The screenwriter needs to keep up with the times.
Although Jiang Yuman lived in the staff quarters, she still needed to practice at noon and at night to catch up with the progress.
There are dormitories, which is convenient for lunch breaks.
Zhuang Wanqi nodded, said a few more words, then turned around and went out to prepare.
Unlike the female soldiers in the 㫧工團, the screenwriter teacher lives in a single room dormitory.
Although it is also on the same floor, the conditions are much better.
With instructions from Captain Su, Zhuang Wanqi went to the military headquarters to borrow some people, moved all the basic furniture into the room, and gave it a simple clean.
As a result, she did not show up in the practice room during the dance practice time in the morning.
In the afternoon, the female soldiers of the Labor Corps went to the training ground again.
Team leader Zhuang appeared briefly, took them to the training ground, and left quickly.
Jiang Wanxia didn't even find a chance to complain.
In the afternoon at the training ground, Captain Hao led everyone to stand at attention and run. She was tired and sweaty, and soon she had no time to think about anything else.
It wasn't until I finished washing up and lay in bed at night that I thought of this thing again.
"By the way, what has Team Leader Zhuang been busy with today?" someone asked in the room at this moment.
"I have heard of it,"
The female soldier on the upper bunk was lying on her stomach, looking down at them. "I heard that we will have a scriptwriting teacher soon. Team Leader Zhuang is probably preparing for this."
"Zhang Qi, how come you are so well-informed?" The others looked at each other and smiled.
"I went to the restroom today and heard Team Leader Zhuang instructing those people to help move things," Zhang Qi explained.
Everyone suddenly realized.
For a moment, I felt both novel and nervous.
"Will the new scriptwriter be Mr. Kokoro?"
"Don't even think about it. If it was Mr. Kokoro, the team leader would have come to inform us a long time ago. It must be another screenwriter."
Hearing this, the others immediately curled their lips, "That's hopeless. Who can compete with Teacher Xin? When the military district's grand performance comes, we will just be there to make fun of others."
Jiang Wanxia thought so too.
Of course, she not only felt sorry for the script, but also felt sorry for rejecting the olive branch from Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe.
If she had known that Teacher Xin would continue to cooperate with Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, she should have agreed to the proposal of Director Ji...
It's too late to talk about this now.
Jiang Wanxia closed her eyes and forced herself not to think too much.
Now is not the time to worry about the script, she must strive to get the lead dancer position in this performance.
With such determination, she quickly fell asleep.
The others trained all day and didn't chat for too long.
The dormitory almost fell into silence.
At this time in the family compound, Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen were still awake.
Remembering that she was going to the labor union tomorrow, Jiang Yuman started talking about this matter.
After confirming that he had heard correctly, Fu Jingchen looked at her intently and did not speak for a long time.
Several emotions intertwined, and in the end, joy and pride prevailed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Yuman waved her hand in front of him and said, "I say, for this performance of the troupe, Captain Su decided to use the musical I wrote to praise your Shenfeng Battalion. Are you looking forward to it?"
Fu Jingchen took her hand and brought her into his arms, "Looking forward to it."
Thinking that she was beautiful and talented, even someone as confident and outstanding as Fu Jingchen felt a sense of crisis at this moment.
It was only when I looked at Fu Siyi crawling around on the bed that I felt a little less of a crisis.
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