When the host opens the plug-in

Chapter 12 I'm Just a Reporter

At 18:32 in the evening, the sun was still hanging in the sky, exerting its residual heat.

Ren Ming stood at the door of his house, he didn't dare to knock on the door, he was a little scared.

Afraid to see a father who is no longer angry.

Once I open the door in front of me, I may encounter the biggest change in my life in more than 20 years.

After wandering for a while, he took a deep breath and stepped forward with heavy steps.

"Dong dong!"

"Here we come!" Ren Ma's voice sounded from the yard, full of air and tone as usual.

Hearing his mother's tone, Ren Ming felt a little doubtful.

How is she so calm?

The door is divided into left and right.

Mother Ren looked at her son in a suit in front of her, and exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Ming, why are you here so soon?"

"Mom, my dad..." This was the first time he came in and looked for his dad.

The hoarse voice reached Mother Ren's ears, and she noticed that her son's condition was not very good.

His eyes were red, his head was sweating profusely, and his face was a little dirty.

"He's watching TV in the house." Seeing his handsome son looking like this now, of course Mother Ren knew why, and she couldn't help cursing into the room: "Ren Yuji, don't get out yet!"

Hearing the roar of the Hedong Lion outside, Father Ren who was watching TV shouted, "Wait a minute, Lin Heng is going to kiss her."

"Your son is back!"

"Our big host is back?" Hearing this, Dad Ren jumped up from the sofa and came to the yard with his sandals on. He saw his son in a suit at a glance.

"Xiao Ming, don't say that you look decent in a suit, you have the same style as me back then."

Father Ren secretly praised himself, and when he got closer, he realized the state of Ren Ming's face, "What's wrong with you?"

When he heard his mother say that his father was watching TV at home, Ren Ming knew that he had been cheated.

He was relieved at first, and then a little annoyed.

If I believe in your nonsense in the future, I will take your surname!
"You still have the guts to ask, it's not your bad idea!" Ren's mother looked at Ren's father angrily, "Look at how my son has been tortured because of you!"

Knowing that he was wronged, and that his wife was also angry, Dad Ren didn't make any excuses, and said to Ren Ming: "Son, get inside quickly, it's hot outside."

Ren Ming silently walked to the bathroom and washed his face.

The cold water on his face took away the annoyance in his heart.

He began to think, what if what happened today was not a lie but the truth?
What the taxi driver said just now was right. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. If something happens to someone in the family next time, will I still have to cry helplessly like today?

What kind of powerlessness, do I have to experience it a second time?
And that non-giftable recovery potion.

He looked at himself in the mirror, Ren Ming, he couldn't wait any longer to upgrade the system.

From the day I got the system to today before I leave work.

He has always been relatively salty about the existence of the system, and has no strong desire to upgrade it.

Before, he felt that as long as he had entered Nanjiang Satellite TV, he could have a good future as long as he developed normally, and there was no need to work hard to accumulate reputation points.

But after today, he realized.

The system brings not only material benefits, but also a life-saving talisman when necessary.

At the door of the bathroom, Ren's father and Ren's mother looked at the son who was washing his face inside, and the two began to make eye contact.

Ren Ma: Is he angry?

Dad Ren: What's for dinner?I don't need too much, just fry some fish-flavored shredded pork, some fried peanuts, and some wine. You can ask your son for the rest.

Ren Ma: Apologize to him?Why don't you give me a sample, I'm a little embarrassed.

Dad Ren: I don't eat leeks, I can't digest them.

Mother Ren: I can't, you should come first.

Dad Ren was about to continue blinking when Ren Ming came out of the bathroom.

He took a deep breath and looked at his father helplessly, "Dad, can you stop lying about the military situation in the future, do you know how worried I am on the road?"

Although his father lied to him, he still chose to forgive.

What can I do if I don't forgive, he is a father, and he gave birth to himself, and he is a son, so he can't get angry at him.

Father Ren laughed and said, "Okay, I will correct it later."

Seeing him like this, Ren Ming felt helpless again, well, this one didn't take it to heart at all.

Alas, how to get along with an unreliable father, waiting online, very anxious.

Ren's mother gave her husband a blank look, "I will never listen to you again. Big host, let's go. Mom will cook something delicious for you, so I won't let this guy eat it."

Ren Ming looked away, "Mom, you should call me Xiao Ming, don't call me the host."

Ren Ma smiled, "Okay, I see, you are still shy."

eight pm.

Ren's dining table.

"Xiao Ming, eat more." Ren's mother kept adding vegetables to Ren Ming's bowl. This dish contained not only the longing that had not been seen for many days, but also the guilt caused by deception.

Father Ren looked at the fried pork with garlic sprouts, and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He picked up the plate silently, poured some vegetable soup into the bowl, and ate it with rice.

"Mom, don't just pick it up for me, you can eat it too."

Mama Ren nodded with a smile.

After eating two mouthfuls of rice, Ren Ma pretended to be casual and asked, "Xiao Ming, how is your work?"

"pretty good."

"How are your colleagues doing? Did they deliberately make things difficult for you?"

"No, everyone is a very good person, especially our team leader, who gave me a ride and brought me breakfast."

"Hehe, that's good." After chatting for a while, Ren's mother suddenly said: "What show are you hosting, tell Mom, so Mom can increase your ratings when the time comes."

Ren Ming coughed, "Mom, I just went in, I don't understand anything, it's impossible to host the show so soon."

Ren Ma nodded and said, "Yes."

After the meal, Ren Ming took all the dishes to the sink in the kitchen and was about to wash them when Mother Ren came over, "Don't, let me do it."

"Mom, it's hard for me to come back and help you with some housework."

"No, as the host, that's not what you should be doing. Go out, I'll do it." Ren Ma pushed him out, picked up the sponge and started to scrub, humming a song while washing, obviously in a good mood.

Outside the kitchen door, looking at his mother's back, Ren Ming felt uncomfortable.

He didn't expect that being a news anchor would make her so happy.

If only I were really a news anchor...

After washing the dishes, Ren Ma cut a watermelon, peeled it, tied it with a toothpick, put it on a plate, put it on the table in the living room, and said to Ren Ming with a smile: "Xiao Ming, eat watermelon."

"I'll take a piece." Father Ren reached out to take it.

"Snapped!"

Ren Ma patted his outstretched hand and looked at him dissatisfied, "You want to eat it and cut it yourself." Then she pushed the melon plate towards Ren Ming, "This is for our family's biggest hero."

Father Ren muttered and rubbed the back of his hand that was beaten.

"Mom, I didn't do anything, how could I be the biggest contributor?"

Mother Ren laughed and said, "Why not? You don't know. The neighbors heard that you have become the host of Nanjiang Satellite TV, and they all praised you for your promise. Your father and I will also follow suit. Old Ren, you say yes."

"Yes!"

"How did the neighbors know that I joined Nanjiang Satellite TV?"

Before Ren's mother could speak, Ren's father interrupted: "Of course it was your mother who promoted it, Xiao Ming, you don't know, these days your mother tells everyone that you have joined the provincial TV station as a host, and now the whole village People basically know about it. Tell me, is she a loudspeaker?"

"Go, you're the one with the loudspeaker." Ren's mother slapped Ren's father lightly, her face full of pride, "My son is promising, so I won't let him talk about it. He is a news anchor in a provincial station. How many people can be there? ? I just think the more people know about it, the better."

Ren Ming was silent, the happier his mother said, the more uncomfortable it was for him to hear.

Only he himself knew that he was not a provincial TV news anchor at all, but just a small trainee reporter who didn't have much chance to appear on camera.

(End of this chapter)