Chapter 27 Welcome to the Cultural Troupe (Three-in-One...)
Chapter 27
public security bureau.
Meng Yingying came with Qin Gong'an all the way here, and she was treated quite well, basically receiving preferential treatment, but Chen Xiulan was different.
She was handcuffed, and she cursed countless times along the way.
Finally, Qin Gong'an got tired of listening and simply stuffed a rag into her mouth.
The world fell silent instantly.
Meng Yingying looked at Chen Xiulan with sparkling eyes and couldn't help but praise her, "Officer Qin, you really know how to come up with ideas."
Qin Gongan shook his head, thinking that Meng Yingying was a really innocent and well-behaved girl.
Just because you stuffed a rag in there, they think you're all resourceful. And they're quite good at praising people.
He didn't understand. Meng Yingying was a good girl. She was well-behaved, innocent, and easy to understand. She was beautiful and had good features. She seemed like a good choice for a daughter-in-law.
Why is Chen Xiulan so disdainful now that we've arrived?
They even wanted to fight and kill each other.
However, even if he couldn't understand it, Qin Gong'an wouldn't say it out loud; he simply couldn't stand Chen Xiulan's nagging anymore.
After arriving at the police station.
Qin Gong led the way, and said to Meng Yingying, "Be careful on the stairs."
When it was Chen Xiulan's turn, it became, "Stay close."
These two stark contrasts nearly drove Chen Xiulan mad. She had lived a respectable life, but now, in her old age, she had been undone by Meng Yingying, a country bumpkin.
Not only were they handcuffed, but they also lost face.
"Remove it!"
Chen Xiulan wanted to speak, but her mouth was stuffed with a rag, and she was so frustrated that she could only whimper incoherently.
Pointing to his own mouth.
Once they arrived at the police station, Officer Qin removed the rag from Chen Xiulan's mouth, not forgetting to warn her, "Behave yourself."
Chen Xiulan was having some trouble breathing. Just as she opened her mouth, Qin Gong'an brandished a smelly rag in his hand. Clearly, as an experienced investigator, he was very familiar with the management of prisoners.
Chen Xiulan was a respectable person, and out of consideration for the smell of the stinky rag, she endured it with a livid expression.
"Go in."
Unfortunately, no one here gave her any face.
Qin Gong'an pushed her from behind, and Chen Xiulan stumbled. She was angry, annoyed, and aggrieved. She had never suffered such an injustice in her life.
"To interrogation room number one."
"Old Wang, go and interrogate her."
"I'm here to give Comrade Meng Yingying a statement. This girl still needs to go to the stationed cultural troupe for the assessment. We can't delay her here."
Listen to that tone of voice; it's a completely different attitude from how he treats Chen Xiulan.
Chen Xiulan thought to herself, "Once I get out of here, I'll report him!"
Unfortunately, before Chen Xiulan could think further, she was already taken to an interrogation room with only a skylight. Just looking at the dark and gloomy interrogation room made Chen Xiulan's legs go weak with fear.
Although she was quite old, she had always been a law-abiding citizen and had never been arrested. So much so that just entering the interrogation room instilled a sense of fear in her.
On the contrary, Meng Yingying received much better treatment; she went directly to their office.
Police officer Qin poured her a glass of water and let her drink a couple of sips to calm her down before starting to take her statement from his notebook.
"You mean she came to find you while you were at the guesthouse?"
"Yes, her son Qi Xiaoer and I were betrothed since childhood. Before yesterday, we had already broken off the engagement. The condition I discussed with him was that I would break off the engagement in exchange for a spot in the cultural troupe audition. He agreed readily. But I didn't expect that just one night later, his mother would go back on her word. Not only did she make me give up the audition for the cultural troupe, but she also wanted me to leave Harbin, or she would kill me."
Of course, the last sentence was added by Meng Yingying herself, who embellished the story, but it's still pretty much the truth.
Chen Xiulan's arrival was ill-intentioned.
This is true.
"I see."
"Alright, Comrade Meng, you can leave now. It would be best to have someone come and sign for you so they can lead you away."
Meng Yingying looked blank for a moment, "Find someone to sign?"
"Yes, you need a guarantor. Without a guarantor, how can you leave?"
These are the most basic regulations for handling cases.
Meng Yingying pursed her lips, "I'm new to Harbin, I don't know anyone here."
Originally, she and "Qi Xiaoer" were friends, but since she had even sent "Qi Xiaoer's" mother to the police station, she naturally couldn't expect "Qi Xiaoer" to bail her out.
"Oh, I see. Your situation is a bit complicated. I'll ask around for you later."
Meng Yingying nodded. After seeing Officer Qin leave, she felt genuinely sad. She then realized that she was all alone in this place.
