I became an editor. At first I felt that I was not an editor at all, but I just did clerks with the title of editor, and I did everything about typing, copying, and pouring tea.

I only really did the work that editors should do after passing the probation period. I felt fulfilled during those days. I finally found a job that I could do and was not rejected in my heart. For a while, I even felt that I was very good at doing this.

During this period, I met two colleagues with common languages. One was the Glasses Brother who was recruiting me. He was our editor-in-chief, and everyone called him Brother Yun. The other person had long hair, but unfortunately his long hair style did not look like Chen Haonan. Instead, he looked more and more like Gao Xiaosong. This person is called Xiaoma, and he is the only photographer in the newspaper. He has been hanging a SLR on his chest to express his literary atmosphere for a long time while inadvertently showing his 45-degree side face.

At first, I got very close to Xiaoma, and when I met Brother Yun, I hid, for fear that he would ask me about the campus past of Sichuan University’s Journalism Department. Later, through the gossip revealed by Xiaoma, I became more and more courageous. It is said that Brother Yun had a tragic story with a girl in college, so he was unwilling to look back on his college years.

This is exactly what I think. If he looks back at college with me every day, it will be me who should be sad.

Later, I became so arrogant that I committed crimes against the wind. I followed Brother Yun for a long time. Sometimes when I met strangers at dinner parties, Brother Yun would introduce me to the other party: "This is my junior brother, a top student from the Journalism Department of Sichuan University."

Every time I hear him say this, I always tighten my anus inexplicably.

When I first applied for the job, I thought my biggest pursuit was to be an editor. I occasionally sat in the office and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window. I felt a little bourgeois. Three months later, my mentality changed.

I don’t know if it’s time to say that people are not satisfied or that I have a new pursuit. After gaining a basic understanding of this industry, I found that the salary of editors in newspapers is the lowest, and the feeling of getting a fixed salary is too dull, and I can’t make any noise over the years.

The reporters and photographers who go out are different. They have business commissions, and the most exciting thing is that they also have red envelopes. The feeling of going out for interviews without spending a cent and the interviewees also includes food, drinks, and finally giving you a big red envelope is very Hong Kong-style. Xiao Ma often brags about his glorious deeds in this regard when he gets drunk.

Maybe I was in trouble for too long before that time, so that I was working and everything was going in a good direction. Before I could figure out how to report my work scheduling problem to Brother Yun, a reporter changed jobs. The guy was so brave that he actually jumped to his mortal enemy of our newspaper.

Without saying a word, I replaced the position of the job-changing brother.

It was like a fake bag and it didn't say anything. Before I could speak, Brother Yun asked me to push it.

We are preparing to make a brand new topic to defeat our opponents. Brother Yun put forward several requirements. This topic should reflect people's livelihood issues and tell the stories of the people themselves. It must be seen by everyone but not analyzed in depth. It must be unique and reasonable.

Xiaoma was confused when he saw this topic. He felt that Brother Yun’s requirements were too difficult to achieve and could not be completed.

I was happy on the spot, and I don’t know if I was born evil or what. Anyway, I think these requirements are very simple.

Xiaoma and I ran outside for a week. I took a record of him and took photos and wandered around every corner of the city.

A week later, a new topic came out. The title was obviously done by a novice, and it was completely an argumentative essay - "Why should women wear skirts when riding a bicycle?"

In this topic, we have produced detailed data, pictures and truth. The hundreds of photos taken by Xiaoma covers an amazing amount of information.

The content of the topic is very simple: In this city, more and more women choose to travel on electric bikes. There are two types of women who wear relatively conservative clothes when riding bicycles. One is who has a serious weight exceeding the standard, and the other is who are over 40 or 50 years old. In addition to these two types of women, in summer, 92.131% of women who are under 40 years old will wear skirts when riding bicycles, and 63.257% of women must wear short skirts when riding bicycles...

It is logical that wearing skirts when riding a bicycle is too exposed. The vast majority of virtuous women in our etiquette should choose to wear pants. Why do women do the opposite?

We followed and interviewed more than 100 cyclists, made in-depth analysis, and gave some clear examples. For example, there was a charming young woman in the community where I lived. I have observed her for a long time. She occasionally wore long trousers when she was on the bus, but she would definitely wear skirts when riding a bike, and would definitely wear short skirts. And the moment she got in and got off the bus, she would slightly slid her legs, keeping the scale within the range where she was about to expose but not exposed, making the man who saw this scene want to curse.

There is another special example. Some women will deliberately spread their legs slightly apart when riding a bicycle and act like "firing a gun at me". However, when men look at their legs with their eyes, they will immediately close their legs, which is very fucking GREEN`TEA`BITCH.

I conducted profound analysis on this through sociology, psychology, aesthetics, etc., but I only made analysis and not conclusions. The real conclusions have to be explored after readers have read them. Just like the title of the article, I am only responsible for raising a question to the whole society: Why do women have to wear skirts when riding a bicycle?

On the day the work was completed, Xiao Ma admired me so much: "So talented, you can even think of this, why didn't I notice these details before?"

We handed over the fruits of our labor to Brother Yun, and Brother Yun was stunned when he saw it.

I was so frightened that this was my debut work as a reporter. If I didn’t succeed, I would be successful.

After reading it, Brother Yun said in a deep voice: "You want to have a sun or a sky, or something? You dare to make something of this scale? Besides, what you made is the same as what I told you? The bull's head is wrong!"

I suddenly felt a sense of passion that turned into a bubble, and said angrily: "Reflecting people's livelihood issues and telling the stories of the people themselves must be something that everyone can see but does not analyze in depth. It must be unique and reasonable, and it must be unexpected... Brother Yun, what do you think does not meet your requirements?"

Brother Yun was silent for ten seconds and said, "Mavericks, I admit that you defeated me."

I was overjoyed and was overjoyed: "Well, that means it can be used?"

Brother Yun didn't answer me directly. He looked at me seriously, then sighed and said earnestly: "Xiao Niu, you are talented. The things you made may become a new social issue in European and American countries. But in our environment, you will be delayed by your own talents."
Chapter completed!