The group dance "Youthful Years" opened with melodious and graceful singing.
The girls from the performing arts troupe, full of energy, jumped out from behind the curtain one by one with synchronized steps.
"Sister-in-law, this song is really nice!"
Xia Enruo had heard of the song "Youth" in her previous life and had also seen the dance in the movie.
I was deeply moved at the time, especially by the scene where the female protagonist, even after falling ill, still danced gracefully on the grass while listening to music.
That kind of passion, etched into one's very bones, is something that few people can achieve.
But seeing Jiang Pei's distorted, pale face at this moment, he felt no pleasure whatsoever.
My mind is filled with all the bad things she's done.
"The singing was good, and the dancing was great. It's just that the person was... indescribable."
Gu Shaoying knew who her sister-in-law was talking about, so she stepped forward to speak up for her.
"Absolutely, it's a waste to let her dance to such a beautiful piece."
A person who is not kind at heart can never escape that positive and uplifting feeling, no matter how hard they try.
Xia Enru smiled but didn't say anything more, waiting for Jiang Pei to make a fool of herself.
The pastries she made were made with generous amounts of crab roe and persimmon, and the ingredients were very pure, unlike the cheap, low-quality ones she made in my previous life.
The comrades all praised it after eating it, and even Yuan Qiang just said that the pastry was a hundred times better than Daoxiangcun's.
She was absolutely certain that Jiang Pei would react.
On stage, the soldiers of the cultural troupe changed formations, sometimes twisting their waists, sometimes spinning, and sometimes raising their legs high.
These were all extremely rare dance moves, and the audience below watched with rapt attention.
The noisy chatter gradually subsided, and everyone shut their mouths, staring intently at the performance on stage.
As the lead dancer, Jiang Pei naturally stood at the very front of the group.
Fortunately, after a frantic bowel movement in the bathroom, I feel a little more comfortable now.
She raised her head, a smile playing on her lips, showing no trace of the disheveled state she had just been in when she had diarrhea.
Jiang Pei thought to herself, "Not just anyone can be the Nightingale of this cultural troupe; only I, Jiang Pei, can do it."
Even if others have outstanding professional skills, they cannot stand at the forefront if they have no good looks.
On stage, everyone jumped and danced to the music, seemingly lost in the dance, so enchanting and captivating.
Jiang Pei led her comrades in a slanted spin, their movements as large as a top being whipped askew, swift and precise.
The audience cheered loudly, and even Lu Zhenhua nodded repeatedly to show his satisfaction.
As the latest dance piece choreographed by the cultural troupe, "Youth" is indeed remarkable.
Jiang Pei was feeling smug as she listened to the shouts when suddenly she was attacked with malice.
The pain of my twisted stomach struck again, and this time it was even more intense than before.
It felt like a gust of cool air was about to burst out of the chrysanthemum.
That unstoppable momentum was something no one could withstand, not even a strong man eight feet tall, let alone Jiang Pei.
Her eyes suddenly went vacant, she clenched her teeth, sucked in her stomach and held her breath.
Use all your strength to keep the chrysanthemum tightly taut.
They were afraid the explosion would happen on the stage.
But the harder she tried, the worse her balance became, and her dance moves gradually went awry.
The head of the cultural troupe was puzzled as he noticed Jiang Pei's movements becoming increasingly unorthodox.
What is Jiang Pei up to? She danced so badly in such an important performance.
This is Fanghua's first time performing in the military, and she has been preparing for it for several months. We can't let it go to waste today.
Hao Qibiao's palms gradually became sweaty, and he stood on the side of the stage, secretly glancing at Lu Zhenhua.
Upon seeing Lu Tuan, his expression remained unchanged from before.
As a layman, he certainly couldn't see what was wrong; he just thought the overall effect was good.
Anyone with even a basic understanding of dance knows that Jiang Pei's postures are utterly chaotic.
I didn't do each movement correctly; I felt like my back was completely straight.
She was fine just now, but her dancing is getting more and more outrageous. If this continues, we can't let her lead the dance anymore.
Sweat beaded on Jiang Pei's forehead, and several times her lower body felt like a balloon about to burst.
I forced myself to inhale and hold my breath; that excruciating feeling was something I'd never forget, even if I died.
But the waves of impact felt like ancient enemies ramming a city gate with huge wooden clubs.
Her body began to tremble as everyone jumped together, making a crowding gesture.
Jiang Pei finally tore off her noble mask and pride, and spoke to her comrades beside her.
"You go to the front and lead the dance, I'm going to the back, hurry up!"
The comrades were thrown off balance by these sudden words; this hadn't happened during the rehearsal.
Could it be that Jiang Pei is planning some new trick to gain attention?
She had pestered the troupe leader a lot to become the lead dancer, afraid that someone else would snatch it first. Why did she give it up on her own today? Something's definitely up.
"Jiang Pei, what are you up to now? Instead of dancing properly, you're causing trouble. I'm not going."
Everyone's position has been rehearsed; how can we move around during the performance? The troupe leader is watching! We'd be asking for trouble afterward! I'm not going!
"I'm not going!"
"I'm not going either!"
"I'm definitely not going!"
"Don't look at me, I'm not going."
The group changed their positions and ran out again, spinning and jumping.
Jiang Pei was like a piece of wood whose soul had been drained; every spin and jump was torture.
After several blows, she could clearly feel that an explosion was imminent, and she would die on the spot.
It's better to be ridiculed by my comrades than to die standing still in front of the entire army.
If he makes a mess, the mainland delegation will definitely not let him go on stage again.
His acting career was ruined.
When everyone gathered around again, Jiang Pei no longer cared about saving face.
He hurriedly said:
"Hurry up, please, I beg you, let's switch places and move to the front. Otherwise, something bad will happen."
His comrades were puzzled.
"What could possibly go wrong? We've been rehearsing for months, we know all the moves, we could dance them with our eyes closed!"
"Exactly! Everything was fine during rehearsals, but they had to pull this stunt during the actual performance. Jiang Pei, are you setting us up again?!"
Jiang Pei felt her scalp tingling more and more; her forbidden area at her anus was about to get out of control, and the feeling of incontinence made her disregard everything else.
"I need to have diarrhea! Damn it! I have to tell you guys straight!"
Upon hearing this, the comrade replied:
"What's wrong with having diarrhea? We're already halfway through the jump, and it'll be over in a few more minutes. Can't you just hold on a little longer?"
"Supposedly a soldier! He has no backbone at all!"
Jiang Pei's eyes reddened and welled up with tears.
"If I can't hold on any longer, I'll fucking collapse on stage. What's the point of talking about guts then?"
Even a person with a conscience can't hold back their diarrhea! Quickly switch places with me, or you'll all be dancing in the shit!
"Get the hell out of here!!! I need to poop!!! Hurry up!!!"
Jiang Pei gritted her teeth, her face contorted in pain.
At that moment, she felt her head spinning, like a cotton ball blown by the wind and hitting a wall, her mind completely blank!
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