Noon in winter is the most popular time of the day.
Especially in Beta Town.
Even in the north area of Beta Town, which is known as the concave area, this theorem is not invalid. Of course, the reason for the large number of pedestrians outside the window may also be because it is adjacent to the dock and municipal administration, Trident Sword and other departments.
Because it was close to lunch time, there were not many people in the cafe. The few people were scattered in various corners of the cafe without disturbing each other. Coupled with the effect of the magic barrier, Zheng Qing felt that the surrounding environment was very
friendly.
Except for the reporter lady opposite.
The seat Ms. Pulitzer chose is in a corner of the cafe. It is a four-seater with a screen separating the front and back. On the left is a tall floor-to-ceiling window. Through the glass, you can see the bustling crowd outside the window; on the right is a spacious aisle.
, across the aisle is a powdered snow-white wall, the top of the wall is very clean, decorated with several picture frames; below the wall is a layer of brown-red wooden dado; under the feet is a thick red carpet, which is soft and soft when you step on it.
, giving people a feeling of not being able to exert their strength.
Just like Zheng Qing feels now.
He felt that in front of this Ms. Pulitzer, he felt panicked and powerless.
"A simple silence barrier can prevent our conversation from being disturbed..." Ms. Pulitzer's voice rang in Zheng Qing's ears, as if separated by a huge and soundproof secret room, it seemed empty and distant.
Zheng Qing calmed down, then cheered up and responded: "That's awesome!"
He was praising the reporter's way of releasing that little magic, which was silent but effective and very wonderful.
"It's just a very simple trick. You will be able to master it in two years." Ms. Pulitzer smiled, changed the subject, and started her own topic: "You are quite powerful, and you made big news...
"
Zheng Qing swallowed, feeling that his lips were a little dry, and then he couldn't help but licked his lips quietly.
Before he could think of a reply, Ms. Pulitzer skipped the topic.
"If I remember correctly, you are a freshman in the class of 2008? You have just been enrolled for half a year." She took out a pen from her black handbag, held the pen cap in her hand, and then stood the pen on the open notebook on the table.
.
This immediately attracted Zheng Qing's attention.
It's not just because of the pen - in fact, this is the first time Zheng Qing has seen someone using a pen at school. Normally, everyone uses more quills and brushes - what's even more amazing is that that pen is
With no one to support him, he stood firmly on the notebook and began to twist briskly as the two of them talked.
It is still written in standard lowercase letters.
"Hmm, I enrolled in September last year, in Astronomy Class 08-1 of Jiuyou College..." Zheng Qing replied absentmindedly while staring at the ink dripping from the tip of the pen.
Anyway, these are all well-known news, so he is not so cautious.
"Wait a minute, sorry, wait a minute." Ms. Pulitzer suddenly interrupted the boy, picked up her handbag again, then felt in the bag and took out a transparent glass box.
The box is in the shape of a cube, with a wooden structure that looks like an archway inside, but instead of a plaque hanging in the center of the archway, there is a silver bell the size of a fingernail.
Ms. Pulitzer tapped the glass box with the cap of her pen.
The glass on all sides of the box melted like ice and snow, but surprisingly, no substance - whether water or liquid silica - flowed from the box onto the table.
It's as if the glass shell that just protected the archway was made of air.
Ms. Pulitzer took out the small wooden arch and placed it between the two of them, then cleared her throat and said: "I am a reporter from the Beta Town Post...I am now a third-year student at First University...I
I am eighteen years old this year...I am very anxious to know the truth..."
When she said the first sentence, there was no movement at the archway.
When she said the second sentence, the small silver bell hanging under the archway immediately shook and made a crisp ringing sound.
Then she said the third sentence, and the little silver bell began to vibrate crazily - for a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the little bell was about to shatter.
Then in the fourth sentence, the ringing stopped suddenly, as if an invisible hand pressed on its head to stop it from ringing.
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.
He felt that he had grasped the mystery.
"Very good," Ms. Pulitzer happily glanced at the small wooden arch, then looked up at the young public-funded student: "A little gadget to ensure that we are honest with each other."
Zheng Qing was a little unhappy - even when he assisted Sancha Jian in the investigation, they did not use similar lie detection equipment and they always treated him nicely. Is this reporter a bit arrogant?
Although he was unhappy, he did not leave immediately.
On the one hand, the interview was Andrew's request. After all, he had dealt with it several times. Zheng Qing felt that it was not good for him to cheat him like this. On the other hand, he was worried that after he just walked away, this journalist lady would
How will you write the next report?
'The new 'world' of the magic wand is arrogant, 'the quality of students at the First University is declining day by day', 'prevarication and avoidance, what is he hiding when faced with reporters' questions' and so on, it is not uncommon - so, after comprehensive consideration, Zheng Qing felt that there was something wrong
It's better to make it clear in person.
Even so, Zheng Qing still needs to let the other party know his thoughts.
"This kind of thing," he pointed to the little bell, with a worried look on his face: "Do you need it?"
“This is a formal interview process,” Ms. Pulitzer explained tactfully: “Including Vice President Shi Hui of First University, Director Robert of Three-Forked Sword, etc., all have such arrangements when accepting exclusive interviews.
"
Having reached this point, Zheng Qing naturally couldn't continue to struggle.
Moreover, the little bell was silent just now, which corroborated the reporter's explanation - he suddenly felt that, in a sense, the effect of this small archway was two-way.
"You won't add fuel to the report and make things up out of nothing," Zheng Qing couldn't help but ask, and then immediately apologized: "I'm sorry..."
"It doesn't matter," Ms. Pulitzer said, interrupting his apology and laughing: "All my reporting is based on facts."
The little bell didn't ring.
"You can get used to it," Ms. Pulitzer reminded the wizard: "Sometimes it is too sensitive... so you can get used to its... range."
It's such an interesting word. Zheng Qing couldn't help but laugh. Then he looked at the little bell and said tentatively: "I am... seventeen years old this year?"
The little bell shook, but it didn't ring, but there was movement.