At this moment, Miao Qihuai was staring blankly at the poplars by the roadside.
Soon, the military region will be holding an arts performance. She is a foreign language major college student who has transmigrated from another world. All she can do is speak English and work hard to get high scores on the CET-4 and CET-6 exams to try to get into graduate school. Her hobbies are either working out, jogging, or taking a two-day weekend trip as a special forces soldier across provinces.
Dancing, singing? She knew nothing about those.
She was incredibly frustrated working in the performing arts troupe these past few days. If it weren't for the fact that the original owner had some basic dance and singing skills, she could have barely managed to cope; otherwise, she would have been exposed sooner or later.
But there are always some annoying flies buzzing around, making you want to spit them out.
But she can't leave the performing arts troupe now, because she hasn't decided where to go yet.
Thinking of his dining companion, Tong Mengyun, Miao Qihuai took a deep breath and walked alone towards the cafeteria.
The female lead hasn't appeared yet, so this cannon fodder isn't in immediate danger. Oh well, let's just survive for now.
If she eats well, sleeps well, doesn't cause trouble, and stays away from the scumbag gang in the original book, given her more than ten years of reading experience, her ending shouldn't be as tragic as described in the original book.
She glanced around, feeling a bit annoyed. She walked to another path and kicked a small pebble hard.
Damn it, why did they have to make her transmigrate into a book?!
In this day and age, do you really think it's that easy to start from scratch?
Regardless of how long it will be before the reform and opening up, even if the reform and opening up were to begin tomorrow, she, a young girl with little influence, wouldn't have that much start-up capital.
Life is like playing the stock market; it might surge seven points today, but it could plummet all the way down tomorrow.
But those with enough capital can potentially earn enough to buy a house in a single day once they take off.
Miao Qihuai spotted a small pebble on the ground, raised his foot, and kicked it.
"call out--"
The stone streaked across the sky, forming a perfect parabola.
"Bang--"
The stone landed behind a poplar tree not far away, making a heavy, muffled sound.
"hiss……"
Immediately afterwards, a familiar male voice rang out.
"who?!"
Miao Qihuai jumped back a step, his eyes fixed on the poplar tree.
Meng Hongshen touched his shoulder, which had been hit by a stone, with a slightly somber expression. When he came out from beside the poplar tree, he had already returned to his gentle and refined demeanor.
“It’s me, Qi Huai.”
The military area was dark at dusk, and Miao Qihuai could only vaguely make out the outline of the man walking towards him.
But she could never forget that voice for the rest of her life.
Because in the original book, the man in front of me is a philandering scumbag.
Before the female lead appeared, he was like a people-pleaser, but... after the female lead appeared, he changed his personality, perhaps due to the protagonist's halo, and became the female lead's loyal dog.
Tsk, this is the kind of person who caused the original owner to be used, ruined her reputation, and ultimately expelled from the cultural troupe.
She is no longer the original owner of this body, but since she is here, she will make the best of it and find an opportunity to avenge the original owner.
If the internet weren't so widespread, she would definitely post this kind of guy online.
That was a really good time to avoid this pitfall.
Miao Qihuai took a step back, his eyes darting around, and a wicked idea came to him.
She exclaimed in surprise, "Who are you? How do you know my name is Miao Qihuai? You dare call me Qihuai, you filthy scoundrel!"
Being directly labeled a "hooligan," Meng Hongshen paused, then quickly stepped forward.
He thought the other person hadn't recognized him.
When that face that had captivated the original man came into view, Miao Qihuai felt nothing, and even felt disgusted.
But she can't afford to break off relations yet, because she needs to avenge the original owner of this body.
Her expression softened. "Battalion Commander Meng, it's you?"
Sensing that the other party's attitude had changed, Meng Hongshen breathed a sigh of relief.
She said softly, "It's been so long since we last met."
Miao Qihuai didn't understand, "Didn't Battalion Commander Meng say that it's good for unmarried men and women to meet often?"
Meng Hongshen choked, frowning slightly. When had he ever said such a thing?
But the purpose of my visit today is not to delve into this.
Meng Hongshen said gently, "This is for your sake. I came here today to ask for your help."
Miao Qi asked curiously, "Battalion Commander Meng, just tell me what kind of help you need."
Meng Hongshen wanted to inquire about the woman he had met today. He organized his thoughts and his eyes softened with tenderness.
"Qi Huai, you're still in the performing arts troupe, right?"
Miao Qihuai felt nauseous at the sound of "Qihuai". She couldn't help but say, "Yes, I'm in the cultural troupe now. Battalion Commander Meng, even if there's no one around, please don't call me 'Qihuai' anymore."
Meng Hongshen was stunned, and after a few seconds he said, "Qi... Comrade Miao, why? I've never refused to call you that before."
Because she wasn't the original owner of that love-obsessed character!
Miao Qihuai had the temperament of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. She suppressed her temper, which was about to explode at the slightest provocation, and said patiently, "I was kicked in the head by a donkey before, but I've recovered now. If I've caused Battalion Commander Meng any misunderstanding, I feel very sorry."
As she spoke, she pointed to the scar on her forehead, "Look, there are still signs of injury here."
Meng Hongshen: ...
Didn't he hear that Miao Qihuai was injured because he accidentally fell off the stage?
How come it was kicked by a donkey?
He had a feeling that something was off about Miao Qihuai, but the person in front of him was definitely Miao Qihuai; there was no mistake.
It seemed that something was slowly slipping out of his control.
He thought for a moment, then reached out to gently touch the scar, but just as he was about to touch it, Miao Qihuai took a step back without making a sound.
His hand froze in mid-air.
Miao Qihuai spoke up at the opportune moment, "Um, Battalion Commander Meng, let's keep a little distance. You shouldn't do such intimate things."
Meng Hongshen withdrew his hand, quite surprised, but a faint smile appeared on his face. "Alright. It was my oversight; my concern clouded my judgment."
Miao Qi thought to herself, "Is he going to keep fishing here?" and nodded, "Yes, yes, Battalion Commander Meng knows he didn't think things through. He can think of other ways to show his concern when he gets back tonight."
Meng Hongshen frowned even more deeply. "Qi... Comrade Miao, what's wrong with you today? You're completely different from before."
Miao Qihuai smiled and said, "No, I've always been like this, it's just that Battalion Commander Meng didn't notice."
Meng Hongshen felt that the woman in front of him had really changed. If it were before, she would not only not refuse his intimate contact, but would also lower her head shyly.
But today, instead of showing any shyness, it seemed...
She also disliked his intimate contact.
Meng Hongshen didn't want to continue this topic and said, "Comrade Miao, I heard that everyone in your art troupe will be participating in the military region's arts festival recently?"
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