Zhang Hongcheng has no habit of hoarding supplies.
As the ancients said, “Happiness alone is not as good as happiness shared with others.”
The more others envy the treatment in their guesthouse, the happier he is as the director.
The competition is gradually coming to an end, and everyone has some idea which units will be in the top five.
Someone suddenly said something with a smile.
"A few of us shamelessly rushed to sing someone else's new song. I think the judges should be a little more lenient with the Corps Guesthouse Choir."
It was meant as a joke, but there was no malice in it.
I just look down on other people's unconventional choirs.
This is normal. We can all be nice to each other when talking about other things, but when it comes to competition, everyone is in first place.
"Hey, don't say that. I think the young comrades in the guesthouse are in good spirits."
Anyway, the team that doesn’t mention the guesthouse can get high scores.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't pay too much attention to his girlfriend's actions, but he didn't expect Chu Miaohong to have so much fun this time.
After everyone returned to the venue and sat down again, a few minutes later it was the turn of the chorus of the Corps Guesthouse in Shanghai to go on stage.
Chu Miaohong had a miserable life in her previous life, so this life is bitter first and sweet later.
With Zhang Hongcheng as her support, she finally released all the depression in her heart in this competition.
There wasn't a single gay man in the guesthouse choir that appeared in front of everyone.
Many people with good memory noticed that the guesthouse team seemed to have undergone a major change.
These young women are all young and beautiful. Just by looking at the way they walk on stage and their posture, you can tell that they all have a certain artistic background.
Especially since the first song announced by the announcer was a new song that had never been heard before, several teams that were aiming for the top five were very nervous.
"It's a hazy night, I'm looking up at the starry sky, I'm looking for a star~~~."
Chu Miaohong, who was in charge of the lead singing, had a beautiful voice and was even more beautiful.
The chorus began to sound, and those who had previously looked down on the guesthouse choir couldn't help but shudder.
Good job, Zhang Hongcheng!
Did your choir go for a last-minute facelift?
This is not good, this guy has hidden a lot of things!
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