The Secret Garden of the Female Anchor

"Non-Editor" "O." "Subtitles" "O." "Host" "O." "Okay, get the title ready. Countdown starts, 10, 9, 83, 2, 1. Let's go" In the live studio separated from the director's room by a layer of glass windows, Cen Yutong sat upright. Because it was a fixed position, the lens did not need to be pushed, pulled, panned, and moved. The camera in the live studio was locked, and naturally there was no need for a cameraman to follow the camera, so she was the only one facing the camera in the live studio. She could see the movements in the director's room outside, but for soundproofing, the live studio was closed. She could only communicate with the director through the headset in her ears, and there was a monitor in front of her, through which she could see the status of the program broadcast in real time, including her own image. Glancing at the monitor, the fifteen-second title of Haicheng you were early was playing. Cen Yutong took a deep breath and adjusted her state to the best. The director's voice came from the headset: "Host, five seconds to get ready." She counted silently in her heart, her mouth turned up, revealing the most friendly smile she could show. The opening frame was fixed on the last "Haicheng Good Morning" screen. One second later, the red light indicating shooting on the camera head lit up, and the director cut the camera over. Cen Yutong looked at the camera and began to broadcast: "Know the news early, plan for the day, welcome to watch Haicheng Good Morning. I am Yutong, let's pay attention to today's weather conditions first." This is a fixed opening line. She doesn't need to look at the teleprompter connected to the camera at all, and she can say it without thinking. In fact, she almost memorized all the contents on the teleprompter. But just in case, she still carefully dragged the teleprompter controller in her hand. Cen Yutong graduated from Haicheng Communication University and has only been working for three months. Broadcasting and hosting is not her major degree. She majored in journalism and communication, and broadcasting and hosting is her double degree minor. Therefore, it is not easy to break out of a group of professionally trained broadcasting and hosting competitors and be admitted to Haicheng Radio and Television Station. Getting admitted is just the first step of a long journey. As a newcomer, she was assigned to the most unpopular news program Haicheng Zaozhong of Haicheng Radio and Television Station. It is easy to understand why it is unpopular. Just imagine, who would watch TV at seven or eight in the morning when rushing to work? Although it is unpopular, it must exist for the image of "news coverage all day" of Haicheng TV Station. Haicheng Zaozhong is not only an unpopular program, but also a "unpopular office" position. From 7:15 to 8:15, the one-hour program is not just sitting in front of the camera for an hour. The night shift reporter's manuscripts need to be matched and the time for makeup is added. The host has to be in place at three or four in the morning. Three or four in the morning is the time when normal people sleep the most, but she has to crawl out of the warm bed, rush to the unit, remove the sound of getting up at the bottom of her throat, and start dubbing. Because it was too hard, everyone who could be pushed for this position turned it down, and it finally fell on a newcomer like Cen Yutong who had no foundation. So, it is better to say "exile" than "assignment". Cen Yutong admitted this. Since she was a newcomer, she naturally looked like a newcomer. She knew that her practical experience was not as good as those with real professional training. Now there was a position for her to practice well, so why not? Moreover, because there was no time to broadcast and record in advance, Haicheng You was already the only regular news program in Haicheng TV Station that was truly live. It could not be NG, and even if it was wrong, it had to bite the bullet and go on. Cen Yutong felt that this was a test from God, which was very close to her ideal news broadcasting state, so she never neglected it because of its low ratings. If I had to say something unwilling, all the introductions she presented in front of the camera were written by the editor on duty, and she had no autonomy. To put it bluntly, she was just a script reading machine. But this is almost the normal broadcasting of all news broadcasters. Broadcast, broadcast, broadcast, report, but the directors like to say "bo hug, bo hug", "bo one bo hug one hug", "bo and hug again", this joke is meaningful, and they just treat it as a joke and continue. At 8:15, the program ended, Cen Yutong smiled and said goodbye to the camera. She looked at the monitor, and the scrolling subtitles written by the producers and broadcasters slowly rose from the bottom of the screen, overwhelmed her elegant and dignified face. This "dignified" woman is really her Cen Yutong suddenly felt exhausted. In the director's room, the lighting controller pulled down the lights, and everything in the live broadcast room became dark, only the red light on the camera head was still on, as if staring at her. I said so much to you, do you want to say something to me too, Cen Yutong thought. She sorted out the manuscripts on the table and opened the door of