Chapter 46

"Tiantian, is the telephone interview for the micro-fiction contest done? Lisa is urging."

In an office building in Chaoyang District, Jingbei, Li Tiantian hurriedly responded: "Isn't the deadline tomorrow?"

"You know Lisa, it's changed to today, it has to be updated on the website at midnight."

The Star Wave intern reporter with round glasses and a delicate face was a bit panicked; as one of the most famous companies in the current era, the competition pressure for Star Wave interns was not small, and job opportunities were also very hard to come by.

It's not easy for Chinese department students to find jobs.

In fact, the post-contest interview for the "micro-fiction contest" was just a very minor job, otherwise, it wouldn't have been handed over to an intern to handle, but anyone who has worked knows...

If you do small things well, it's useless.

If you mess up small things, you're executed directly.

She hurriedly opened her email, fortunately, the "Little Deer" she had contacted before had replied to her, but requested that they must contact after 9 PM.

Li Tiantian pushed her glasses; nine o'clock was too late... even if she was willing to work overtime, she wouldn't catch up with Lisa's requirements.

She looked at the time... seven o'clock, it was already after work for most of the country; let's try calling ahead.

Li Tiantian tentatively entered the mobile phone number and dialed it.

She herself was quite interested in this author; the other party's micro-fiction was full of literary meaning, the wording was beautiful, short and full of deep meaning, and it had received high votes from both public judges and expert judges.

It could almost be said to be a gap-leading first place.

She remembered that one of the professional judges, a teacher from the Chinese department of Jing University, had specifically asked them if it was written by a professional writer; accurately speaking, the article could be called "micro-fiction," and if the arrangement was changed, it would be excellent "poetry."

At that time, she had also read it several times repeatedly, and even after it was announced, she decisively intercepted a paragraph to make it her mobile phone background.

"The sunset drowns in the orange sea, the evening wind sinks into the city's forest."

The phone showed it was connecting...

It disconnected before the "beep" sound even rang.

Li Tiantian looked at her phone in confusion... this was too fast; compared to the other party hanging up, it looked more like a problem like no signal.

So she dialed again.

The result was still the same.

The third time she dialed, someone finally answered.

"Are you sick? Who is this!"

Li Tiantian hurriedly said: "Hello, is this Teacher 'Bed Explorer'?"

"Call me later, I'm in evening self-study."

The phone was hung up again.

Li Tiantian held her phone, thinking she had misheard...

What did the other party say? Evening self-study?

Must have misheard, was it... playing with himself?

After waiting in agony for two hours, Li Tiantian organized the questions she was prepared to ask, made a bowl of noodles in the pantry, clipped up her slightly oily bangs, and the time finally reached nine o'clock.

The phone was dialed again, and this time it took a long time to be answered.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Teacher 'Bed Explorer'? I am Sina reporter Tina."

"Speak Chinese."

"Uh... I am Star Wave reporter Li Tiantian."

"Didn't I say call after nine o'clock?"

The voice on the other side was very young, so young that Li Tiantian was a bit surprised: "Sorry, because the deadline is tonight, may I ask if you are convenient to accept an interview now?"

On the other side of the phone, the young voice said: "I'm on my way home from school, about ten minutes or so is fine."

So it's a student... really amazing talent! To be able to write this kind of thing at this age?

If it were a college student, it would be fine, but if it were a high school student...

Li Tiantian immediately sensed the three elements of news.

Shock! Shock! And more shock!

Let alone a follow-up to an activity, this kind of news could even make it onto the main portal of Star Wave, which would be a huge bonus for an intern reporter.

Li Tiantian's pen tip stood up, and she immediately began to dig into the story behind it.

"Because this is our first communication, can you briefly introduce your basic situation? Name, occupation, and the like."

"Forget the name, I'll just use my pen name, occupation student."

"Are you a college student?"

"High school student."

Li Tiantian's spirit was lifted! She immediately began to dig into the story behind it!

"May I ask what opportunity led you to pay attention to the 'micro-fiction contest'?"

"I didn't pay attention, a friend submitted it for me."

"Do you have a hobby of writing on weekdays?"

"No, occasionally write essays."

The call was very brief; the high school student didn't have the nervousness of being suddenly questioned by a reporter, and some guiding questions were brushed off.

Especially after the other party heard that the "transferring money" matter wasn't Li Tiantian's responsibility, the interest in chatting felt visibly reduced.

Only ten minutes later, the high school boy indicated that he had arrived home and terminated the interview.

But Li Tiantian still obtained a lot of information, and with reasonable "polishing," she began to write the draft.

In this era, "news" was no longer such a serious thing; it was just a carrier to attract public attention.

"A teenager from a small county in a loose province, yet capable of writing thought-provoking words; has the educational method buried a genius..."

"A high school student with mediocre grades, yet received the praise and recognition of a professor from the Chinese department of Jing University; how many more such geniuses are there... why couldn't school teachers notice a rising new star!"

News, after all, who would read it if it were just plain narration? Otherwise, what are reporters and media for?

"Mediocre grades" was her guess, "recognized by Jing University Chinese department" was actually just something she asked about.

"Buried by education"... isn't this standard practice?

Whenever a young person achieves something, guiding it in this direction is never wrong.

Li Tiantian didn't feel there was anything wrong with herself.

The clattering keyboard sound stopped, Li Tiantian looked at it and was very satisfied, but always felt something was missing.

Finally, inspiration struck, and she added a sentence: "Will he become the second 'Han Han'?"

Then she changed the title to: "Small-town teenager becomes micro-fiction contest champion, another buried Han Han-style genius?"

Perfect! This flavor is too right!

Textbook-level media technique!

Then she added a life photo sent by "Little Deer."

As for the "life photo" used for the illustration, it was taken casually by Zhai Da and Lu Siwen on the way to school, and only Lu Siwen's N96 could take photos with decent clarity.

Because Zhai Da didn't care at all, he just let Lu Siwen take a photo of his back on the way to school.

Ordinary, not handsome at all, and didn't show his face.

But combined with Li Tiantian's text, it created a sense of "desolation."

Like a teenager who possesses talent but is not understood by the world.

The more ordinary the photo, combined with the exaggerated description in the text, doesn't it show a stronger sense of contrast?

Because her literary thoughts were like a bursting bladder, what Li Tiantian wrote was exceptionally fluent, and soon this news draft was sent to Lisa for review.

The news department itself emphasizes "seizing timeliness," so even though it was very late, this news passed several levels, and in Li Tiantian's excited mood, it successfully appeared on the website.

And it was... on the portal homepage! It got an excellent position!

As for how long it could stay there, it would depend on the click-through rate and feedback, but for an intern, this was undoubtedly a huge bonus.

Li Tiantian was so excited that she couldn't sleep even while lying in her quilt, her little hands shaking all night.