Xing Baohua believes that this female instructor has become possessed by a demon.

He's reached a point of irrationality, willing to give up everything for a chance to go abroad. How crazy must one be to say something like that?

If Xing Baohua was just joking, why did she take it seriously? Fortunately, Xing Baohua has her own bottom line.

If it were someone without any moral compass, they would definitely try to cheat her out of her body and money.

Sometimes you feel sorry for these kinds of people, but sometimes they don't deserve any sympathy at all.

In the late 1970s and early 1980s, there was indeed a surge in people going abroad. Going abroad was a matter of prestige and honor.

However, this period was mainly for students to study abroad and then return to serve their country. Another part of it was for observation and to see the gap between us and the outside world.

Only a small portion of them go abroad at their own expense. And it is precisely this small group that faces a relatively difficult life. Those students, if they work hard, can get scholarships or even earn a lot of extra money by taking on part-time jobs.

If Guo Hongxia manages to leave through certain channels, perhaps she can make a name for herself...

Anything is possible. What is the ultimate goal for all these students?

Xing Baohua didn't dwell on these things; that girl was ultimately none of his concern.

The next day, Xing Baohua got up early and was just about to go out when Guo Hongxia came over with breakfast.

Xing Baohua looked at the food in her hand and said, "What is this...?"

"I just bought you some breakfast casually, I don't know what you like to eat. If you don't like what I bought, I can cook in my dorm and make you some steamed buns or noodles or something," Guo Hongxia said with a smile.

"You don't need to do this. I really can't help you. To tell you the truth, I was just joking with you before. Really!" As she spoke, Xing Baohua found a tree branch, squatted down, and wrote "Home squatting - inside the house."

Explaining each word one by one.

Guo Hongxia stared wide-eyed at Xing Baohua, wanting to call him a liar.

"How old are you this year?" Xing Baohua asked.

Guo Hongxia didn't understand, blinked at Xing Baohua, and finally said, "26."

"I'm only 19, and you already want to take advantage of a young girl?" Guo Hongxia blushed a little when Xing Baohua said this.

The meaning is clear: there's a significant age gap between the two, so they shouldn't dwell on that aspect.

Guo Hongxia handed the food she was holding to Xing Baohua and ran away. She had no choice but to run; it would be too embarrassing.

"From now on, jokes should be made with different people?" Xing Baohua muttered to himself.

After breakfast, I prepared to go to my sister-in-law's place.

First, find out how to get there by public transport. There's a performing arts troupe near the August 1st Auditorium on Hero Mountain.

It's a very obvious landmark building, and easy to find. Just tell Xing Baohua to walk south to Jingshi Road and take bus number 2.

No need to reverse, but it's a bit tiring for your legs and shoes. I walked three miles but still couldn't find the No. 2 bus stop.

We only saw the bus stop sign when we arrived at the artificial stadium.

When you arrive at the location, tell the security guard you are looking for Geng Ling, register the information, and wait for Geng Ling to come and pick you up.

A few minutes later, Geng Ling came out dressed in a J outfit, looking dashing and spirited.

"You're here very early today! Come in with me." Geng Ling led Xing Baohua into the courtyard.

"There are some things I need to tell you," Geng Ling said as they walked.

"Yes." Xing Baohua nodded in response. After all, it was a large compound with many rules, which he understood.

"Don't look at things casually, and even more importantly, don't say things casually. Lastly, don't call me 'sister' or... 'auntie'," Geng Ling emphasized.

Xing Baohua nodded again. Everything else was secondary; it was the final instruction that was truly important!

Upon entering the rehearsal hall, many girls wearing green short-sleeved shirts were practicing their dance routines.

"Sit over there. Try not to smoke if you can." Geng Ling knew that Xing Baohua smoked, so she reminded him again.

"good."

I watched them train for over an hour before they took a short break. Many of the girls had already noticed Xing Baohua watching them from the side.

They were pointing at Xing Baohua, seemingly discussing something.

Soon, the band's teachers came in one after another, each carrying their tools of the trade.

The last person to enter was a middle-aged man who walked with a commanding presence. He was carrying a small wooden stick.

The girls who were resting quickly lined up.

“Before you sing this song, Geng Ling, recite the lyrics again as if they were a poem. Put your emotions into it. That way, when you sing, your feelings will blend seamlessly with the lyrics,” the middle-aged man said, pointing a wooden stick at Geng Ling.

The morning passed slowly, and Geng Ling sang three times, each time requiring a retake.

Middle-aged people were dissatisfied with her singing skills and dedication.

Geng Ling was so moved by what she was told that she almost cried.

Xing Baohua felt helpless in this regard, as she really didn't know anything about it. Perhaps Grandpa Li could help her if he came.

After being rejected again, Geng Ling looked in the direction where Xing Baohua was sitting with tears in her eyes.

Xing Baohua thought to herself, "Is this someone invited to appreciate my work? Or is this someone sent to save the day? How can I save them?"

Perhaps the middle-aged commander noticed Geng Ling's profile and turned his gaze towards her, glancing at Xing Baohua before asking, "Who is he?"

"author."

"The author? The author of this song?" The middle-aged conductor turned to look at Xing Baohua again, then walked away.

"Hello, I am Zhu Kaihua, the first conductor and deputy head of the cultural troupe," the middle-aged conductor introduced himself.

"Hello, leader, no, sir, I am Xing Baohua, an employee of Luzhong Machinery Factory. You can just call me Xiao Xing," Xing Baohua quickly stood up and said.

"The song you wrote is indeed very good, especially helpful in boosting morale for our team in southern Xinjiang. On behalf of..." the commander said politely.

"Xiao Geng has no problem with her singing technique, the only problem is that she needs to put in more emotion. Time is a bit tight, and we also have a mission to go south to perform for the local people. If she still can't get into the zone, I'll have to replace her."

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