Gami is a news reporter in the country of Leni, but she is in an awkward position.

She has just been hired for a week, and a master was originally arranged to take her. I didn't expect that the master had not taken her for two days before she was promoted.

It's a pity that she can't follow her to the promotion, and the news department doesn't know what it's busy with recently.

She goes to work every day these days, either reading newspapers and periodicals at her own workstation, or reading previous newspapers and periodicals at her own workstation.

Idle and unattended.

On this day, she finally knew what the seniors in the department were busy with.

The friend country wants to send a new ambassador abroad to take over the embassy here. The seniors are busy writing reports and analysis reports.

The back department held a meeting to discuss how to treat the new curator.

Gami consciously had nothing to do with himself, and sat in the corner listening to the leaders discuss.

"My suggestion here is to send a reporter to connect with her, follow her if necessary, and serve as our ministry's resident reporter at the embassy..."

"It's a good proposal, so that we can get the daily and required manuscript content from this reporter every day."

"Yes, just use the names of accompanying reporters to arrange individuals."

After everyone agreed, they faced a new problem.

Who?

As soon as I got here, everyone who spoke loudly just now fell silent.

& nbsp; muddy water.

Everyone look at me, I look at you, and finally his eyes fell on Gami in the corner.

Gami, who was scribbling and drawing with a notebook, was stunned. It was the first time she had appeared in the sight of so many people after coming in for so long.

"Jamie doesn't have a section yet?"

"Gammy then."

"Good, good."

Then Gami got a pile of notebooks and a scooter.

The book is used to record what happens every day, and the car is for her to pick up the curator every day.

In this way, Jamie packed up his few things, moved into the embassy two blocks away, and started to write a daily diary.

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December 18, 20x1, the weather was fine and the temperature was 19 degrees.

I officially moved into the embassy today. There are not many people in the embassy. There is only one person at most two people in a department, but everyone has a clear division of labor.

I got a small office next to the curator's office.

The former curator also asked me to help clean up the curator's office, saying that the new curator is a lady, the layout may not be so rigid but must be clean.

I thought about it and put a 15 cm diameter cactus next to the curator's desk, I hope she likes it.

But...looking at the gray-haired former curator, I began to imagine my new boss.

Ma'am? I think my mum with a feather duster came to my mind, and then my grandma went to play poker with a cane.

When I got home from get off work, I went to the supermarket to buy a pack of milk for the elderly.

Thinking that if the new curator does not drink coffee, he can drink this.

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December 19, 20x1, the weather was overcast and the temperature was 17 degrees.

Today, I systematically learned about the curator's work. It's a bit difficult, so let's wait for the curator to arrive.

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On December 20, 20x1, the weather was light rain and the temperature was 15 degrees.

It's so cold, how can my warm country of Leni be so cold!

And I have to pick up the curator today, I hope the new curator will not be scared away by such cruel weather.

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December 20, 20x1, at eleven o'clock in the evening, the weather was light rain and the temperature was 14 degrees.

Add to today's diary:

In the afternoon, I went to pick up the new director with a few people in the library.

I thought it was just the few of us, but when we arrived at the airport, we found out that I was small.

The dozens of people who are all over the place are people whose faces I have only seen on TV before.

It turns out that the handover of the new curator is so serious.

The belly draft that I have written and revised many times before memorizing is completely useless.

I could only take a few pictures from a distance, and I didn't even know who the new director was.

The boss didn't think of me until after dinner, called me from the embassy and introduced me to the director.

I finally saw the curator!

The curator is neither mother nor grandma!

A young and beautiful sister.

I don't chase stars, but I suddenly feel that I can chase the curator.

It's the kind of chase that treats her as my idol.

There were many people at that time, she just said hello to me. After knowing that I would be her assistant in the future, she didn't say anything, only said that she would trouble me in the future.

What trouble, that's my honor.

The back is the home I took her back to... Can it be called the dormitory?

She probably drank too much, or maybe she was tired from flying over, so she leaned on the back seat and closed her eyes when she got into the car.

I don't know if she is asleep or not, I kept peeking at her from the rearview mirror while waiting for the traffic lights.

She wore a white shirt with a black trench coat, which made her particularly abstinent.

wait, eyes?

I looked again, she really didn't know when she opened her eyes, and at this moment my eyes met in the rearview mirror.

I admit, I panicked when my eyes met.

And then I got behind.

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On December 21, 20x1, the weather was moderately rainy and the temperature was 15 degrees.

