My name is Lin Dalu, an emotional anchor who is struggling on late-night radio. My program "Tree Hole of the Soul" was supposed to be a haven to cure insomnia and soothe the soul, until I accidentally read neighbor Lao Wang's WiFi "research meeting" as "research waste"... At that moment, it was not only Lao Wang's dignity that was broken, but also my naive fantasy about this job.
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> Immediately afterwards, a sweet listener called and asked shyly: "Anchor, do you have a partner?" I sat upright and solemnly declared that this station does not solve personal problems! As a result, she chuckled: "Who asked you? I'm asking about your microphone! Is it single? Can you introduce me to my stereo for a blind date?"
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> Since then, my live broadcast room has become the scene of the grand prize for human confusing behavior: there are botanists who insist on marrying pothos, philosophers who discuss "why toilets are white", off-key singers who use radio stations as KTV, and rich men who use hotlines as wishing fountains... Listening rate? It's like a roller coaster ride! The sponsor's father? I repeatedly jumped on the verge of complaining about my "mental pollution" and "leading the audience to a distorted perspective"! Director? The look in my eyes is like looking at a walking "withdrawal notice"!
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> Others gain fans when they are anchors, but I gain "tease" and social fame when I am an anchor. But for my job, I fought hard! Isn't it just microphone blind date, WiFi dignity, and party A's roar? Hold on, Lin Dalu, you can do it! Welcome to "Spiritual Tree Hole", also known as "Has the host been tricked again today?" ——There is no chicken soup here, only laughter and absurd philosophy of life!
It's a mess, with no front or back.
This book is poisonous! Enter with caution