is interested or unintentionally mentioning her boyfriend.

"If you think it's right, you can also bring him to your house."

"Mom comes to Shanghai for a meeting in a few days. Do you want to have a meal together?"

Xin Yan even said tactfully: "Mom is an enlightened parent. It doesn't matter. Xin Xin has some content in the circle of friends. Don't block your mother, okay?"

The conscience of heaven and earth, Tong Xin really did not block anyone.

Xin Yan probably thought she hid the photo with her boyfriend and didn't show it to her home. The more she did, the more worried she became.

After a few days of phone calls, I almost came to Shanghai to inspect the goods in person.

Tong Xin had a lot of difficulties to deal with.

She asked tentatively: "Mom, if it's what you and dad know, such as elementary and junior high school classmates."

Xin Yan exclaimed: "How could you have a classmate who is so many years older than you?"

Didn’t you say your boyfriend has graduated?”

Tong Xin hurriedly emphasized: "If, I mean if!"

“It’s good to know the roots and the bottom.”

Xin Yan gave her a relatively relaxed answer: "That way, you will understand you better and will be more tolerant of you."

Some things are like this. When you conceal it at that time, you will be more at ease when you want to confess.

This is the same as "to tell a lie, you must use countless lies to fulfill it."

Moreover, when Tong Xin thinks of Tong Sinian and Ning Wei, he becomes even more unsure.

She put the problem aside with a muddle-by-step mentality.

On Thursday, after taking public relations class, the teacher called Tong Xin to the office.

The teacher’s surname is Hu, and his name is Yi. He is an associate professor in the Department of Journalism.

Not only is he quite famous in the academic circle, but he has a close relationship with many TV stations. He is considered a celebrity teacher at F University.

Hu Yi has a good impression of Tong Xin. She knows that she is the top scholar in Qingli City, and her daily study performance is unspeakable.

Furthermore, he has outstanding image and temperament, and is a good seedling.

She intentionally cultivated Tong Xin, personally guided her topic, and told her a message.

"I want to recommend you to participate in the National College Student News Review Competition."

Tong Xin was stunned, "Me?"

"Yes, we will run for the election on behalf of the F Major News System."

Hu Yi gave her high hopes. Tong Xin loved this industry, so she naturally felt happy with such an excellent opportunity.

Hu Yi gave her several references to the topic with a professional perspective: "Whether to be legally responsible for the harm caused by bravery to perpetrators?" and "focusing on the fertility protection of women in the workplace" are all sensitive topics in the current society.

Tong Xin thought for a long time, but became interested in one of the events.

After she communicated with Professor Hu, the professor was surprised that she would choose this, "This case happened in recent years, and the discussion in the circle was very high at that time.

The girl went out with the man she liked, and shortly after she came back, the girl jumped off the building and committed suicide.

Do you think this man is responsible?”

Tong Xin said calmly: "I don't have a comprehensive understanding yet, so I don't make rash judgments."

The professor smiled with relief and nodded, "I'm glad you've kept your mind clear and didn't forget the basic principles of journalists."

"This case is actually easy to discuss. The teacher gives you a suggestion and start from the weak, which makes it easier to empathize.

Because of this incident, both in terms of the public opinion reaction at that time and the incident itself, the public tends to be women."

Professor Hu took out a business card from the drawer, "This is a friend of mine, named Jiang Fei, and he is also a reporter involved in reporting this case.

You can communicate with him more and learn more about facts.”

Tong Xin was like a chicken blood and devoted himself to it.

For several days, I worked diligently to ask the other party for advice.

On Friday night, Wangjiang Pavilion was filled with bright lights and wine, and it was the bustling time.

"What is A Jiang doing? Didn't you agree to only drink and not be busy with work today?"

Jiang Fei had just returned to WeChat and said helplessly: "Hey, a student recommended by a teacher asked me about a case two years ago, saying that he wanted to write a paper to participate in a news competition, so I was not easy to recommend."

Fu Guangming handed a glass of wine and asked casually: "Male or female?"

"Girl, the voice sounds nice.

Don’t say it, the F-Da News Department has really produced beautiful women.”

Jiang Fei smiled and clinked the glasses, "And you are familiar with this case, it's the case that your cousin from afar jumped off the building."

The Fu family has many sisters and a lot of relatives. This cousin and Fu Guangming have never had a few dealings, so Fu Guangming has no feelings for him. To put it bluntly, just listen to it as a piece of news.

After walking a few steps, his mind flashed and a thought suddenly popped up.

Fu Guangming narrowed his eyes and asked, "What does this female student look like?"

“She didn’t take selfies in her circle of friends.

Oh, by the way, Professor Hu gave me a ID photo.”

Jiang Fei flipped out the chat record and said, "Hey, aren't you beautiful?"

Fu Guangming looked at it for a long time and suddenly started to laugh.

My intuition is so accurate, it’s the girl I met in the bar last time.

If you can be brought by Huo Liming and the others, it must have a different relationship. It is not difficult to inquire about this matter. Just ask around and know whose girl it is.

"Did you just say that you will meet her tomorrow?"

Fu Guangming asked casually.

"Yes, this girl is really rigorous, and I can't refuse."

Jiang Fei looked embarrassed and he was unwilling to sacrifice his rest time.

"I'll go for you."

Fu Guangming smiled, "Rounding, I am also considered the victim's family, and I have the most say."

The next day, Tong Xin arrived at the agreed coffee shop early.

Jiang Fei said temporarily that he couldn't come if he had something to do, but introduced a relative of the victim to communicate with her.

Tong Xin thinks this is better, and maybe he can discover more.

After arriving, I was stunned when I saw Fu Guangming.

"Tong Xin?"

Fu Guangming dressed like a human being and reached out to her.

Tong Xin politely shook back, "Hello."

"Don't remember me?"

Fu Guangming asked with a smile: "It seems that the cake I gave last time was not big enough. Today I will treat you to two pieces. Remember me next time."

Tong Xin smiled brilliantly, "I remember you are a friend of Brother Jiazheng and others.

What a coincidence, Mr. Fu."

"What are you doing like this? Do you call them Mr. Zhou, Mr. Cheng, and Mr. Huo?"

Fu Guangming pretended to be angry, "Don't treat it differently, call me Brother Guangming."

Tong Xin smiled and then opened, "Mr. Fu, please sit down."

Fu Guangming looked at the girl in front of him. She was young and beautiful, with a clean temperament, tall and good figure.

His eyes moved to a certain part of the ground without moving. Tsk, the one named Huo is so fucking lucky.

"My cousin is young and spoiled by his family. He is good at it. If he hadn't met someone bad, he would have gone to college and had a good future."

Fu Guangming sighed and felt sorry.

Tong Xin silently sympathetically, "Sorry, I've mentioned your sad things."

"It doesn't matter."
To be continued...