Chapter 361 He saw her efforts
After dinner, they trained until eight o'clock. Everyone else went back to the dormitory to rest, and the training ground became quiet.
Because Mo Ya told Xia Qingxi in the afternoon that she would teach her the basic skills of dancing, neither of them left after the training.
Although Xia Qingxi's current body is not as soft as the body in this world where she has been practicing dancing since she was a child, it must be said that this body has very good innate conditions. If she trains more later, she can be a teacher.
Learning dance is not something that can be achieved overnight. First of all, the body must be flexible. Xia Qingxi asked Mo Ya to do a few movements to check her body's innate conditions.
Moya followed Xia Qingxi's instructions. Xia Qingxi found that her body was rather stiff. After comprehensive evaluation of her age, body coordination, rhythm and rhythm, she could only get 40 points. With such
innate conditions, if she really wanted to practice dancing well, she would have to work several times harder than ordinary people.
She told Moya the truth and asked her to consider whether she wanted to continue learning. After understanding her physical condition, Moya thought for a while and nodded seriously, indicating that she was still willing to learn.
It's not just a try, but learning with all your heart and soul!
"Qingxing, I know I'm not smart, and I also know I have a poor foundation, but if I don't learn, I will always stay here. I want to be better, I want to be like Liu Tiao'er and the others, standing confidently on the stage, so I am ready. No matter how hard or tiring it is, I will not give up." Mo Ya looked at Xia Qingxing and continued very seriously and sincerely:
"If practicing ten or a hundred times doesn't work, then I will practice a thousand or ten thousand times! I believe that in the end my body will always listen to me and let me control it at will."
Seeing that she was so determined, Xia Qingxing was willing to help her try, but she told Mo Ya:
"This process will be very painful. We can try for seven days. During these seven days, if you can't stand it, you can stop at any time."
She knew how painful it would be for a person without talent to do something with perseverance, so even if Moya decided to give up after trying, she would not blame her.
After seven days, if Moya can make it and wants to continue learning, Xia Qingxi will evaluate her and think that she can reach the qualification of a dancer through hard work. Then she will increase the difficulty for her and will not give her any chance to retreat.
"Well, I understand Qingxi." Moya nodded seriously.
Next, Xia Qingxiang began to teach Moya how to stretch her body. These movements were very painful for a person with a stiff body at first. After practicing, Moya felt as if all her bones were broken and her body was no longer her own.
Later, Xia Qingxiang found two straw mats and demonstrated several basic movements of dancers to Moya on them, including frog squat, kneeling down, back pressing and back straightening...
"When you go back, practice these movements on the bed. It will help you open up your body." Xia Qingxiang said to Moya.
The beds they sleep on now are not like the beds in later generations. They are all mattresses. Beds that are too soft cannot achieve the effect of training. The hard beds used by the troops are just right for practice.
"Well, I practice whenever I have time." Moya said, holding the wall.
Seeing that she was so tired, Xia Qingxi said to her:
"Let's practice here today. It's getting late. We should go back to the dormitory."
"Qingxi, you go back first. I want to rest here for a while and think about it." Moya refused.
Xia Qingxi knew that she was just saying rest for herself. She really wanted to continue practicing.
Xia Qingxi hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement. She knew that Moya was not like herself. At least she had warm and kind relatives, and Lu Jingxie was also a rare good husband, but Moya had nothing.
Her mother passed away, and her father and stepmother didn't like her and were always plotting against her. She had almost no way out now. The only way to stop being controlled by others in the future was to work harder.
After Xia Qingxiong left, Mo Ya did not rest. She first stretched her legs, then started running to train her endurance and stretching to train her muscles...
When Su Xiangnan passed by the training ground, he suddenly found a tall but thin figure running around the training ground.
He had good eyesight. Although he was far away, he quickly recognized that the figure was Mo Ya. He watched her running around the playground in circles, as if she was tireless.
The intensity of the daytime training today was not low. At the end, almost all the female soldiers were complaining. He did not expect that someone would take the initiative to train more.
Looking at the figure, he felt a little familiar and a little strange. After hesitating for a while, he walked away silently without disturbing her.
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The next day, the article written by Xia Guyu was published in the military newspaper as scheduled.
The title had six eye-catching characters: "Correct the military style, uphold the military discipline"
and the subtitle was: "Put an end to all violence and oppression, and severely criticize Comrade Mo Zhenzhen".
The article detailed several of Mo Zhenzhen's crimes, including verbal insults, beating comrades, maliciously tampering with test papers, and trying to occupy other people's quotas.
In the end, it concluded that the children of cadres should not rely on the glory of their fathers to act recklessly. While doing their jobs well, military leaders should also attach importance to family education.
The article mentioned Mo Zhenzhen's name and included a photo of her beating someone. After the newspaper was distributed, it caused quite a stir in the army, and Mo Jianguo was specially called in for a talk.
Mo Jianguo came out of the talk room and returned home angrily. At this moment, Mo Zhenzhen knew nothing and was sleeping at home.
"Wake up that shameful thing!" Mo Jianguo put his hands on his waist, paced back and forth in the living room, and yelled at Zhu Wanru who was playing with flowers.
"Jianguo, what's going on?" Zhu Wanru rarely saw Mo Jianguo so angry with her and asked in confusion.
Mo Jianguo pulled out a newspaper from his briefcase, slammed it on the table, and shouted:
"Look, what did this rebellious girl do? It would be fine if she just showed off her power outside, but now someone has caught her, took a photo, and put it in the newspaper, and I have been criticized as well!"
At this point, he became even angrier, and walked over and started banging on Mo Zhenzhen's door:
"Mo Zhenzhen, get out here."
Zhu Wanru picked up the newspaper on the table and started flipping through it. Soon, a look of surprise appeared on her usually elegant face. She had gone to find Mo Ya and Xia Guyu a few days ago, and used threats and inducements to tell them not to make a big deal out of it.
At that time, they were so stubborn that Zhu Wanru finally went to see Minister Huang of the Propaganda Department and used Mo Jianguo to pressure him not to publish the article criticizing Mo Zhenzhen.
Minister Huang also agreed at that time, saying that he would suppress the article and would not publish it in the military newspaper.
Moreover, Zhu Wanru's informants in the Propaganda Department did not report any situation to her, so she was so fearless in the past few days.
But what she never expected was that the article was published out of thin air. Not to mention that Mo Zhenzhen's reputation was ruined, even Mo Jianguo, the pillar of their family, was implicated.
Only now did Zhu Wanru realize that she had been tricked by Minister Huang. It seemed that Minister Huang was still afraid of the power in Lu Jingchen's hands and did not dare to help her.
And her "inside helper" in the Propaganda Department might not dare to offend Lu Jingchen, so he did not come to inform her in advance.
At this time, Mo Zhenzhen, who had just woken up, did not know what was going on. He yawned and opened the door, and asked:
"Dad, what's wrong?"