He was telling the truth. He had a hunch that his wife's talent was definitely not inferior to his own. It could even be said that she had an outstanding ability to learn many things.
The gold medal she put on his head was more valuable than any medal he had ever won.
Hearing this, Jiang Yuman subconsciously looked up and happened to look into his eyes.
Those eyes, which were always cold and sharp, were now full of tenderness. In the dim light, she raised her hands and put her arms around his neck without much thought.
Xiaoyi was sitting on the bed playing with medals and having a great time. Suddenly, Fu Jingchen took the medals away, picked him up and patted him to comfort him.
He opened his mouth to cry, but his father was patting him so comfortably that he forgot about it.
Have a good night.
The next day, Fu Jingchen took the Shenfeng Camp to participate in other competitions.
His personal competition has ended, but the people in the Shenfeng Battalion have other competitions. He is like their mainstay. As long as the battalion commander is there, everyone is as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Of course, Zheng Liujiang also particularly likes him to appear on the court.
䀴For the 㫧 Workers' Group, the most important thing in the military district competition is the performance on the last day.
After the first day of competition, they plunged into intensive training. Jiang Yuman also seldom went to the training ground and stayed with the group during training all day.
Three days passed in a flash, and soon it was the day for the actual performance.
There were many leaders attending the extra-large military region performance, and the first three rows were all well-known figures in the army.
While changing clothes and waiting backstage, many female soldiers with poor mental quality were trembling.
Su Zheng and Ji Fangshu had military ranks, so they sat quite close to the front.
Although 㫧心 and Jiang Yuman do not have military ranks, they have their own positions as screenwriters.
From the moment she sat down, Ji Fangshu had been chatting with the people around her. She seemed to be able to get along with everyone, as if the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe didn't worry her at all.
"I wonder how the musicals performed by the Jiaoyang Dance Troupe this year are. The previous performance, "Forward," was really good."
"It should be no different this time. We'll still be working with Teacher Kokoro. I guess they'll be the only ones worth watching."
“…….”
There was a lot of discussion around, and Ji Fangshu and Xin were secretly proud of themselves, with smiles on their faces.
Turning their heads to see the calm faces of Su Zheng and Jiang Yuman, they laughed secretly.
It’s the last minute, and you still look so calm on the surface, but you must be panicking inside, right?
Deputy Commander Feng Yanjing was sitting in the second row. He loved watching "Forward" very much. When he heard people around him say that he had written "Fire" and was co-starring with Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, he couldn't help laughing:
"I knew it as soon as I heard it. It must be another song as good as "Forward"."
After saying that, he turned back to look at Fu Jingchen, "Comrade Fu Jingchen, who do you think will be the best this time?"
In this military district competition, the outstanding performance of the Shenfeng Battalion once again spread throughout the entire military district. Not to mention that the show itself was meant to praise them, so his opinion was quite valuable.
When they heard the deputy commander's question, several art troupe leaders and scriptwriters pricked up their ears.
Leaders from other military regions also looked over.
Facing the gazes of so many people,
Fu Jingchen fully demonstrated his partiality and said without any hesitation: "The labor union."
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