There is good news and bad news.

The good news is that the car in front of the rear-end collision last night was not seriously damaged, and I only need to pay 500 yuan.

The bad news is that when I went to pick up the director for work this morning, the director had already gone to the embassy by himself, and he told me to wait a while and go to her office after her meeting.

I'm panicking right now.

I suspect that the curator thinks I'm not a careful person because of my rear-end accident last night.

I saw her coming to work this morning, she was afraid, she didn't dare to take my car anymore.

I may… be out of a job.

I'm back, just out of the curator's office.

New news, I just learned the Chinese name of the curator, Duanmu Zhengjie, it sounds really nice.

I decided to go back tonight and pick up Chinese again to learn.

Also, I'm not unemployed, the curator didn't call me in because he wanted me to get out, but to tell me the content of the meeting just now.

In addition to this, she also asked me to open a reimbursement form, saying that the tailgating last night could be reimbursed, and she would sign it for me.

The curator is such a nice guy.

Stop talking, I'm going to start work, I'm going to impress her with my diligence and professionalism!

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December 22, 20x1, the weather was showery and the temperature was 16 degrees.

Damn, why is the weather so cold and changeable!

I am afraid that my curator will not adapt to it. She runs up and down every day to understand the situation on our side.

Suddenly it rained again in the afternoon, her secretary didn't hold the umbrella for her in time, and she was caught in the rain!

I'm so angry! This secretary can't let me do it, can I?

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December 23, 20x1, the weather was overcast and the temperature was 17 degrees.

It finally stopped raining today, but my curator started to cough. I suspected she had a cold. I gave her a granule, and she actually thanked me.

Hey, thank you.

But she still didn't let me pick her up to and from get off work today. In the afternoon, she got off work on time. When she passed by my place, I wondered if my eyes were too hot. She stopped and hesitated. Ask me what's wrong.

I am embarrassed to say that I can drive her, for fear that the shadow left by the last rear-end collision has not been removed, so I can only say nothing.

Then watched her walk out.

Sad.

Forget it, I decided to write three articles tonight praising her for her hard work.

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December 26, 20x1, the weather was fine and the temperature was 20 degrees.

Today's weather is the climate that my country should have in Leni!

I've been a little busy these days, so I didn't write a diary very much. I went out with the curator to get to know the leaders of each link. I was very tired.

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January 1, 20x2, the weather was fine and the temperature was 21 degrees.

It's a few days off and the weather is so good. I really want to ask the curator to go out on a boat and go fishing to the best of the landowner's friendship, but I'm too embarrassed.

Tangled.

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January 3, 20x2, the weather was fine and the temperature was 22 degrees.

I finally got up the courage to call the curator last night and ask what the curator is going to do during the holidays!

She said she was going to visit here, I immediately recommended myself, saying that I am familiar with this place like my own home, and if she does not dislike it, I can take her to play and be her tour guide!

The curator laughed softly over the phone, I don't know the description, it's the kind of very **** low voice!

I feel like I'm going to die.

My ears felt as if I had been electrocuted, and half of my body was numb.

After laughing, she said yes.

I rolled around all night without falling asleep, got up at six in the morning to take a shower and get dressed, and then ride my beloved little motorcycle to pick her up.

She was stunned when she saw me, and I must have blushed.

I don't think I'm too overdressed, just a tight knitted sweater and a pair of ripped jeans.

However, I didn't expect her dress up. She wore a floral dress, and the smog blue was dotted with crimson flowers. She was very ladylike, completely different from her usual cold and abstinence in suits and shoes.

My heart skipped a beat, I almost couldn't brake, and finally I hit a lamp post and stopped.

I parked the car and turned around, she took two steps back for some unknown reason, and later she asked me to get a motorcycle driver's license before getting into my back seat.

The curator is the curator. The sense of law-abiding is so good that he will not drive me without a license.

Then she hugged and I hit the lamp post again.

Sad we didn't end up riding a motorcycle.

The curator said that motorcycles are windy and she is afraid of cold. Well, her body is more important.

I originally imagined that I would ride a motorcycle with her along the coastline, and look at the flowers on the left and the sea on the right.

We also visited the old town and she treated me to an orange ice cream.

The boss put a small cookie on top of my ice cream, in the shape of a white bunny, and on the curator's vanilla ice cream was a big bad wolf.

The curator also looked at my rabbit several times, and I reluctantly wanted to give it to her.

But she didn't want it.

She must know I like it too!

The curator is so gentle!