Say goodbye

Tossing and turning on the bed in the dormitory for half the night, Ai Chao Zhao tried his best to think of ways to investigate the Mir incident.

Later, with two pairs of dark circles under their eyes, they decided to start the investigation from the email that first revealed doubts in their lives in the early dawn outside the window.

However, where should the sender behind the email be found?

Glancing at Xu Luoyang who was sleeping soundly on the bed next to him, Ai Chaochao thought, it really is a young man who has no worries, but who told him to like Shen Ciwan, he must help the senior find out the truth of this shipwreck ,anyway.

Turning on the phone, Ai Chaochao caught a glimpse of the news of "Pingcheng Daily Newspaper Office" displayed in the WeChat official account, clicked on it, and there was a news broadcast half a month ago.

"The sender behind the mysterious e-mail that recently aroused public outrage in Pingcheng has been found by the president Yan Qing himself—it turned out to be a prank by a talented young hacker"

Just about to laugh, but afraid of waking Xu Luoyang next to him, Ai Chaochao covered his mouth and smiled.He has also been fortunate enough to receive this mysterious email dozens of times. It contains a song sung by a child as ugly as it sounds. He can't listen to it for three seconds and is about to drop his phone. On the contrary, Xu Luoyang who also received the email He listened with gusto, thinking that this kind of free-wheeling prank was really cool, if he had this talent in computers, he would do it too.

Wait, Ai Chaochao sat up - since Sister Yan Qing can find out the real identity of this young man, then the identity of the mysterious person who sent three emails to Shen Ciwan before... can also be exposed of.

Curling the corners of her lips, Ai Chaochao thought, if it is now, it will be dawn.

"Ping-City-Daily-Paper."

Amidst the endless traffic of people, Ai Chaochao stood firmly at the door of this small high-rise building, and read out the name of this building.

Born and raised in Pingcheng, he also grew up listening to the news of this newspaper since he was a child. As the largest media in Pingcheng, he seeks truth from facts, does not follow others, and reports all true news. The number one throne is no surprise.

It's just... the Pingcheng Daily News today is a bit strange.

Ai Chaochao rubbed his nose, leaned against a wall, and observed carefully.The people coming and going at the door of this building are no longer newsmen in a hurry, but expressionless people carrying things in cardboard boxes.

Lifting the hood of the hoodie that was buttoned on his head, Ai Chaochao adjusted the extent of the smile on his face, making sure that he had a gentle and bluffing smile, and then stepped forward a few steps, and gently pulled a smile on his face. The same blank-faced person holding a cardboard box said, "Brother! I want to ask, why are there so many people coming and going at the gate of our Pingcheng Daily today?"

The young man in front of him was holding a cardboard box, and asked Ai Chaochao faintly, "... who are you?"

Ai Chaochao smiled gently again, and replied: "I came to the newspaper office to submit an article. I saw this situation, so I asked curiously."

The other party held the cardboard box to his body again, shook his head and smiled, and then explained again: "You should go to another newspaper, this newspaper has been implicated with Zheng Qiqi, public opinion and capital are in double crisis, you see , Aren’t we all packing up here!”

Before Ai Chaochao could ask any more questions, the young journalist in front of him had already walked away holding the box.

"Unexpectedly, the news about Pingcheng Daily News and 'Lonely Garden' a few days ago would have such a great impact..."

After stomping the snow off his shoes, Ai Chaochao put his hat on his head, quickly entered the building of the newspaper office, grabbed a little girl who was packing up, and asked gently, "Where is Yan Qing?"

"You... who are you, you..."

Seeing that the visitor didn't answer directly, Ai Chaochao's aura around him cooled down, and he asked again in a slightly low voice: "I ask you, where is President Yan Qing?"

"...it seems...it seems to be...in the president's office on the seventh floor..."

Ai Chaochao pressed the elevator frantically, ran all the way up to the seventh floor, turned around two or three times, and finally found the door of the president's office.

Panting slightly, Ai Chaochao found that the door of this office was not locked, but he still knocked on the door, and waited for a faint "please come in" from inside before slowly entering the door.

Yan Qing held a half-page written slip with the words "Statement of Pingcheng Daily" at the top, and stood upright in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office.

Ai Chaochao hesitated to speak. He regarded this sister as a good friend. After all, she was the good person who gave him and Shen Ciwan the opportunity to visit the red building at night. Now that something happened, he must be able to help then help.

"Why... why don't you send a statement and tell them that you are innocent and that you have not colluded with Zheng Qiqi's consortium?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Ai Chaochao tentatively opened his mouth towards Yan Qing's back.

Yan Qing didn't turn around, but just moved the paper sheet clutched in his right hand. After a long time, he seemed to have organized his words, and spoke to Ai Chaochao slowly: "Brother Chaochao, in this world, many things depend on Your 'telling' is useless. As I said, I will always report true news, but the so-called truth requires evidence, contagious words, and more importantly, the people who watch the news believe you."

"But the pen in my hand is coveted and even discredited by others. What I write, I look at it, and I know it is white, but others see it as black. How do you tell me to 'tell'? "

"Then you let the newspaper continue to be like this?" Ai Chaochao bit his lip and replied.

"No, I'm going to go all out and get this statement written and published."

Yan Qing finally turned around from the window, clenched the half-written statement tightly in his hand, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Do you need me to help..."

"No need." Yan Qing replied without thinking.

After a pause, then sighed lightly, Yan Qing said again: "Ai Chaochao, you are a good boy, it's better... not to get involved in these things."

Putting his hands into his sweater pockets, Ai Chaochao walked out of the building of Pingcheng Daily.

Sister Yan Qing is reluctant to protect herself, and I can't bother her anymore, and the senior is recuperating at home... Where is the hiding place of the truth of everything?

