After Wen Mu arrived, he didn't say much, but simply explained the arrangements that had already been made. The members of the performing arts troupe were clearly not happy: "Political Commissar Wen, with so many of us rehearsing, one meeting room probably won't be enough, will it?"
Even Ye Yue Leng couldn't help but frown: Could it be because of last time?
Using public office to settle personal scores?
That's impossible, okay?
These reactions were all expected, and Wen Mu already had a reason in mind: "Well, there's nothing we can do about it; it's an order from above."
Does that mean your performing arts troupe can disobey orders from higher-ups?
Sure enough, although the female soldiers were very unhappy with these words, they could only endure it.
Wen Mu's lips curled up involuntarily, then he coughed and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the dormitory first."
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Ye Yue walked behind, with her best friend Xin Wei by her side. Xin Wei was clearly indignant: "Leng Leng, they are obviously bullying us."
"Even if they are bullying us, what can we do? We are on someone else's turf, not our cultural troupe."
It must be said that Ye Yue is generally a very calm woman.
As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Besides, the elite team isn't a local snake.
Not to mention the cultural troupe, even military leaders would be treated the same way.
Since it's our family members who need the space, we should naturally prioritize arranging it for them. Do you expect us to give it to outsiders? That would be a huge loss of face.
The elite warriors don't fawn over anyone!
Political Commissar Wen, who was walking in front, was feeling quite excited.
After the female members of the performing arts troupe had put away their luggage, Wen Mu led them to the large conference room: "This is it."
Since it's called a large conference room, it must be quite big.
The rehearsal of the troupe of about twenty people was a bit crowded, but it was still perfectly adequate. They just needed to move the benches and tables in the middle.
Naturally, the soldiers in the troupe quickly came to do these chores. After they were finished, Wen Mu left, leaving only the members of the cultural troupe in the conference room.
"Let's start practicing."
As the team leader and the highest-ranking captain present, Ye Yue Leng naturally had no objections from her subordinates. They obediently brought out and put away their equipment, and then began training.
However, the training didn't last long; less than an hour later it was time for lunch.
Coincidentally, apart from the training ground where you can go directly to the canteen, you have to go through the auditorium to get to the canteen from other places.
As the cultural troupe marched past in formation, they saw people hanging things outside the auditorium and heard creaking sounds coming from inside.
Xin Wei wasn't as cold as Ye Yue; the twenty-year-old girl wasn't very composed: "That's too much, they've gone too far."
Ye Yue also frowned. Clearly, the auditorium was open and almost everything inside was set up, with some people even rehearsing inside.
Who else, besides the performing arts troupe, will be performing at the victory celebration?
"Alright, Weiwei, let's go eat first."
Surrounded by members of the elite team, I can't very well speak ill of them in front of them.
Just then, Ye Yue, with her sharp eyes, spotted the little figure coming out of the hall. Tuanzi was carrying a newly made lantern and handing it to the soldier on the ladder who was about to hang it.
Is it that little guy?
Tuanzi immediately sensed the unfamiliar gaze and turned her little face to look over.
Tuanzi only had a vague impression of Ye Yue Leng.
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