When the host opens the plug-in

Chapter 97 Teacher Ren is writing poetry again!

"Director Li, does what you said yesterday still count?"

He wants to leave.

"Have you decided?" On the other side of the phone, Li Zibai asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to see the result anymore? Once you decide, you won't be able to come back."

Ren Ming smiled wryly, "I saw that there is basically no possibility of more than 90%."

"It's only been a morning, and there is still a day and a half left, you should think about it carefully." Li Zibai advised.

He didn't want Ren Ming to leave. Although he didn't have much contact with Ren Ming, he admired Ren Ming.And Ren Ming also helped him a lot.If it weren't for Ren Ming, it would be impossible to invite so many people to the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

"Okay, then I'll wait for the results."

"Ah."

……

One p.m.

Ren Ming was sitting at his desk, reviewing his ideological and political knowledge, which is the content of the press card test.

There is still more than a month before the exam.

After turning two pages, he couldn't read it anymore, he was so upset that he couldn't concentrate at all.

"Ren Ming." A male voice came out from the side.

Ren Ming looked up, "Brother Yu."

The person who called him was the photographer Yu Fei, the teacher who was responsible for guiding him when he first joined the company.

Yu Fei grabbed a stool and sat next to him, "What's going on, I heard you broke up with Team Leader Li?"

"We've never had a good time, so why break up?"

Since Li Bu forced him to apologize yesterday, Ren Ming only regarded him as his boss.

The relationship between the two can never go back to the past.

Yu Fei patted him on the shoulder, "Why are you so bitter and bitter, isn't it just an apology, what a big deal. If you really don't want to, give me your Weibo, and I will write it for you. Are you I don't know, I'm the best at writing apology letters, when I was in school..."

"Brother Yu! It's impossible for me to apologize to Su Kaiqiang." Ren Ming interrupted Yu Fei, who was talking happily, "Even if others use my name to apologize to him, it won't work."

"You child, why are you so awkward!" Yu Fei raised his hand, trying to wake him up, but hesitated for two seconds, and the slap still didn't go down.

Although he didn't fight, he blamed him: "You have only been employed for two months, and you are already the host of "Noon News". Isn't this the one who promoted you? What can you do if you follow him once, you will die ?"

Ren Ming: "I can follow him in other things, but not this one. If I follow him in this matter, I will not die, but it will be worse than death."

Yu Fei was speechless when he was speechless, pointing at him, you were speechless for a long time, and after a while, he sighed.

"Ugh……"

Yu Fei said helplessly: "I can't persuade you, and I won't persuade you anymore. I'm just a videographer, and I don't have any other skills. I only shoot things. If you go to interview again in the future, just call me."

"Yes, thank you Brother Yu."

Although he said that, he said in his heart, Brother Yu, I'm afraid we won't have the chance to cooperate next time.

Yu Fei left, and not long after, Guan Ze walked over with a smile.

"Ren Ming!"

"Is there something wrong?" Ren Ming leaned against the back of the chair and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Nothing, I just came to tell you, I support you!" Guan Ze gave a thumbs up, "I admire you for daring to fight against Team Leader Li! Don't worry, I will always be your strong backing!"

He boasted, but he scolded Ren Ming for being such a fool in his heart. It was obviously a very simple matter, and he had to quarrel with the leader so stiffly.

This is not a fool, who is a fool?

But fools are good, he likes fools the most.

If Ren Ming keeps fighting with Team Leader Li like this, he will have to leave sooner or later. Once he leaves, won't his chance come?
"Get out! I don't need your support!" Ren Ming cursed rudely.

He saw Guan Ze's uneasiness and good intentions, he was provoking trouble.

Although he disagreed with Li Bu's decision, he didn't hate him in his heart. After all, there was still a kindred spirit between the two of them.

"You... hum!" Guan Ze snorted coldly, smiled disdainfully, and left.

I want to see how long you can be arrogant!
……

One o'clock.

Ren Ming was lying on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling with open eyes, feeling the pressure rushing towards his face.

During the day, except for a few people, other colleagues were persuading him to apologize, and most importantly, their persuasion was all in good faith.

He couldn't scold them away like he scolded Guan Ze, that would be too ignorant.

Colleagues cared more and more and kept pressing on him, which eventually turned into a mountain on his back.

Gentleness is also a kind of violence at times.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and a poem popped up.

He picked up his phone and posted it on Weibo.

Host Ren Ming: [I'm having insomnia, I think of a poem, just post it here.

wall

i can't fight the wall
only the desire to resist

What am I?what is it?
Very likely

it's my aging skin

I can't feel the rain and cold

I can't accept the fragrance of flowers and plants
or i'm just a plantain
decoratively
parasitic in its mud crevices
My accident determines its inevitability

At night, the wall comes alive
protruding soft pseudopods

squeeze me

blackmail me

Want me to adapt to various shapes

I fled to the street in terror
found the same nightmare

hanging on everyone's heels
One after another cringing eyes

a cold wall
finally, I understand
The first thing I have to rebel against is

my compromise with the wall
and insecurity about the world]

As soon as the Weibo was posted, many night owls showed up in the comment area one after another.It has only been a little more than a day since he changed his name.And his number of fans has reached more than 7.

It doesn't seem like a lot, but the frightening thing is that these 7 people are all living people.

"Hey! I didn't expect to be able to squat on Teacher Ren's Weibo in the middle of the night. Teacher Ren, is it possible that you are also a member of our Immortal Cultivation Party?"

"What did you post? Wow, I'm writing poetry again!"

"Teacher Ren is really prolific!"

"Although I know every word, why can't I understand it? Is there a Chinese class representative?"

"Teacher Ren is in trouble, right? Why do I think his poem is written in despair?"

"I'll go, Mr. Ren won't want to...don't!"

"Don't make wild guesses. Although the first part is desperate, the last few sentences are still full of rebellious spirit. But what is certain is that Teacher Ren has definitely encountered trouble, and he was forced to do something he didn't want to do."

"Could it be that you were urged to marry? Teacher Ren, look at me, I don't need a bride price!"

"Pfft, don't make trouble! This is serious!"

"He is the host of Nanjiang Satellite TV and also a reporter. Who can force him?"

"Have you watched the vote on Nanjiang Satellite TV's official Weibo account? Could it be related to this?"

"Hey, don't say it, it's really possible. Didn't he post a Weibo asking for a vote during the day?"

"Judging from the events of the past two days, it is very likely that this is the reason. Those of you who have not voted, go and vote for Teacher Ren!"

"I voted, but I can wake up some sons in the dormitory."

"Everyone, help spread the word and vote for A!"

"Roger that!"

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"Damn it! Sister Ya, are you sick? You slept soundly, but you woke up suddenly because of your news."

The admin has turned on a general mute.

I'm not the group leader: You're just sick, go and vote for Ren Mingda!
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　　"Wall" - Shu Ting.Because the place name appeared, I changed one place and let everyone know.

　　
　
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