The people in the broadcast room just raised their heads and glanced at me, wondering if they recognized me, and then lowered their heads and went about their own business. They must have been used to having strange visitors here at any time.
Xiaomai also noticed me, took off her earphones and said, "Sister Bing is not here."
"I know, I'm here to find you." This sentence still didn't attract the attention of others. It seemed that my caution was very unnecessary.
Xiaomai stood up, with some doubts on his eyebrows, but he didn't show it too obviously, and Shi Shiran walked out.
I noticed that there was nothing unusual about his steps. Although his body was thin, he was full of vitality. It seemed that Brother Long had not used violence against him, so I felt a little relieved.[
We were standing in the second-floor corridor of the small white building. There were no windows here, only a protective wall over one meter high. There were some vines spreading up from the wall, but it was approaching late autumn and most of them had withered and turned yellow.
I bent my waist, leaned my arms against the wall, and looked at the students chasing each other on campus below. I didn't know where to start, and I was just stunned.
"What do you want from me?" Maima finally spoke first. Instead of looking below, he looked at the sky. Some birds were flying over the campus, making a sharp neighing sound.
"Last time Chen Zhe was hung on the school gate, Brother Long came to me to find out about the situation." I believe this matter has spread among the students of No. 1 Middle School.
"Well, what next?" Mai didn't seem to understand what I wanted to say.
Is it still a bit too obscure? I frowned slightly and added: "Hu Xiaoyang was hung outside the gate using the same method this morning, and Brother Long just happened to find you..."
Only then did Xiaomai smile and understand what I meant. "Brother Long didn't come to me for that matter."
"Oh?" I didn't expect this.
Actually, I want to ask what Brother Long came to see you for? But I feel like I have already meddleed in too many other things. Since Brother Long didn’t do anything to him, then my worry is unnecessary. This little trip
The trip to the White House is finally over.
I pulled off a slightly withered ivy leaf from the wall and tied it in my hand.