Chapter 68 I Believe Everything He Says
Lu Xiao's words made the noisy and chaotic scene freeze for a moment.
The girls' sobbing became quieter, and even Xiao Zhou's arm holding the prop wooden sword trembled slightly.
Documentation? Rectification? Not just disbanding?
But the instructor's anger was obviously not over yet. He pointed at Xiao Zhou and looked obviously very angry.
"Lu Xiao, Chang Jia, look at this! Look at what this looks like! Blatantly threatening with weapons! This is a thought problem! It's an attitude problem! It must be dealt with seriously! The culture of the art troupe has deteriorated to this point; its disbandment is inevitable!"
"Instructor."
Lu Xiao's voice was calm, without any anger.
But it has a power that can soothe people's hearts.
His tall body was like a wall, separating the furious instructor and the trembling Xiao Zhou.
"Calm down first. Comrade Xiao Zhou is young and impulsive. He only took props for rehearsal and couldn't hurt anyone. The most urgent thing is to resolve the problem, not to intensify the conflict."
Chang Jia also quickly stepped forward and stood beside Lu Xiao to support him.
"Yes, instructor, the girls are anxious too! They've dedicated their youth to the art troupe, and suddenly hearing it's going to disband, who can stand it? Xiao Zhou is usually the most well-behaved, but today she's just anxious and confused!"
He winked at Xiao Zhou as he spoke.
Xiao Zhou looked at Lu Xiao's calm face, then at Chang Jia's anxious eyes.
Finally, looking at the instructor’s face that turned purple with anger, all the grievances and anger in his heart were like a punctured balloon, deflated instantly.
The wooden sword in her hand fell to the ground, and she could no longer hold back her tears and collapsed.
Su Tang and Lin Qian were quick-witted and rushed forward to support her on the left and right.
Su Tang touched Xiao Zhou's forehead and it was burning hot!
"She has a fever, possibly a seizure."
Su Tang exclaimed: "Qianqian, help!"
Lin Qian no longer cared about her own sadness, and hurriedly worked with Su Tang to half-carry and half-support the almost exhausted Xiao Zhou to take him out.
Xiao Zhou's whole body was burning hot, he was crying breathlessly, and was mumbling incoherently.
"We...we are not lewd music...we sing and dance for the soldiers...to boost morale..."
Lu Xiao glanced at Xiao Zhou who was being helped out, his brows furrowed even tighter. He turned to the instructor with a serious tone.
"Instructor, if this gets out of hand, it won't benefit anyone. It says 'rectification,' not 'disbandment.' Comrade Xiao Zhou is losing control of his emotions. I suggest sending him to the infirmary first. We'll handle the situation later, and then follow organizational procedures once everyone calms down."
"As for whether the art troupe should stay or go, that's not something you can decide on your own. Right now, the most important thing is to calm everyone down and prevent the situation from getting out of control and causing even worse consequences."
The instructor's chest heaved violently when he heard this as he looked at Lu Xiao's resolute face and his firm attitude.
Then he looked at the group of girls outside who were crying and at a loss.
No matter how angry I was, it seemed to be stuck in my throat.
He snorted heavily and said nothing more, which was considered as his agreement with Lu Xiao's handling of the matter.
Lu Xiao stopped looking at him and turned to face the members of the art troupe who were crowded at the door.
His eyes swept across the frightened, desperate, tear-stained faces.
"Listen up!"
Lu Xiao's voice was loud and clear, carrying the authority of a soldier: "Making a fuss won't solve any problems! It will only make things worse! Now, everyone, return to the dormitory immediately! Put your house in order! No more gatherings or making noises without orders!"
"The organization has its own arrangements for the art troupe! Anyone who acts impulsively again will be treated as a disciplinary violation!"
His gaze was as sharp as a knife, carrying a sense of oppression tempered on the battlefield.
The girls felt their hearts tremble when they saw him looking at them, and they subconsciously shrank their necks.
The tall Wang Fang wanted to say something when the person next to her quietly pulled the corner of her clothes.
The scene of crying and wailing just now quickly cooled down under Lu Xiao's strong suppression.
The girls supported each other and started moving towards the dormitory, looking back every few steps.
Lin Qian looked at this scene, and the feeling of despair in her heart was slightly replaced by a faint glimmer of hope.
It is "rectification", not "dissolution".
And he just said he wanted to help her... She subconsciously looked at Su Tang.
Su Tang was also looking at Lu Xiao, his eyes full of worry and questioning.
Lu Xiao met her gaze, nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly, and gave her a reassuring look.
Chang Jia watched the girls disperse, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, moved closer to Lu Xiao, and lowered his voice.
"Old Lu, is there really room for maneuver in this matter? I think the situation is very tense this time."
Lu Xiao did not answer immediately. He glanced at the closed door of the instructor's office.
"Everything depends on human effort. The higher-ups only mentioned rectification, not disbanding. That leaves room for maneuver. Tomorrow morning, I'll go see the group leader."
He turned his head and his eyes fell on the backs of Su Tang and Lin Qian as they supported Xiao Zhou away.
He added, "You mentioned before that you wanted Sister Qiu to join the art troupe, and I won't leave her without a place to go."
Lin Jianqiu is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially playing the piano.
Chang Jia had told Lu Xiao before that he wanted Lin Jianqiu to join the art troupe.
I want Lin Jianqiu to interact with more people so that he can become more confident and cheerful.
Chang Jia's heart warmed up, and he patted Lu Xiao's shoulder vigorously: "Good brother!"
As the night deepened, the chaos in the art troupe compound subsided temporarily, but everyone still felt a heavy weight on their hearts.
Su Tang and Lin Qian were taking care of Xiao Zhou in the infirmary, who was still mumbling in his sleep.
Lin Qian looked at Xiao Zhou's flushed face, and thought of her own future, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
Su Tang gently put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her silently.
Since Lu Xiao said there is a way, then there must be a way.
Su Tang will still give Lu Xiao this trust.
…
The art troupe compound finally became quiet for a while, with only the sound of the autumn wind blowing through the bare branches.
Lu Xiao and Chang Jia were the last to leave.
Chang Jia hurried back to comfort Lin Jianqiu, and before leaving, he patted Lu Xiao's arm again: "Old Lu, it all depends on you!"
Lu Xiao nodded, said nothing more, and strode home.
He felt like a stone was pressing down on his heart. This was a tricky matter, but he had to do it since he had agreed to it.
Not only because Lin Qian is Su Tang’s good friend, but also because those girls have really spent their youth here.
When I opened the door, Su Tang was sitting at the table under the kerosene lamp.
Hearing the door open, Su Tang immediately raised his head with a questioning look in his eyes: "Are you back? How is everything? Xiao Zhou's fever has subsided a little, and Lin Qian is with him."
Lu Xiao took off his coat and hung it up, walked to the table, poured himself a glass of boiled water, and gulped it down.
The cool water flowed down my throat, seeming to suppress the dryness in my heart.
"The key is tomorrow."
He put down his cup and spoke briefly.
Su Tang put down what he was holding, moved closer, and said softly, "Are you really going to... find the captain?"
She knew that the team leader had a bad temper and was not easy to talk to.
"If this matter isn't resolved, the art troupe will be disbanded, and Lin Qian will cry her heart out."
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