There wasn't a single familiar face among them.
She was in a hurry to go to the cultural troupe for the assessment. Thinking of this, beads of sweat rolled down Meng Yingying's forehead, and she began to look around.
I'm wondering if I know anyone who can help me pick her up.
Just as Meng Yingying was getting anxious, a young female police officer came over and said, "Comrade Meng Yingying, you can leave now."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying was overjoyed. "Someone's come to pick me up?"
who?
She was almost about to ask it out.
“Say it’s your friend.”
The female police officer opened the door. "Go out and you'll see."
Meng Yingying lifted her foot and went out almost as fast as she could. When she arrived at the police station office, she immediately saw "Qi Xiaoer" looking around at her.
Meng Yingying couldn't understand why "Qi Xiaoer" was the one who came to bail her out; she had an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Their eyes met.
Qi Donghan also spotted her, and the first thing he said to her was, "Are you alright?"
Meng Yingying felt conflicted. "Why did you come to bail me out?"
Qi Donghan stood there for a moment and thought for a moment, "Didn't we agree last night when we parted? I would take you to the cultural troupe's assessment. We absolutely can't be late."
Commander Fang gave us a time of 9 o'clock, but it's already 8:40.
Meng Yingying bit her lip and after a while said, "I took your mother to the police station."
Are you going to come and bail me out again?
"Are you still sending me to the cultural troupe for the audition?"
She didn't know why she asked that question.
Qi Donghan was surprised that she was still misunderstanding, and he was about to open his mouth to explain.
The next second, Qi Changcheng burst through the door, interrupting them, "Are you Meng Yingying?"
"You sent my mother in there?"
"What's wrong with you?"
Qi Changcheng was ruthless and cruel. He used his physical strength as a man to crush Meng Yingying. With every word he spoke, he pushed his hand forward a little.
Anyone with eyes can see that he is harboring selfish motives and taking revenge on Meng Yingying.
Moreover, they use their male gender advantage to bully women.
Meng Yingying instinctively tried to back away, but Qi Changcheng was too fast.
But some people are even faster than Qi Changcheng.
Before Qi Changcheng's hand could fully reach Meng Yingying, it was grabbed by Qi Donghan with one hand. His movements were so swift that Qi Changcheng was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain.
"What are you doing?"
It turned out that Qi Donghan had been trying to pry his fingers off, and with a snap, he almost broke them.
Qi Changcheng endured the pain, and when he saw that it was Qi Donghan, he immediately shouted, "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten which side you're on?"
He knew that his family had given Qi Donghan money and entrusted him with the entire matter of breaking off the engagement with Meng Yingying.
To some extent, Qi Donghan should be considered one of their own.
Hearing Qi Changcheng's words, Meng Yingying became even more certain of Qi Xiaoer's identity. The two of them were clearly brothers, otherwise they wouldn't have said such a thing.
Qi Donghan grabbed Qi Changcheng and pulled him aside, seemingly trying to avoid Meng Yingying.
Meng Yingying naturally witnessed this scene, and she recalled how "Qi Xiaoer" had stood by her side and helped her before.
He deliberately avoided her and pulled Boss Qi aside for a private talk.
to be honest.
In Meng Yingying's opinion, "Qi Xiaoer" was actually a pretty good person.
Unfortunately, he has a bunch of bastards in his family.
Over there, Qi Donghan spoke with Qi Changcheng, and Meng Yingying only saw that when Qi Changcheng came over again, his gaze towards her held a mixture of awe and fear. However, he didn't dare to cause Meng Yingying any more trouble.
Meng Yingying, “?”
I have some doubts.
How could the eldest brother be afraid of his younger brother?
"They're gone."
Qi Donghan took off his coat and casually draped it over his arm. He was only wearing a pine-green shirt. He was tall and imposing, with an upright posture, so much so that his shoulders and waist were exceptionally straight.
Meng Yingying had a sudden realization: these two brothers don't look alike at all.
But before she could think about it, Qi Donghan had already driven the car outside and turned back to call out to her, "Get in, we can still make it to the cultural troupe's assessment if we leave now."
"If we wait any longer, it might be too late."
*
At nine o'clock, Director Fang of the cultural troupe was already waiting in the dance studio. However, she checked the time again and again, and as the hands were about to point to nine, there was still no movement outside.
She could only urge the people below her.
"Go and see if Commander Qi has brought Comrade Meng over."
This was the third time Lin Qiu had been dismissed. She resigned herself to her fate and went out, but she still didn't see Meng Yingying or Qi Donghan at the door.
She then returned and reported to Commander Fang, "Sir, we didn't see them."
"I'll wait ten more minutes. If they don't come soon, I'm going to a meeting out of town."
