Chapter 260: The rain is about to come and the building is full of wind 1
One afternoon after the second class, I heard a boy reciting a poem he had written on the school radio. This boy seemed to be still young and had not gone through the period of voice change. His voice seemed a little immature, but it was very pleasant.
It aroused the imagination of a lot of girls.
"Hello everyone, I am Xiaomai, who is in the third grade of junior high school. The summer is hot, and all the students on campus..."
Next, he recited a poem about summer. The artistic conception was beautiful. Under his voice, he seemed to have returned to the summer of his childhood, the night with the sound of cicadas and frogs...
After listening, I remembered that Han Bing took me to the broadcasting room last time, and I wanted to try my luck to see if I could find her in the broadcasting room. In fact, with Han Bing's reputation in the city's No. 1 Middle School, it was easy to find her.
I can find out her whereabouts, but I don't know why I don't want to let too many people know that I have a close relationship with this student union president.
It's probably the aftereffects of being ridiculed by old-fashioned people, and I'm worried about being ridiculed by others again.[
Stepping onto the small white building surrounded by vines again, the boy named Xiaomai was reciting the second poem he had written, which was also about summer nights. Listening to his pure voice, the hustle and bustle in his heart gradually calmed down.
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When I came to the second floor, I looked at the iron door with the words "Broadcasting Room" printed on it, but did not knock on it. Because at this time, classmate Xiaomai was still reciting poetry, and I was worried that if I knocked on the door, it would affect his performance.
It was just a poem. The radio had been replaced by a light pop song. Only then did I knock on the door gently.
As a result, the door was ajar. When I knocked, it was gently pushed open. As expected, I saw a young boy sitting in front of the expensive broadcasting equipment, wearing a big headset and operating the video.
Equipment I don’t understand.
Judging from his age, he should be just a junior high school student. He looks very handsome, like a little girl. When he saw me suddenly barging in, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. He took off his headphones and asked, "Who are you?"
He must be Xiaomai. Seeing such a cute little boy, anyone can't help but feel pity for him.
I smiled and asked, "Is Han Bing here?"
"Are you looking for Sister Bing?" Xiaomai beamed, and it was obvious that he admired and admired Han Bing very much.