the live broadcast room. The cold wind outside poured in, making her mind clear. The staff in the director's office were finishing up and chatting noisily. She showed her face and was about to leave when she was stopped by the editor on duty, Zheng Yu: "Yutong, here are a few more news articles. Can you dub them first?" "Okay," Cen Yutong replied and took it. The anchor on duty for the noon news this week is Ning Wei, the most popular female anchor in the station, who is always late. If the next director has to wait for her dubbing for the reporter to edit the film, it will be very anxious. Therefore, the morning shift anchors are usually asked to dub all the first articles. When Cen Yu just entered the station, she was told that "this is the tradition." There are a lot of articles, probably including those that were not sent yesterday. Everyone knows that Ning Wei is not only "late", but also "hurried to leave". It is impossible to ask her to stay and dub a few more articles. So, when Cen Yutong came down from the dubbing room, it was already half past nine. She hurriedly removed her makeup. The face on the screen is bright and beautiful, but to ensure this perfection, the powder on the face must be thick enough to withstand at least ten hot spotlights. No wonder most broadcasters, no matter how good their skin was before, dare not go out without makeup after two or three years. What will happen in a few years? Cen Yutong thought while removing her makeup, and felt that she was too hypocritical. Since she chose to eat this bowl of rice, shouldn’t she sacrifice what she should sacrifice? While she was in a mood, Ning Wei came in. Cen Yutong’s face and hands were wet, and she barely opened her eyes and called out "Sister Ning". Ning Wei smiled in response, and put her bag aside. Two makeup artists in the dressing room immediately surrounded her: "Oh, Xiao Ning, your bag is new, isn't it? It's so beautiful" Another one immediately sneered: "The latest model of H brand bag, limited edition, limited quantity" Ning Wei smiled and said: "What are you two gossiping about? I want to be low-key, but you are helping me to be high-profile first. Come and help me put on the base makeup" Cen Yutong was wiping off his eye makeup, and he peeked at Ning Wei from his waterline: she had neat short hair, a straight nose, and two shallow dimples when she smiled. The mixture of completely different characteristics on her body was surprisingly harmonious. If it weren't for real contact, who would have thought that such a seemingly easy-going person was actually very difficult to deal with? Looking back at myself, there is really nothing to praise except youth. And youth means immaturity; and youth, everyone has had it, and everyone will eventually lose it. Cen Yutong now hopes that she is not the youngest anchor in the station and can tear off the label of "newcomer" as soon as possible. Ning Wei seemed to have discovered Cen Yutong's peeping, but she didn't care. She sat in front of the makeup mirror, closed her eyes slightly, and let the two makeup artists tinker with her small face. Cen Yutong quickly finished dressing herself. She didn't seem to be very good at getting close to popular seniors, but she still had to ensure etiquette, so she said again: "I'm leaving, bye" Ning Wei opened her eyes, looked at Cen Yutong in the mirror, smiled, and was about to close her eyes again, but suddenly opened them again: "Hey, who, help me pour a cup of coffee." Cen Yutong was stunned and said obediently: "Okay, come right away" From the dressing room to the tea room, you have to go through a long corridor, and the walls of the corridor are hung with promotional photos of various columns in the station. Haicheng TV has always advocated "news-based station", so basically all the programs here are news programs, the strongest of which are the 9 o'clock evening news Haicheng Big and Small Things and the weekly news commentary program Current Affairs. Other programs include the noontime program Haicheng Noon Road, the current affairs program Haicheng News Network, etc. Of course, there is also Haicheng Good Morning. However, the photos of other programs have anchors, only Haicheng Good Morning does not, because the anchor of this program may be replaced at any time, so the photos of the staff in the studio are posted. Cen Yutong walked steadily past Haicheng Good Morning with a cup of coffee, and stopped in front of Current Affairs. The anchor Yu Zhen in the photo was in high spirits, half leaning on the table, holding a pen in his right hand, habitually raised in the air. "This is called being able to command the world in the blink of an eye," Cen Yutong thought, staring at Yu Zhen's wise and tough face for a few seconds, blushing a little: "One day, I want to be a news anchor like you" Turning into the dressing room, handing Ning Wei coffee, maintaining a humble smile on his face, but continuing in his heart: "Not a vase like you" After leaving the Haicheng Radio and Television Building, the early autumn sun was a bit dazzling. Cen Yutong let down his bun and felt relaxed immediately. He wanted to put on the sunglasses in his bag, but he thought it was funny. Only famous anchors need sunglasses, but you don't need them. It's better to let this pale face that is reversed day and night bathe in the sun