Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

After the second class one afternoon, I heard a boy reciting a poem he had written on the school radio.This boy seemed to be in a young age, and hadn't experienced the voice change period. His voice was a little immature, but it was very nice, and it aroused the reverie of a lot of girls.

"Hi everyone, I'm Xiaomai from the third grade of junior high school. The summer is scorching hot, and all the students on campus..."

Then he recited a poem about summer, the artistic conception is beautiful, under the background of his voice, it seems to return to the summer of childhood, the night with the sound of cicadas and frogs...

After listening to it, I remembered that Han Bing had led me to the radio room last time, so I wanted to try my luck and see if I could find her in the radio room.In fact, with Han Bing's reputation in the city's No. [-] Middle School, it's easy to find out her whereabouts, but I don't know why I don't want to let too many people know that I have a very close relationship with the chairman of the student union .

Probably the aftereffects of being ridiculed by the old-fashioned, I am worried that I will be ridiculed by others again. [

Stepping onto the small white building surrounded by vines again, the boy named Maimai was reciting his second poem, which was also about summer nights. Listening to his pure voice, the turmoil in his heart gradually calmed down. .

When I came to the second floor, I saw the iron door with the words "Broadcasting Room" printed on it, but I didn't knock on it.Because Xiaomai was still reciting poems at this time, I was worried that if I knocked on the door, it would affect his performance.

It was nothing more than a poem, and the radio had been replaced with brisk pop songs. Until then, I knocked lightly on the door.

As a result, the door was ajar, and when I knocked, it was gently pushed open. Sure enough, I saw a young boy in the grade sitting in front of the expensive broadcasting equipment, wearing a big earphone, and was operating. Unfamiliar equipment.

Judging by 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 hint of doubt in his eyes. He took off his earphones and asked, "Who are you?"

Presumably he is Mai Mai. Seeing such a cute little boy, anyone can't help but love and pity him.

I smiled and asked, "Is Han Bing here?"

"Are you looking for Sister Bing?" Mai Mai smiled happily, and it could be seen that he admired Han Bing very much.