The phone rang in his pocket, it was the ending song of up's second album "Spring Fever".

"Hey...Brother Chao Chao! That...stranger! He sent me WeChat again! He said he was waiting for me at the door of the company! He also said why I haven't come to him recently! He can't help but come to me Yes! Can you come back soon! I'm in the practice room of the kg headquarters!"

Ai Chao shook his body, and then calmly replied to the phone: "You just stay in the practice room and don't move! The company is the safest! I'll go there right away!"

Putting down the phone quickly, Ai Chaochao stopped the car, and as soon as he got in the car, he raised his voice and shouted to the driver: "Poxiao District! kg company headquarters! Please drive as fast as you can!"

Looking at the scenery passing by outside the car window, Ai Chaochao gritted his molars, feeling extremely unstable.

This bastard, I don’t know if he is still as stupid as when I met him in the past, thinking that I have read too many suspense novels and I will be the protagonist, so I am not afraid of anything, and I will go forward to follow him on impulse. The bad guys face off!

This kind of mysterious illegitimate meal is also something you can stand up to?Without me, you are a purebred brat!

The driver kept glancing at Ai Zhaozhao from the rearview mirror, Ai Chaozhao noticed the constant gazes coming at him, and asked coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

"I just want to remind you by looking at your child's expression, don't crush your back molars again..."

"Cut it into pieces, I'm happy." Ai Chaochao replied coldly again.

The taxi driver shuddered and nodded at Ai Chaochao as the car sped past in the streets and alleys of Pingcheng.

Arriving at the entrance of kg, Ai Chaochao put on the hood of his hoodie, looked at the back of the person standing in front of him, and said in surprise: "Brother Wang Ran?"

Wang Ran turned around, Ai Chao Chao ran forward and said, "Long time no see, Brother Wang Ran!"

"Long time no see... What are you doing in such a hurry?" Wang Ran replied with a smile.

Ai Chaochao reacted, and said: "Oh! It's like this... Luoyang recently met an illegitimate fan who behaved strangely, and just now the illegitimate fan sent him a WeChat message. I was working outside, and he called me After getting the phone call, I rushed back and was about to go in to see him..."

Hearing the sound, Wang Ran's expression changed, and he became gentle again in an instant, and said: "Brother, if you often have something to do, why don't you ask Luoyang to come to me for anything, I'm not too busy with homework in college, and I can always be there on call of."

Ai Chaochao nodded, and asked Wang Ran again: "By the way, Brother Wang Ran... have you seen any strange people at the entrance of the company?"

Wang Ran was taken aback for a moment, and then said seriously: "I just came here, and I didn't see anyone. I'm going to send a letter to Luoyang. Since you're here, brother, why don't you send the letter there for me, please? brother."

Ai Chaochao nodded obediently, and said: "Yes! Then I'll go in now, trust me to deliver it! Goodbye, Brother Wang Ran!"

"goodbye!"

Ninth floor, penultimate practice room in second hallway.

Ai Chaochao ran over skillfully, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xu Luoyang hugging his legs and huddled in the corner.

A shirt was slapped on his face in an instant.

"……It's me!"

"Ai Chaochao, why did you just come back!" He ran forward a few steps and pulled the shirt off Ai Chaochao's face. Xu Luoyang stood aside angrily, without saying a word.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted the blood-stained gauze on Ai Chaochao's left hand, and Xu Luoyang wondered, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Oh, you said this." Ai Chaochao raised his left hand.

"...Actually, it's nothing serious. It's just that when I went out in the morning, I was willing to help others, and my hand was cut, and I have already been to the hospital!" Ai Chaochao smiled at Xu Luoyang as if nothing happened.

Xu Luoyang raised Ai Chaochao's left hand and asked, "Are you all right?"

"The doctor said, it's nothing serious, it's just that I have been asked to use my left hand less recently... And! The doctor actually said that I had osteoporosis before I officially became an adult, and said that I must have done too much strenuous exercise...Mr. person!"

Xu Luoyang said hehe: "It's because you are guilty of thinking too much."

Ignoring Xu Luoyang's hehe, Ai Chaochao pulled him to sit on the floor, and said, "Okay, you, is this the attitude towards the savior? Bring the phone, and I'll reply to that person to let him know." My existence! See if he dares to come!"

Xu Luoyang brought the phone obediently, and said again: "...you scratched your hand, I'm still typing, you talk."

Ai Chaochao nodded in agreement, cleared his throat, and said, "Ahem! Master Chaochao is here! No matter who you are or what your intentions are, get out of here quickly! Otherwise... you will be at your own risk!"

"Okay! That's all."

After Xu Luoyang finished typing this paragraph, he said, "That's all?"

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"that's it--."

"Xu Luoyang, are you finished?"

"Ai Chaochao, are you finished?"

Ai Chaochao hummed: "Okay, I'm going to change clothes, I'll be back in a while! Hmph!"

"Hmph!" Xu Luoyang replied not to be outdone.

The author has something to say: eight "that's all", please read according to various tones~

Pingcheng Daily's front page headline today:

"Kg Entertainment's popular trainee Ai Chaochao was diagnosed with osteoporosis before he officially became an adult (laughing) (laughing) (laughing)"

Life in the sand sculpture entertainment industry starts with a stupid author!

"As I said, I will always report true news, but the so-called truth requires evidence, contagious words, and more importantly, the people who watch the news believe you."

"But the pen in my hand is coveted and even discredited by others. What I write, I look at it, and I know it is white, but others see it as black. How do you tell me to 'tell'? "

Miss Yan Qing is a very proud journalist.

The stupid author is making a big plot!It's a big drama! (Xiaobai Wenbi will also work hard!)