"There's so much nonsense, just follow me!" Han Bing said in a cold tone.
But I knew that this sister spoke like this, so I was not annoyed and followed me obediently, feeling very at ease in my heart.
It seems that I am a cheap person. People don’t talk to me properly, but I still feel happy.
After a while, I walked to the small white building of No. 1 Middle School.
The most famous building in City No. 1 Middle School is this small white building, because it is in the center of the entire campus, with a flagpole in front, and a flag-raising ceremony is held here every Monday.[
The Xiaobai Building has only two floors, making it the smallest building in No. 1 Middle School in the city, but it is also the oldest building.
The walls of the small white building are covered with green vines, mixed with some unknown small white flowers. The whole building gives people a simple and quiet feeling.
Its main function is to serve as a library. The entire first floor is a place for students to borrow and read books.
The second floor is the radio room. Popular music is played during recess activities on campus, the national anthem is played during the flag-raising ceremony, and poets on campus read their works here.
Because of the two weeks of military training, I didn't have much contact with this small white building. However, as the landmark building of No. 1 Middle School, it has long been one of the legends in the hearts of every student.
Han Bing led me straight to the second floor, opened the door to the broadcast room, and called me in.
"Sister Bing, are you from the broadcast room?" As soon as I came in, I sat on the large leather sofa and looked at a set of unnamed broadcast equipment by the window. I only dared to marvel at it and didn't dare to come forward to play with it.
, I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will lose my entire fortune and it will not be enough.
"No." Han Bing said disapprovingly: "I'm from the student union, I just have the key to this place."
"Oh." I'm not surprised that a girl like Han Bing works in the student union.
There was a small fish tank on the coffee table. There were two small goldfish swimming around in it. I put my finger in and fiddled with it, and the goldfish ran away in panic.
"Huh?" Han Bing moved a chair and sat across from me, "You look like you're okay?"
I touched my face, and there were still some wet tears on it. Thinking of the way I had shed tears in public just now, I laughed sheepishly.