Zhong Peilan looked at the noodles in the bowl, then looked up at everyone, moved to tears.
"Don't cry, birthday girl," Yang Yun teased. "The performance is a success, and you have another day to celebrate. Make a wish now."
Although Zhong Peilan is not the best dancer among the female soldiers, she has the most honest personality and has made great progress this time. The training for the performance was hard, and everyone worked together and accumulated deep friendships with each other.
So, the female soldiers surrounded her and sang the Japanese song in unison.
As everyone sang, Zhong Peilan closed her eyes, her face full of piety. "I hope we can be as good as the General Military Region Art Troupe and step onto a bigger stage than this one."
After making the wish, he opened his eyes and looked at Su Wenzheng and others.
Yang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How could you be so naive, even making a wish for the art troupe to perform on your birthday?"
The girls also joked and teased her, "If you tell her your wish, it won't come true."
"Huh?" Zhong Peilan was a little panicked. "Will it not work if I say it out loud?"
The female soldiers were just joking, but she didn't expect her to actually believe it. She quickly explained, "No, we were just joking, you..." Don't take it seriously.
Before they could finish their words, Director Jing came hurriedly over and was obviously very happy to see them.
"Finally found you guys, hurry up, everyone hurry outside, the car is waiting."
This was so confusing that no one could react.
Jiang Yuman was the first to panic. "Director Jing, why is the car waiting for us? Are we going somewhere else?"
"Yes, there's some trouble with the General Military Region Art Troupe."
Director Jing quickly explained, "We can't perform 'Revolutionary Female Militia' right now. Everyone, hurry over and save the day."
Everyone in the Tenth Division Art Troupe was having a picnic one moment, and the next moment they were changed into their performance clothes and shoes and boarded a bus to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Su Wenzheng, Jiang Yuman and others were in the same car with Gao Fei. In the car, Gao Fei briefly explained the situation.
Finally, he said: "In two hours, no program can fill this hole. Fortunately, you haven't left yet."
"But putting on makeup takes time," Su Wenzheng said worriedly, "We only have half an hour now, right?"
"It's not a big deal,"
After all, Gao Fei had seen Dawn, so she wasn't completely blind. "Your makeup isn't complicated, so it's okay to keep it simple."
Nowadays, I don’t like to wear too much makeup in formal occasions. As long as I perform well, everything else is secondary.
She was more concerned about something else. "How long is your performance?"
Su Wenzheng said: "One thousand and eighteen minutes." That is two minutes less than "Revolutionary Female Militia".
This was no longer a big problem, and Gao Fei finally had time to free his hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Just by looking at her like this, Jiang Yuman knew how much psychological pressure she was under.
Holding her hand, he said calmly, "Don't panic."
The calm and composed speaking speed must have neutralized Gao Fei's panic.
"I know," she said, a fierce look flashing in her eyes. "After this show is over, I will definitely find that villain."
After much coordination and the strong strength of the Tenth Division Art Troupe, even though it was a forced performance, the "Dawn" gala was a great success.
Outsiders praised it highly, after all, "Dawn" is a fresh and good-looking face.
However, internal personnel held Zhuo Yunqi accountable seriously, and after the performance, he was severely criticized.
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