He glanced at Mo Fanghai's square, "For two consecutive years, the first place in the female soldiers' shooting competition in the military region was in their division. But they didn't get a single ten-ring shot."
Mo Fanghai didn't expect that he would be used as a negative example, and the smile on his face was very stiff.
Looking at the face that looked exactly like his sister and listening to Wei Liao's undisguised admiration and praise, Xu Siyu lowered his head with mixed feelings.
All in all, the two leaders of the 16th Division looked very unhappy.
"Commander, what you said is wrong."
Su Wenzheng, who had brought Fu Haitang here, happened to catch up with this. She smiled and said, "If you have seen the musical rehearsed by Comrade Jiang Yuman, you should be thankful that she chose us to be the screenwriter."
The female soldiers in the female soldiers' company are certainly not good, but Jiang Yuman's situation is most suitable for being a screenwriter teacher.
"I am really looking forward to seeing the musical performance of your art troupe more and more."
Wei Liao smiled and said, "The programs we watched before were all the same. This time, a new screenwriter has come, so we can see something new."
At his age and experience, he can speak whatever he wants and say whatever he thinks.
Su Wenzheng looked at Ji Fangshu's slightly disdainful smile and smiled too. The other party might still stubbornly believe that the art troupe was the vulnerable opponent?
In all the performances, she had never been better than the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe. This time, with Jiang Yuman's good script, they were no longer the same as before.
Led by Wei Liao, the others also followed suit and made a few teasing remarks, but thinking that Fu Jingchen still had a moving target shooting competition, they let him go after not talking for too long.
Watching Jiang Yuman and the other three walk away, Xu Siyu loosened his collar, stood up from his seat, and left the podium under the pretext of walking around.
He looked around and finally found Chu Wenzhou next to the warehouse.
"What are you doing sitting here?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "The game is about to start, why don't you get ready?"
Chu Wenzhou stretched out his hand and threw out a stone without saying anything.
"Don't worry, what I promised you before still counts."
As if seeing his inner worry, Xu Siwen smiled helplessly, "With so many people here today, why don't you just tell your uncle who you want to find and he will help you find it, isn't that okay?"
"Really?" Chu Wenzhou instantly perked up, "Even if I didn't get first place?"
"Weighted cross-country shooting doesn't count. Isn't there another competition?" Xu Siyu patted his shoulder, "Uncle believes in you."
He showed trust on his face and expressed his willingness to help find someone. Chu Wenzhou thought of the girl who had been haunting his dreams, and all his limbs instantly gained strength.
"Jiang Wanxia," he said the name he had repeated countless times, looking straight at Xu Siyu as he did when he was a child, "Uncle, she should be a cultural soldier, ask my aunt to help me find her."
Xu Si's eyebrows were raised, "Looking for a girl again?"
"This time is different," Chu Wenzhou said, "I'm serious. Just ask your aunt to help me find it."
"Okay." Xu Siyu pinched his brows, "You are not a child anymore. You should consider the consequences before doing anything. Don't let your parents and us worry about everything."
"I know."
After hearing Xu Siyu agree to his request, Chu Wenzhou accepted all the subsequent instructions.
Even on the way to the moving target shooting competition, he walked with the wind.
Weighted cross-country shooting is indeed not his strong point, and he is also affected by the venue. He must master the moving target shooting.
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