He Qingran's eyes lit up. She pictured the scene in her mind and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Most of her tension melted away. It was true—the faint light of dawn filled a person with energy and high spirits, making one want to recite something with passion. How could she possibly feel nervous now?
She smiled and nodded vigorously. "Brother Kun, thanks!"
Liu Mingkun smiled and scratched his hair. He turned to Xia Zhaoyun and said, "Comrade Xia, why don't you take the kids to the front to watch? I'll be here with Comrade He."
He gestured to the badge hanging around his neck. "Look, I'm the liaison from the Capital City General Supply and Marketing Cooperative, in charge of the clothing and food sponsorship for this Golden Microphone competition. As long as I'm here, no one will bully Comrade He."
Seeing He Qingran nod her approval, Xia Zhaoyun thanked Liu Mingkun, then took the two children by the hand and returned to the audience seats.
