Xia Enruo sat below, staring intently at Jiang Pei's changing expression, waiting for her to explode.

Seeing her embarrassed expression and somewhat stiff movements, and then whispering to her comrades, it seemed that the treatment was already taking effect.

Jiang Pei has committed numerous evils, so this punishment is too lenient for her.

Even if it breaks her heart, it wouldn't be a pity.

Although this time it won't kill her, it will make her suffer for a while, and at the very least, it will make her lose face.

What she values ​​most is the appreciation of her superiors; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to maintain her position in the performing arts troupe for so long.

She has made many mistakes in recent performances, and if she embarrasses herself again this time, the whole unit will know about it.

Her reputation is completely ruined; her superiors will definitely have a negative opinion about her professional skills and dedication.

It's easy to go down, but difficult to come back up. She probably won't have a chance to stand out in the performing arts troupe anymore.

Jiang Pei was sweating profusely, and her comrades knew at a glance that she wasn't lying.

He must have been holding in his poop really hard, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to act so realistically.

To save face for the cultural troupe and maintain the overall situation, internal strife is not worthwhile at this time.

"I'll go. Jiang Pei, you switch with me and take the last seat."

Dancers are experienced in handling unexpected situations; they can easily change positions by simply altering a few movements to the music.

The audience below the stage were so engrossed in watching that they assumed it was part of the performance and didn't pay any attention to it.

Xia Enruo knew that Jiang Pei couldn't hold back anymore. Otherwise, why would someone change the lead dancer halfway through a dance? She must have been afraid of embarrassing herself, so she changed the formation.

Seeing this, she knew the arrow was already on the bowstring. Perhaps at this moment, Jiang Pei was like a wild horse that had broken free, dreaming of living in the bathroom to release her pent-up emotions.

Xia Enruo slightly raised the corners of her mouth and quietly observed everything on the stage.

Hao Qibiao, the head of the cultural troupe, stood aside, completely bewildered.

"What is this???? What kind of move is this?!"

"Why have we never rehearsed before? What are these kids doing? How dare they not perform according to the rehearsal during the show?"

This is not the time for innovation. If things go wrong at this critical juncture, wouldn't all the bold words I made in front of Lu Tuan be a slap in the face?

He had just recently received praise from the division for his two songs written by Xia Enruo, and before he could even enjoy the recognition, a performance mishap occurred. Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?

Hao Qibiao's palms were sweating profusely, his hair was practically standing on end, and he didn't dare take his eyes off the stage for a moment.

Jiang Pei changed her position and stood at the very back of the line. Her stiff movements made her look like a puppet on a string, and she was increasingly unable to keep up with the rhythm.

At that moment, her mind was completely occupied with diarrhea, and there was no room left for her to think about dancing.

Just as she was about to jump again, she clearly lost control of her sphincter muscles, and a spurt came out.

Jiang Pei used all her strength to hold back her breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Perhaps it was the impact of gravity from that cup of herbal tea that made her stomach churn, and she felt like she was about to fart.

She knew that if this anger were released, it would be like a dam releasing a flood, and it wouldn't be able to be contained...

She felt dizzy, her face turned deathly pale, and her scalp began to tingle.

Looking at everything below the stage felt like an earthquake; if I didn't step down now, it would be an irreversible disaster for me.

Unable to bear the unbearable bloating and pain in her abdomen, she clutched her buttocks and ran offstage.

The moment Lu Zhenhua saw Jiang Pei flee, his expression subtly changed, and Hao Qibiao noticed the rising and falling anger between his brows.

"Damn it, this time it's all over. Jiang Pei really shot herself in the foot this time. Her good fortune didn't last long!"

Jiang Pei held her breath, sucked in her stomach as hard as she could, and finally couldn't hold back when she rushed backstage, letting out a loud fart.

A sudden warmth made her feel cozy.

She ran and sprayed air as she went, just like a jet plane taking off.

She also felt a thrilling sense of exhilaration as she took off.

The comrades in the corridor were also dumbfounded when they saw this scene. They had never known that Jiang Pei had learned to whistle with her mouth closed.

The sound was quite loud, but after a while, a strange odor filled their nasal passages, causing them to cover their mouths.

That completely shattered any illusions of worship, realizing that she was actually in a hurry to relieve herself.

The hallway reeked of a foul odor, and the comrades waiting in the wings all rushed into their rooms, closed the doors, and dared not show their heads.

Jiang Pei blushed and pushed open the wooden door to the bathroom, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks the moment she stood at the door of the toilet stall.

She burst into tears on the spot.

By this time she had already lost all feeling, and the problem was completely resolved along the way!

Now I feel incredibly comfortable in my abdomen, and the bloating and pain are gone.

The drama "Youth" finally came to an end with a graceful dance performed by the comrades.

Hao Qibiao followed the crowd backstage and was about to start cursing when the stench that filled the corridor made him shut his mouth.

"Ugh! This guy just pooped right there? It stinks! Where did everyone go?! What's with this smell? Why don't we open the windows and doors to let it dissipate?!"

Hearing the troupe leader's shouts, the soldiers of the cultural troupe opened the door one by one and peeked out from the lounge, pinching their noses.

"What are you all doing hiding in there? Where is this stench coming from? It smells like someone just took a dump right there!"

Hao Qibiao shouted as he walked.

"Commander, you're right, it was...it was Jiang Peila!"

"What the hell?! Jiang Peila, what the hell does this mean? Explain yourself clearly!"

The young soldier didn't care about anything else and came out of the house.

"It's Jiang Pei's. Jiang Pei ran out from backstage, pooping as she ran, all the way to the bathroom, and she's still in there! She... she might have diarrhea!"

Hao Qibiao belatedly realized what was happening and quickly lifted his foot to take a look.

The look of disgust on his face practically brought out all those age-old wrinkles.

"Oh my god!!! This is fucking terrible!!!!"

No wonder she seemed off on stage just now. She's like an old donkey that's been grinding dung and pee for too long; she's getting worse and worse at being presentable.

If a high-ranking leader comes to give another performance in the future, we absolutely cannot use her. If we do that again then, it will be the death of our entire troupe!

What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and grab a mop and water to clean the floor! They were eating upstairs!

Let's move on to the solo performances first and deal with these issues first!

The comrades who had just stepped down from the stage all listened with extreme disgust and displeasure.

Jiang Pei has never had a single good thing happen to her; in the cultural troupe, she's even allowed to bully everyone.

Now that he has diarrhea, everyone has to help clean it up. It's disgusting!

Although everyone looked unwilling, they had no choice but to obey the commander's order.

They tiptoed along the wall to the water room to get water for cleaning the floor.