"Okay, we newcomers have already wading through the water once, and our radio department has already counted the data. Since the students' reaction, first of all, the best voice is the literary station on Wednesday, as if the explanation of "Dream of Red Mansions" has made many teachers in the school appreciate it, and continue to work hard to get a good ranking in the provincial league." "It's all a thank you."

Li Wanru's partner is quite self-aware. Everyone applauded, and his eyes were full of envy.

Sun Hanlin also glared at Li Wanru and gave a hand-like thumbs up.

Xiaoxiao has been drifting in the world for so long, and she has long heard the smell of gossip! If it were someone else, Li Wanru must have been a diplomatic wife Peng Liyuan-like polite smile. When she saw Sun Hanlin, she was Mona Lisa and the goddess of liberty smiled.

"Well, the favorite platform for boys this week is still the same one."

Xiao Xiao curled her lips and thought to herself: It seems so amazing. Logically speaking, the music station should be the most popular, the story station is the most boring, and now the charm of the literary voice has become the first, and I feel so heartbroken! Sun Hanlin is really, I have nothing to do, I play on the spot, singing Eason Chan's "Ten Years". This is not kyv, why are you singing!

"The favorite thing girls like this week is Thursday's music station!"

Sun Hanlin happily grabbed Xiaoxiao's hair and said happily, "See you, have you? It's our group!"

Xiaoxiao's ponytail was pulled loose by Sun Hanlin, and Xiaoxiao grimaced at Sun Hanlin.

"Sun Hanlin, you have a great ability on the scene, but since things start, there is no reason to end!"

"Don't worry, senior sister, I'm starting out, someone will definitely sign up in the future!"

Xiao Xiao is not ready for the next episode of the music, so she can only worry. Only when the truly touching things are taken out will someone really want to listen to it. Originally, the music station played music most of the time, and the host's voice was not special, so the sense of existence was naturally low. Everyone likes music, but it does not mean it is deeply rooted in people's hearts. How can such a song be found? Xiao Xiao was very bored these two days. When she listened to the radio station by chance, she solved the problem. She wanted to find a story-oriented music. Since there is no music in the music, then add it yourself, and add the story directly! Xiao Xiao finally convinced Sun Hanlin.

Once upon a time, there was a temple in the beautiful peach blossom forest. There was an old monk and a little monk. The old monk started to train a little monk since he was a child. The little monk gradually grew up, but he was tired of life in the mountains and wanted to go down the mountain to experience it.

The old monk did not allow it, "Hey, you little bald man, I have raised you for so long, why are you disobedient! There is a wolf at the foot of the mountain! Be careful to be eaten!"

The little monk pouted, it was pink and tender. "Master, you lied to me! I want to go down the mountain! Let me go down the mountain!"

"Little bald man, have a meal while it's hot. The master has made you your favorite potato stewed mushrooms!" The old monk touched the little monk's face with a smile, and kissed the little monk's mouth.

The young monk was unyielding and finally refused to eat. He was so angry that he closed the door directly.

"Okay! They are all mine! It smells so good!" The little monk was so angry that he trembled. He smelled the fragrance of potatoes again, and his saliva flowed down.

It was a stalemate for a day. In the middle of the night the next day, the door opened. The little monk was sleeping soundly, but he felt something hit him. He reached out and touched it. The little monk threw the steamed bun out casually.

Another day later, at night, the little monk smelled a scent at night, ran out in a daze, and saw a very thick peach tree with big and round shiny peaches on it. The little monk was so happy that he wanted to climb the peach tree, but his stomach was roaring, and he couldn't touch the peach. The little monk sat sadly next to the peach tree, with his head hanging on his shoulders, and his eyelashes hanging on his face, "Master! I'm so hungry! I'd have known I wouldn't throw the steamed buns out! Master, I'm so hungry! I want to go down the mountain!"

Under the moonlight, the thousands of years of peach trees were like a little girl blinking her eyes, and a few peaches fell into the arms of the little monk.

The little monk was so happy that he stuffed peaches into his mouth, "It's so delicious!"

After the little monk finished eating, he slept for a long time, held a few big peaches and sneaked back to the temple.

The peach trees on the back mountain are shiny, "This little bald man is really edible. He ate my hundreds of years of cultivation in one breath!"
Chapter completed!