I want to make headlines

Chapter 12
Xu Ying was a little confused. Her previous plan was to find a typical example. Although this one can also be typical, the two are not the same thing at all!

People have said that they want to become a master figure who blows smoke rings, holding a cigarette at this time can be regarded as working hard to realize their dreams.

What's more, looking at the hands and teeth, they don't smoke much.

The host was a little dazed holding the microphone. After thinking about it, he waved him away, and finally persuaded him reluctantly: "Smoking is harmful to your health. Well, although you don't inhale your lungs, it's still not good."

Gan Jing nodded, looked at the lens again, and disappeared silently into the live TV.

The camera brother thought this person was very interesting, so the camera kept shooting until he turned a corner from the street.

"Hi everyone, this is the Yangcheng Life Channel, and I'm Xu Ying, the host. We all know Yangcheng..." Xu Ying calmed down a little, got rid of the influence of that strange man, and continued her random interview work, but she was still in her heart. Impressed.

Breathing smoke rings, determined to become a master, no sense of panic when facing the camera...maybe it will be useful in the future.

Xu Ying felt a little regretful for not leaving his contact information, but she thought she could find a friend to check the monitoring, so she took it easy for the time being.

On the other side, after turning the corner of the street, Gan Jing walked faster and faster, a genuine smile suddenly appeared on his face.

What he said before is naturally false, what kind of bullshit and smoke ring master, who has a brain problem to set up such an ambition!

He was improvising in front of the camera, but now he saw the system's focus slowly rising.

This is a good thing!

It turns out that this form really works!

What if I could sing Peking Opera on the big stage?What if I could go on stage and perform smoke rings for the audience like I made up before?

Is that going to grow faster?

Gan Jing thought happily, and felt that he had found a solution to the problem, and the feeling of facing the camera did not seem to be as difficult as he imagined. Just relying on the smoke ring of a random gift package can cause the host and The surprise of the cameraman.

Is there more to discover?

The system emerged following Gan Jing's induction, and he silently explored other functions or other available things in his heart.

But there was no reaction at all, only the focus of attention was still slowly rising.

Gan Jing hesitated a little, watching the point finally freeze at 23250 and stopped moving.

This should be because he disappeared from the live camera?Those viewers in front of the TV can't pay attention to themselves?
He had guesses, but wasn't quite sure what logical principles the system's focus followed.

Do you increase only when you see it, or increase it when you hear about your own deeds?
Gan Jing thought about it for a while on the bus back to the dormitory, but didn't have a clue, so he had to bury this in his heart for the time being.

Hey, the emergence of the system is very inexplicable, since it is here, let's settle down.

Back in the dormitory, as soon as Gan Jing threw his coat on the bed, he saw two roommates jumping up—these two were security guards recruited by Uncle Zhang, young and full of vigor.

"Brother respect!"

"Brother respect!!"

The voices of the two were louder than the other.

Gan Jing was a little puzzled, he touched his face, wondering: "What's wrong?"

A security guard with long bangs hurriedly touched his pocket, while the other leaned in front of Gan Jing and said with a smile, "Brother Jing, you are amazing!"

What's so amazing?Gan Jing didn't know why.

Long Liu Hai took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it over respectfully: "Brother Jing, I saw you on TV just now!"

"Ah?" So that's the case, and the increased attention seems to be due to these two people.

"Brother Jing, Brother Jing, teach me, you're so cool." The lighter was also handed over.

Gan Jing looked at the two young men with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, smiled, lit a cigarette casually, took a puff and exhaled a heart shape.

The two people next to him were dumbfounded. They also lit their own cigarettes, imitating Gan Jing's example and trying to blow out a complete smoke ring.

Gan Jing thought for a while, and said to the two seriously: "It's fine if you spit out round ones."

"Yeah." The two nodded, and asked after a while, "Circular smoke rings can sometimes be spit out, but what's the matter with the heart shape? Or the five rings? How can you use your lips to make shapes?" ?”

"Oh, that..." Gan Jing dragged out the syllable and shrugged, "That's a talent, you can't learn it!"

The eyes of the two of them were full of doubts, would they have such a talent for blowing smoke rings?Who are you bluffing?

Seeing that the two of them didn't believe what he said, Gan Jing just smiled, no matter how much they begged to "respect brother, respect brother", he ignored them.

He leaned against the bed, feeling that this random sending skill was indeed much more useful than he imagined—those attention points were the proof.

Or, one day, go to the intersection over there again, and try to blow smoke rings to the TV station a few more times?

Just thinking about it, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Uncle Zhang walked in.

"Ahem, this room is so choking! You don't even open the door?!" As soon as he entered the door, he was choked by the smoke that filled the room, "Damn! Smoking so much!"

Gan Jing spread out his hands empty and shrugged his shoulders to show his innocence.

The other two young security guards came to Yangcheng from other places to work. They were a little afraid of Uncle Zhang not long after he was recruited. Seeing Uncle Zhang coughing and coughing, they quickly stamped out the cigarette butts.

"Smoking less next time!" Uncle Zhang said a little sternly. He felt that since he had recruited people here, especially if he was still young, he would more or less take on the responsibility of guardianship, so that the two children could not be changed. Bad.

"Gan Jing, show me a little bit, let them smoke less, they are young."

Gan Jing nodded and agreed with a smile on his face, ignoring the aggrieved and strange eyes of the two people next to him.

Uncle Zhang cleared his throat, and said, "I took over the security task for the theater tour! But it hasn't started yet, and I will tell you in advance when it starts."

Gan Jing was a little surprised. He knew that Tan Shan was in charge of the promotion of the drama, so he didn't know if he took his own factors into consideration, but he didn't need to tell Uncle Zhang this.

"Now, let's just do the security of the commercial building. After a while, I'll see if I can find a better job." Uncle Zhang just started to work on his own, and he didn't have enough resources, so he could only find such a job.

Gan Jing shrugged, he didn't care much, as long as he had enough to eat, the more important thing for him now seemed to be to fix the system.

"it is good!"

"Dry!"

The young man was full of vigor, and when he heard that the security task had been determined, he immediately regained his energy.

After Uncle Zhang left, the two stopped learning to blow smoke rings, but gestured at each other with uniforms, commenting on each other's heroic appearance.

Looking at the lively appearance of these two people, Gan Jing suddenly sighed.

He touched his face, squeezed it, and said to himself, "Am I getting old?"

Not long after my birthday, why do I feel old!

He took out Hongtashan, lit it quietly, inhaled nicotine silently into his lungs, and then exhaled a series of smoke rings.

The smoke ring that I spit out is my lost youth.

Gan Jing was so moved that he didn't notice that the two boys next to him were shocked again because they saw a series of strangely shaped smoke rings.

(End of this chapter)