Rebirth 2000, Ome school flower 18 years old

"Is there a place for me?"

"Yi Shao, don't be joking. I can't accompany you to Huaqing, Jingbei. I will be satisfied if I can be admitted to a local university."

"But you are the number one scholar in the province, so you should consider going to Huaqing or Jingbei." Gu Muxi curled her lips, and then stood up from the sofa.

"Okay, I'm going to see if the phone is fixed, and I'm going to check my grades."

Yi Feng smiled and said: "Don't go, how can it be repaired so quickly, let's call with my mobile phone."

He took the phone out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Gu Muxi took the phone and said with a tusk: "Young Master Yi, Boss Yi, it's great to have a phone!"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes I do."

"If you want it, just say it, and I'll send it to you."

"Send it to me? Young Master Yi, are you so kind? Let me explain first, this girl is the most entertaining artist, not her own body!"

"Purchasing? That's a good feeling. Sing two ditties for the uncle first."

"Choufeng, do you want to transform into a Buddha now?"

"What Buddha?"

"Buddha with a full head."

"Uh... Gu Muxi, calm down, don't be impulsive, impulsive is the devil!"

Gu Muxi put down her hands and called back to school.

After a while, when she heard her college entrance examination results, her face showed joy.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Gu Muxi hung up the phone and said excitedly, "Smelly Feng, can you guess my score in the college entrance examination?"

"615 points?" Yi Feng squinted and smiled.

Gu Muxi was startled, and asked in astonishment: "You, how do you know?"

"Oh, I guessed randomly, but I didn't expect to guess right." Yi Feng said indifferently.

Gu Muxi tilted her head with a suspicious look on her face.

"Really?"

"Can you guess so accurately?"

Yi Feng looked like a stick, and said: "Please call me Master Yi, thank you."

"Tch, master, you big-headed ghost!" Gu Muxi rolled his eyes at him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Which one?" Yi Feng went to open the door.

Opening the door, there were three familiar people standing outside.

Yi Feng was taken aback, isn't this the female reporter Yang Na who interviewed him before?

"Haha! Hello, student Yi, we meet again!" Yang Na greeted eagerly.

"Congratulations, Congratulations to Yi, who won the first place in the college entrance examination in Guangdong!" Wu Gang handed over the flowers in his hand, and stuffed the bouquet into his hands.

Yi Feng: "..."

They are too well informed!

"Uh, what are you guys?"

"Student Yi, we are here to interview you specially today! You are the pride of our province now, a well-deserved number one scholar!" Yang Na held his hand heavily and said seriously.

"Okay, please come in." Yi Feng smiled and welcomed them.

Getting connected with the news media industry will definitely help in the future.

Yang Na brought her assistant Wu Gang and the cameraman into the room, and after a short rest, the official interview began.

The interview is nothing more than asking about how to study, how to get a high score in the test, and what plans for the future.

Yi Feng answered calmly, without thinking too much, and talked freely.

He was already used to such scenes, and he had been interviewed by Yang Ma many times in his previous life, so he was free and understood the answers they wanted.

It is nothing more than encouraging the students behind to study hard, work hard and so on.

Yang Na's interview was not over yet, and then reporters from other media units followed.

There are Guangzhou Daily, Life Daily, etc...

Gu Muxi looked at the room full of reporters from all walks of life, and slapped his forehead.

Smelly Maple is about to become famous!

It is estimated that the newspapers and TV news in the next two days will report about him.

In fact, every year the top scorer in the college entrance examination will go through such a process, and every year the top scorer in the college entrance examination will be hyped once a year.

From noon to the afternoon of the interview, Yi Feng didn't eat a bite of rice. He was so hungry that he had to make an appointment with the rest of the media reporters on another day.

After dealing with the reporter, Yi Feng collapsed on the sofa, rubbed his head and said with a smile: "It's tiring to talk about some things."

Gu Muxi felt tired even looking at it, not to mention Yi Feng never stopped.

She sat next to Yi Feng naturally, rubbed his temples for him, and complained: "It's so tiring, why don't you refuse them?"

"Reject? Why refuse?"

"This is a rare opportunity for self-marketing. If you reject it, you will die." Yi Feng shook his head.

"Uh, self...marketing? What is that?" Gu Muxi was taken aback.

"Self-marketing, another meaning is self-packaging, but the word marketing has a richer meaning. In addition to packaging, it also means marketing personal ideas to the public and creating impressions."

"There are many benefits of self-marketing. Under the same personal conditions, people who are more successful in self-marketing are more likely to gain the trust of others and thus achieve commercial success."

"That's why so many people give themselves so many names, such as the president of the association, the director of the clan, the calligraphy artist and so on."

"They are active in various media promotions. Over time, people have a certain impression of him, and they trust his products and what he said more." Yi Feng tried to explain to her in the most easy-to-understand way.

Gu Muxi seemed to understand, and blurted out: "Is that called pulling a tiger's skin to pull the banner?"

"Uh... there is such a meaning, but not exactly." Yi Feng twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, I don't understand anyway, as long as you feel good."

"But... It seems that you have to deal with these reporters a lot these days." Gu Muxi pouted.

While talking, she rubbed Yi Feng's temples and asked softly, "How is it? Is it better?"

"It's much better, Gu Xiaozhu, your massage techniques are improving day by day!" Yi Feng leaned comfortably on the sofa, enjoying Gu Muxi's soft finger massage.

"Hehe, Young Master Yi, if it wasn't for your pity, I wouldn't be bothered to press it for you." Gu Muxi said arrogantly.

"Yeah, I'm so pitiful~" Yi Feng pretended to be pitiful, and wanted to slip into Gu Muxi's arms.

Gu Muxi blushed, and pushed his mischievous head away.

"Sit down and don't move around, or you can press it yourself."

"Hey, okay, I'll sit down obediently."

"Where are your eyes looking?!"

"Ahem, no, I didn't see anything."

"You still say no? I can see that wretched look in your eyes at a glance!"

"You're talking nonsense, my gaze is called appreciation, do you understand appreciation? How can you insult people's innocence out of thin air?"

"Hmph~ You still dare to quibble?"

"Ah! It hurts! Gu Muxi, let go of your hand and talk if you have something to say!"

Only then did Gu Muxi relax a little, and said triumphantly, "Hehe, Young Master Yi, do you know you made a mistake?"

"Wrong? Where did I go wrong?" Yi Feng quickly tore his head away from her devil's grasp, and argued.

"Okay, you still don't admit your mistake, do you? See if this girl doesn't punish you!"

Gu Muxi flung Yi Feng down on the sofa with all her teeth and claws, then grabbed Yi Feng's cheeks, pinched his face, and rubbed his face into various grimaces.

"Haha! How dare you quibble!"

"Help, help!"

"Shout, shout, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken!"

"Broken throat, broken throat!"

Gu Muxi: "..."

"Hmph, what are you thinking, even breaking your throat!"

Gu Muxi sat on Yi Feng's body and started to yell at him.

"crunch-"

The door of the house suddenly opened, and Meng Xiaoyun and Yi Jianjun, who had gone shopping for vegetables, came back from the outside.

It's just that when they opened the door, they were stunned, looking at Gu Muxi and Yi Feng in astonishment.

Yi Jianjun asked in astonishment: "Are you... are you..."

Meng Xiaoyun interrupted him directly, "Ah, Lao Yi, we seem to have forgotten to buy something."

"Go ahead, we didn't see anything."

With that said, Meng Xiaoyun pulled the bewildered Yi Jianjun back out.

Gu Muxi: "(*?w?)..."

"It's all your fault! Stinky Maple!"

Yi Feng: "..."

Why are you blaming me?