Through a timely and predictive Weibo message, the Weibo account of "Personality" attracted more than 300 fans.

"This is the Spartan Three Hundred Warriors!"

"This is the beginning, and there will definitely be more and more in the future!"

Zhang Yang felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Next, he continued to work hard and made four predictive and timely updates in the remaining time-

"Chelsea attacked Tottenham's goal and got three corner kicks in a row. Unfortunately, the player who took the corner kick seemed to be in poor form. Both balls were out of standard, and the other failed to help his teammates get opportunities."

"The Chelsea striker kicked a threatening shot outside the penalty area, but the Tottenham goalkeeper performed well and saved the ball."

"It's time for Tottenham to launch a counterattack! D They surrounded Chelsea's half-offensive for three minutes, but they only got one shot when facing the Blues' tight defense."

"Spurs launched the final counterattack! They looked for opportunities in desperate situations, but facing the iron-clad defense, they could only accept the bitter fruit of failure... In the end, Chelsea defeated Tottenham 2-1!"

As soon as the Weibo news was posted, many fans immediately watched.

These "Spartan Warriors" are not pure fans. They are just a little curious about their attention. The purpose is not to pay attention to the dynamics. Some want to find opportunities to sarcastically vent Chelsea's anger about the goal, while others want to see the next prediction dynamics to see if it will be accurate.

When each message was first sent, there were still many refutations.

But after a long time, there was no refutation. The contents mentioned in the Weibo message have been realized in the competition.

So the only thing that is left is all kinds of worship.

It is a bit regrettable that due to the lack of relevant information about the goal, the number of new attentions attracted by the last four Weibo messages has decreased, but after being attracted by the first Weibo, many fans still followed.

When the match between Chelsea and Tottenham Hotspur ends, the number of fans that the "Personality" Weibo account has been followed by more than 1,000.

New fans not only follow Weibo, but also comment on the previous news. The first one has the most comments, with nearly 400 comments-

"Blogger, God!"

"Is the blogger God? Or... the referee's family!"

"Can you even predict this in advance? Is the blogger knowing the score before the game begins!"

"Can you know the penalty kick? This guy is not from the referee team, you are deliberately giving Chelsea a penalty kick."

"Who is the blogger?"

“…”

The next four Weibo messages also included hundreds of comments, but since there was no exciting place, fans and fans just briefly said it--

"It seems that the blogger's analysis of the game is very good!"

"All the words! One hundred points!"

"The blogger must be a super fan! The analysis is so accurate, I feel that I don't have to watch the blogger's Weibo anymore."

"That's what I'm saying to understand the ball!"

"Is it so fake? It's too fake! Is it hype?"

“…”

Various comments are dazzling, but Zhang Yang enjoys watching it. He has achieved some results in his previous life, but his busy life has caused some disconnection from the Internet world. This is the first time he has attracted so much attention.

This is another sense of accomplishment.

After dinner that day, Zhang Yang slept with a smile on his first sleep since time traveling, and had a dream that seemed very beautiful.

In the dream, he was standing at the highest point of a luxurious football field.

Ten thousand people are paying attention!

On the football field under your feet, a game was being played, and there were countless fans on the scene, and few were watching the game seriously.

They all looked upward in a look up position.

At some point, he grinned, suddenly raised his arm vigorously, and made a victory 'V' gesture.

That means a goal!

All the fans shouted neatly, and the scoreboard rewritten the numbers in advance. In the ocean of sound, it took a while before the game scored.

In this game, he is the only one who is the real protagonist.

———

The weather in London is a little wet and cold in November.

early morning.

Zhang Yang wearer was wearing a suit and tie, low-angle cowhide shoes, and a briefcase in his hand. He boarded the No. 714 bus.

In the morning, there was traffic congestion in London, and all streets were extremely busy, with only three kilometers of road and four stations in the middle, which took more than twenty minutes.

As the crowd was surging, Zhang Yang did not seem uncomfortable.

There were too many similar situations in my previous life. I had experienced the hard seats of trains, and it was not unavailable to lie down on the bus. Crushing the bus was nothing.

After getting off the bus stop, I walked for a short while and arrived in front of a thirty-story building.

