"Okay, I'll pay attention," seeing Tao Xiaotong was angry, Zhang Sumei smiled and pulled her hand, "Just don't get angry with me." Finally, she added this sentence.
Tao Xiaotong would never really get angry with her, so she reluctantly changed the subject.
She could even find out about those who were close to Zhang Sumei, let alone those around Tian Minjing.
But unlike these two people who had something to say, everyone around Tian Minjing tacitly chose to keep silent.
With high-intensity training every day and a light diet, Tian Minjing lost a lot of weight.
At Political Commissar Zhuo's family dinner the day before, President Gao looked at Tian Minjing sitting across from him, and out of professional habit, he couldn't help but ask her to take care of her health.
“It’s good to be busy with work, but your health is the most important thing.”
"It's been so long since we last met. You've lost so much weight. You can't just eat vegetables, you have to eat some oily and meaty foods too." Perhaps it's a professional habit, he advocates nutritional balance.
Zhang Yurong's eyes swept over her sister-in-law, and she was also wondering why the training of the General Military Region Art Troupe was so tiring that even the female soldiers in the choir were so exhausted.
"Dad, if you don't know, don't give me any advice." Gao Fei thought he knew the reason and kindly explained, "The lead singer has to practice every day, and they're required to eat light meals."
A minute on stage is the product of ten years of hard work off stage. The General Military Region Art Troupe has maintained its standing thanks to its own unique methodology and theories.
"Really?" Dean Gao's face lit up when his daughter said that. "That's great."
Others also looked at Tian Minjing. Facing the gazes of so many people, the smile on her face looked very unnatural.
If she was really the lead singer, she would have agreed without hesitation. But now it was like this, making her extremely embarrassed and unable to explain.
In his peripheral vision, Zhuo Qinghuai's expression seemed a little depressed.
Tian's mother was afraid that others would ask about Tian Minjing's suitability as the lead singer of the General Military Region Art Troupe, so she quickly changed the subject. She was so anxious that she was very stiff.
Everyone present was smart and could guess most of what was going on based on her reactions, but no one spoke out loud. There was a thin layer of window paper between them, and they all tacitly diverted the topic to other places.
Political Commissar Zhuo raised his glass and drank another.
"Grandpa, drink less." Zhuo You said in a baby voice when he saw this.
"My little granddaughter, grandpa's love for you is not in vain." Looking at his little granddaughter, Political Commissar Zhuo seemed to feel better. He took her and placed her on his knees.
With Youyou blocking her view, Tian Minjing couldn't see the old man's expression, and her heart was in turmoil.
The sounds of people talking and laughing around her seemed far away from her. She always felt that these people were laughing at her behind her back.
But no matter how aggrieved she felt, as the daughter-in-law of Political Commissar Zhuo, she had to personally send these people out one by one. The way others looked at her made her feel very uncomfortable.
Tian's mother was the last one to arrive. Zhuo Qinghuai's son was tripped up by others, and there was no one else.
"Mom, why were you so anxious to change the subject just now?" Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Tian Minjing couldn't hold it in any longer.
To be honest, I was laughed at because of my mother.
"I'm just afraid people will question you," Tian's mother said, feeling aggrieved. "I mean well, and you're blaming me?"
Tian Minjing was even more annoyed. "You reacted so strongly at that time. Anyone who is not stupid would know that I was not selected."
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