During the three months of preparation for the military district competition, everyone was like a taut string, focusing all their energy on training.
Now that the competition has come to an end, and we have achieved such an impressive result, it is indeed time to celebrate.
"I'll listen to you, Master." Su Wenzheng nodded, "It's a good opportunity for everyone to relax."
This time, the extra-large military district performance was not seen by many people because there were not enough seats in the rehearsal hall.
Since its inception, the art troupe has been committed to performing in the troops to bring joy to the hard-trained soldiers, so the evening activities are most appropriate.
"It's settled then."
The two continued to discuss the performance for a while, and finally Wei Liao came out, and Zheng Liujiang was the first to leave.
Su Wenzheng walked towards the art troupe.
On the way, I happened to run into Jiang Yuman and told her all this.
"Captain, Teacher Yuman, I see you are here."
While the two were talking, two female soldiers came running over and said, "The Propaganda Department wants to take a photo of us, and you are the only ones missing."
Propaganda Department?
Upon hearing these three words, Su Wenzheng raised her chin and let out a long sigh.
She lost as many times as she and Ji Fangshu had been the group leader.
This time, the other party even snatched away Teacher Wenxin's play.
But when everyone thought that she and the art troupe were bound to lose, they fought a beautiful comeback.
Thinking about this, Su Wenzheng rarely smiled, turned her head and said to Jiang Yuman: "Yuman, let's go over."
"good."
When the two followed the two female soldiers to find the art troupe, Ji Fangshu, as the Minister of Propaganda, was standing on the side of Wen Xin.
Looking at Su Wenzheng and Jiang Yuman sitting on the stools, with the female soldiers surrounding them like blooming flowers, she felt like ants were gnawing at her heart.
But her parents have always been generous and magnanimous, so she can't show it on her face no matter how much she cares.
Even when the photo shoot was over, he still had to force a smile and congratulate, "Wen Zheng, the performance of the art troupe was very wonderful this time. Congratulations."
"Yes, all this is thanks to Teacher Yuman," Su Wenzheng said meaningfully, "Her scripts are better than those written by some old people, right?"
It was almost as if she had said that she was reaping the consequences.
When Ji Fangshu heard this, the smile on her face suddenly faded.
Wen Xin is young and has always been praised by others. This is the first time she has been humiliated in public. She couldn't help but say, "Yes, but the quality of dramas varies. Even if you make a big splash, you may not be able to maintain it."
As she spoke, her eyes met with Jiang Yuman's, one sharp, the other calm.
Ji Fangshu also said, "Jiang Yuman's writing is so good recently, you should hurry up and write two more."
As he spoke, he seemed to be smiling.
"Thank you for the reminder, Captain Ji," Jiang Yuman said calmly, "but works with profound meanings need to be polished slowly."
Wen Xin: “…” This is to point at her.
“Hahaha,” Su Wenzheng laughed heartily at her words that blocked people like this, “One movie ‘Onward’ can last for four years, so we still have four years for ‘Hot Blood Youth’.”
Back then, the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe became popular throughout the military region with the dance "Advance". This time, their performance in front of the leaders in "Hot-Blooded Youth" was no less than the former, and they could completely follow the old path of "Advance".
Ji Fangshu and Wen Xin were both hurt by the two men and could only leave with dark faces.
Jiang Yuman and Su Wenzheng watched their backs disappear before turning around.
The female soldiers were making faces behind him.
When they turned around suddenly, the female soldiers were seen by the regiment commander and the teacher. They coughed twice and looked around.
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