Zhang Yang came to the thirteenth floor and found the front desk, which showed that he was taking to a small office on the first day he came to work.

That was Brand's office.

Brand is an editor-in-chief of the sports branch of the BBC TV station in the UK. He is in charge of the text section of the sports news business and is one of the most powerful figures in the branch.

After yesterday's interview, Zhang Yang belonged to Brand's work.

Brand is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He has a slightly fat figure. His bald head seems to have a Mediterranean painted, and his soft hair on both sides is also sparse.

Brad was reading the newspaper at this moment, and his rather leisurely leg rested on the corner of the table.

"Why did you come so late?" Brad frowned slightly when he saw Zhang Yang, "It's your first day at work. Remember, this is London, not a lazy China. Don't bring the bad habits of your hometown here!"

Zhang Yang curled his lips and looked down at the time, "Don't you go to work at 8:30? I've got twenty minutes in advance."

"Why am I here?" Brand asked back sternly, putting down his legs on the corner of the table and his eyes became serious. "We are the media. The media is different from other jobs. Some people even have to work twenty-four hours. You just started working, and I don't ask you to do that, but at least one hour in advance every day, do you understand?"

Zhang Yang nodded with his lips pursed.

If he didn't understand, he really felt that Brand was just asking for strictness, but when he walked out of the office and saw the empty seats, he knew that Brand was completely targeting him.

Zhang Yang walked to his position, but found that nothing was wrong.

There is not even a computer on the desk.

The memory in my mind shows that when I reported the interview yesterday, there was a computer here, doing media work. Even if it is a text news editor, it is impossible not to have a computer, so there is no way to work.

"Are you new here?"

A nice female voice came from behind. Zhang Yang turned his head and saw a beautiful woman with long hair. The beauty smiled at him and stretched out her hand, "My last name is Evans, you can call me Flyda."

"Zhang Yang."

The two of them touched their hands.

"Zhang? What a strange pronunciation." Frieda smiled and said, "Are you new here? I heard that a newcomer came in yesterday, but his colleagues said..." Speaking of this, Frieda glanced at Brand's office and whispered, "Brand doesn't like you, you have to be careful not to get caught by him, but it's normal. He doesn't like Asians, South Americans, or even Eastern Europeans."

"Why?"

Frieda curled her lips, glanced at the office, and leaned closer, "He is a leftist, and believes that people from other regions have snatched job opportunities from Englishmen and disrupted the normal order in the UK. It is unimaginable to support him in Brexit! He works in the media industry, how could he support Brexit? Moreover, Britain has been in the EU for so many years and cannot leave again. He is dreaming!"

Zhang Yang shook his head.

I guess Flida wouldn't have thought that Britain will really succeed in Brexit in the future.

That has nothing to do with me.

Brand didn't want to seize his handle. The other party has already started targeting him. Yesterday, he gave himself the goal of attracting 30,000 fans on Weibo.

Zhang Yang asked, "I came to work on the first day, and didn't even have a computer? Is this kind of treatment for internships?"

"No?" Flyda said strangely, "I don't know, but there must be an office computer, and you should probably ask Brand."

"Frida, come so early!"

A shout came from the door, a man in his early thirties with a mustache came over, and he looked at Zhang Yang and said, "Are you the new one?"

Before Zhang Yang could speak, Flyda asked, "Gaven, where is the computer here?"

"Leaved like Brand."

"Why?"

"He said that it would be useless in the future, so he packed it into the warehouse." Gail smiled, "I guess he was targeting you on purpose, Asian boy."

"Don't give me a computer?" Zhang Yang didn't understand a little, "Then I can't work anymore, don't I have to work?"

Gavin said, "I don't know."

After Gavin finished speaking, he pulled Flyda down and whispered, "Don't talk to him too much, you don't want to be targeted by Brand."

Flyda was a little angry and sat back on her seat.

When Zhang Yang heard Gavin's words, he could only shruggle helplessly. He simply returned to the office to find Brand.

Brand didn't even raise his head, "Are you asking about the computer? You don't have a computer. You are not sure you are my employee. Unless you can accomplish the goals I gave you and prove your ability."
To be continued...