"Wow, so many love letters! You might break the BHHS record." Rachel Bart, wearing thick glasses, stretched her neck and looked into Ethan's cabinet.
"Bang!" Ethan slammed the cabinet door directly.
"Gossip Reporter, why do you stay in school instead of working at The Hollywood Reporter? It's a great place for you," Ethan said.
What happened last time has not yet been settled with her.
"I'm just trying my best to present the facts. This is the responsibility of us journalists. As a well-known figure, we must be prepared to be discussed." Rachel was unmoved.
Ethan took a step forward, and the shadow of his tall figure completely enveloped Rachel.
"Do you see what this is?" Ethan raised his fist.
"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't want to change a pair of glasses, you'd better be honest." Ethan deliberately put on a fierce expression.
Rachel looked up at the big man and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. She was really frightened.
There was no training class today. In the afternoon, Ethan was led by Rachel to the editorial office of "Highlights".
Just like football or cheerleading, the "Highlights" editorial board itself is also a kind of club, which can be written in a personal summary and regarded as a kind of "resume."
Compared with the last impromptu interview, this interview was relatively formal. Ethan even saw an acquaintance in the editorial office - the assistant coach of the football team.
"Hi, Ethan, that ball yesterday was great!" the assistant coach said with a smile, and then said to Rachel next to Ethan:
"This is a rising star in the football team. You don't have to be stingy with praise. It's better to write less gossip, editor."
It turns out that this unattractive girl wearing thick glasses is still the editor-in-chief.
But from the assistant coach's tone, it was obvious that he was not the first victim.
"Human nature has the desire to pry into other people's secrets. I just followed the readers' wishes..." Rachel saw Ethan narrowing his eyes and immediately changed her tune: "Of course, with the permission of the interviewee."
Ethan turned to the assistant coach and asked why he was here.
"It's very simple. Now that the end of the term is approaching, the school football team has to conduct routine family interviews with team members to reflect the family support of the players. This is one of the spiritual and cultural projects of the Norman team. This requires the "Highlights" editorial department to To help, they will send reporters to interview parents and write articles.”
"All the school team members?" Ethan asked again.
"Of course, including your parents, this matter originally needed to be kept secret from you for a while. I wanted to give you a surprise." The assistant coach shrugged.
"Including Rice's parents?" Ethan asked again.
"Uh-huh." The assistant coach said nasally.
"I know." Ethan nodded.
The conversation between the two did not last long, and Ethan soon entered the interview room with Rachel.
"Who are you going to send to interview Rice's mother?" Ethan asked as soon as he sat down.
"Maybe it's me, maybe it's someone else. I haven't decided yet. The newspaper office is currently very short on manpower." Rachel shook her head and took out her large tape recorder.
"Let's get started with the first question."
"I think I can, why not let me join the newspaper?" Ethan crossed his arms and interrupted the interview.
Rachel laughed: "Your grade in English writing class is only C."
"That was last semester. My grades will be much better this semester. Besides, I need to improve my writing here. Also, tell me, why do you know my grades last semester?" Ethan discovered the key to the problem.
"Well..." Rachel suddenly seemed a little nervous, adjusted her glasses, and said cautiously: "I investigated you during the last interview."
"You must have a crush on me, right?" Ethan said suddenly.
"Do you think I would like a boy whose English writing is only C?" Rachel asked.
"That's good, it's settled. I will interview Rice's mother tomorrow. You have to make an appointment with her in advance and tell me her address by the way." Ethan said immediately.
Last night I was still thinking about how to secure the starting quarterback position, but today the opportunity came to me. This is much easier than asking Thomas and Flea.
"How can this be done?" Rachel shook her head again.
"You have never interviewed anyone. If you want to join the newspaper editorial department... you can start as an assistant, helping with cleaning, taking out the trash, etc." Rachel said.
"Of course not. I'm only a reporter. No need to talk about anything else. As for the interview questions, you can give me an outline and give me a tape recorder." Ethan looked at the SONY electronic product in her hand.
"In exchange...since you like to gossip so much, you should be curious about the love letter incident, right?" Ethan tried.
"But... there has never been such a precedent." Rachel showed full hesitation.
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything just now and the interview is terminated." Ethan shook his head and prepared to stand up.
"Wait a minute!" Rachel quickly reached out her hand.
In the end, her pursuit of press freedom defeated the newspaper principles she adhered to, and she agreed to Ethan's conditions.
·
The next afternoon, Beverly Hills, the intersection of Coldwater Canyon Dr and Monte Cielo.
Ethan stood outside the majestic metal gate and rang the doorbell.
This place is located halfway up the hillside of Beverly Hills, in the hinterland of Beverly Hills. There are two neat rows of North American red maples on the streets. The trees are shady and clean. The air is filled with the fragrance of green plants, which is far from what you can smell all the time. Comparable to the piss-smelling streets of Compton.
It's not even comparable to the large single-family house in Monteleone that Ethan lived in before. The area in front of him is significantly larger, and the houses are more sparsely arranged. The market price may be more than double.
The people who live here are supposed to be affluent people who are one level above the "middle class".
After a while, the iron gate opened automatically. Walking along the winding path paved with cobblestones, Ethan saw three gardeners tidying up the yard in front of the house.
Is there someone to sort it out?
You must know that labor is very expensive in the United States. The cost of three gardeners is three to four hundred dollars, not counting the premium. This kind of house requires a heated swimming pool, and the electricity bill alone costs thousands of dollars a month.
Seeing this, Ethan only regretted that he had traveled to the wrong person. He would have to work hard for 20 years less after being reincarnated here. Of course, he didn't regret his current family.
The person who opened the door was a black man with a face as black as carbon.
"I'm looking for...Ms. Lisa Vigil."
"That's me." The other party looked at Ethan, his dark brown eyes were piercing, as if penetrating everything.
Ethan took a closer look and saw that his face was covered with a black mask, and he was wearing a pure black sleeveless knitted jumpsuit, which caused him to misunderstand it for a moment.
"The school reporter, right? I am not Peter Rice's guardian now. You should interview his father." Lisa said, her voice was a bit deep, and it didn't sound so pleasant at first glance. I don’t know if she was a little nervous for her first visit, but Ethan felt that her voice had a hint of majesty, like a medieval female lord or something.
"But you have watched his games. This is of course a form of family support. The interview does not take long. If you have something else to do later, we can change the time and the location." Ethan changed his plan slightly. .
Lisa Vigil bit her lower lip lightly, and did not respond immediately, but stared at Ethan’s face.
Then he grinned, revealing his white teeth, and there was a hint of playfulness in his smile: "I just have a rest today, but it won't change in a few days. Come in, big boy."
big boy? Hearing this title, Ethan got goosebumps all over his body.
