Jiang Yuman couldn't help laughing, "What is this called? Fu Jingchen's blessing?"
The aunt and sister-in-law laughed together.
Xiang Lifeng, who was standing next to him, looked at the gold medals that the aunt and sister-in-law were holding in their hands with a thoughtful look.
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At noon, everyone assembled in the training ground, then left in order and went to the cafeteria to eat.
The art troupe was seated at the side as some of them were going to participate in a competition in the afternoon. After arriving at the cafeteria, Su Wenzheng didn't let them sing outside for too long and quickly brought them in.
However, the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe and several other song and dance troupes had been singing outside for a while, and when they came in, it happened to be the peak period of traffic.
The female soldiers sat in seats, and other soldiers would not sit too close. The people from the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe looked around and found that there were only seats next to the art troupe.
Even though the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe and the Art Troupe disliked each other, they couldn't eat while standing, so after hesitating for a while with their food, they finally sat down.
Everyone in the art troupe looked at Jiang Wanxia and felt uncomfortable.
Wei Qing's expression was even more obvious. She turned sideways and stopped looking over there, concentrating on talking to Jiang Yuman and Fu Haitang.
"Teacher Yuman, Haitang, you have a competition this afternoon. We will all go and cheer for you then."
Others quickly echoed, "That's right, you guys are fighting so hard just to give face to our art troupe leader."
At this time, the collective honor is above all else. After getting along with each other for so long, everyone has a good impression of them.
The cafeteria was noisy and everyone spoke in an unconsciously loud voice, which was even heard clearly by the people in the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe.
There was a flash of disdain in their eyes, and they turned to Jiang Wanxia and said, "The leader said that we should take advantage of these few days to practice dancing. Wanxia, you have only been here for a short time, and you were lazy before, so you have to cooperate more in the next few days."
"Yes, the performance is the most important thing. Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe is not like those grass-roots troupes. We always speak with the performance."
"I know," Jiang Wanxia nodded, implying, "Even if it's just a last-minute effort, you still have to do it."
Several people were talking to each other, clearly trying to embarrass the Cultural Troupe.
Wei Qing always fought back when she was dissatisfied. She put down her chopsticks with a snap and said, "Jiang Wanxia, you have become more arrogant since you left the art troupe and joined the Jiaoyang Dance Troupe."
She folded her hands and pretended to be concerned, "Has the previous incident disappeared?"
"You!" Every part of the file was Jiang Wanxia's pain point. After being exposed by Wei Qing, her face turned red.
With red eyes, she said, "Wei Qing, I was careless before. I apologized to you, was punished, and left the art troupe. Can't you forgive me?"
After these words were spoken, I don’t know if I would have thought that Wei Qing was very fussy.
At least the people in Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe believed it.
They frowned and stood up for Jiang Wanxia, "No one is perfect. Comrade Jiang Wanxia has already apologized, why is your art troupe being so aggressive?"
Wei Qing's words were shocking, "If you deliberately harm others, are you still a human being?"
After saying this, he glanced at them and said, "Birds of a feather flock together."
Jiang Wanxia almost fainted from anger when these words were spoken, and everyone in the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe also slammed the table in anger.
All the other diners in the cafeteria looked over.
Facing so many people's gazes, the female soldiers of the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe felt they could not afford to lose face. Besides, there was a scriptwriter in the art troupe, and in the army with strict discipline, they dared not do anything.
I could only pick up the food angrily and find another seat.
Humph, what’s so great about being able to talk big?
After being defeated by them in the performance, let’s see how the art troupe can still be proud!
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