The other female soldiers in the cultural troupe naturally took Commander Fang's words to heart.
Everyone looked at each other, whispering among themselves, "Could it be that Meng Yingying is too afraid to come?"
"That's possible. After all, everyone says she's fat. Our cultural troupe's job is to dance, and once a person gains weight, many light movements become impossible."
"Could it be that she gave up because she thought it was too difficult?"
"But even if she was going to give up on herself, she should have at least given Commander Fang a heads-up. Commander Fang is a very busy man; he doesn't have that much time to waste."
"You mean, Meng Yingying stood up our Commander Fang?"
As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent, and even Commander Fang, who was sitting at the head of the table waiting, turned pale.
She couldn't sit still any longer, because the meeting was about to start. She glanced at her watch and saw that five minutes had already passed out of ten.
If Meng Yingying still hadn't arrived, she would have taken a car and left to attend a meeting at a performing arts troupe in another city.
As time ticked by, Meng Yingying still hadn't arrived.
Once in the car, Meng Yingying couldn't help but urge Qi Donghan, "Drive faster, or we'll be too late."
The delay caused by going back and forth this morning, if it goes any later, it might really be just what Chen Xiulan wanted.
She's going to give up the audition for the performing arts troupe.
Qi Donghan was driving a military jeep. He had almost floored the accelerator. With one press of the gas pedal, the car shot off a long distance.
"immediately."
The dance troupe's rehearsal room.
Commander Fang checked the time; ten minutes had already passed. She got up to leave, saying, "I won't wait any longer. If she comes, just say I've left."
She paused, somewhat displeased, "And if she comes again next time, just say the assessment is invalid."
Commander Fang disliked people who were not punctual the most.
Unfortunately, Meng Yingying encountered every single one of these problems.
She had barely finished speaking when...
Before Qi Donghan even arrived, his voice came over, "Commander Fang, wait a moment."
Commander Fang was about to leave when she heard Qi Donghan's voice and stopped abruptly.
There's no other reason than that she could disregard Meng Yingying's feelings, but she had no choice but to give Qi Donghan face.
"Commander Qi."
Commander Fang said something to save face, "At least we made it to the last second."
Nonsense, if it weren't for a last resort, Commander Fang would never want to offend Qi Donghan.
Qi Donghan led Meng Yingying over. He was tall and imposing, blocking the view of the slender and delicate Meng Yingying behind him, so much so that no one could actually see Meng Yingying's figure.
The next second, all you could see was Qi Donghan pulling Meng Yingying to the front, like a parent taking care of a child, explaining to her why she was late.
"I'm sorry, Comrade Meng Yingying was almost killed by the Qi family this morning."
As soon as he said that...
The dozen or so people in the dance studio immediately perked up their ears.
Is it that exciting?
Even Meng Yingying, who was standing to the side, was shocked for a moment. She hadn't expected Qi Donghan to explain it this way.
It would be a waste of his talent if he didn't become a news editor and write headlines.
Sure enough, even Commander Fang, whose face had been grim, was momentarily shocked upon hearing this. "What did you say?"
Qi Donghan was very knowledgeable about the art of subtle writing; he explained the whole story in just a few words.
"Meng Yingying planned to arrive at the performing arts troupe early at 6:30 in the morning, but the Qi family came to the guesthouse to stop her and threatened to kill her if she didn't give up the performance of the performing arts troupe and leave Harbin!"
Qi Dong emphasized the words "kill her" so heavily that it was impossible for anyone to ignore them.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Commander Fang instinctively slammed his fist on the table. "This is truly outrageous! They even dare to kill people?"
Upon hearing Commander Fang's words, Qi Donghan knew that she had taken it personally, and he deliberately turned around to look at Meng Yingying.
Meng Yingying understood immediately, and her eyes welled up with tears. "It's true, everything Commander Qi said is true."
"After the incident, I had no choice but to ask Xiao Qin, the staff member at the guesthouse, to call the police for me."
"I had to go to the police station to give a statement, which is why I'm late."
Seeing that Commander Fang's expression was softening, Meng Yingying pressed her advantage and bowed to Commander Fang, "Teacher, please give me another chance to be tested."
Meng Yingying was a genius in her past life, but even geniuses started as ordinary people. The reason she was able to stand out in the art troupe was because of this.
It's not just because she's talented, but also because she's put in a lot of hard work.
She knew what kind of people those in positions of power liked.
From rising to the top in the performing arts troupe to becoming famous nationwide, Meng Yingying wouldn't have been able to succeed if she didn't have some brains.
Sure enough, when Commander Fang heard her call him "teacher," he was momentarily surprised. But seeing her good attitude and her obedient and sincere nature, the last bit of anger in his heart disappeared.
However, what shocked her even more was Meng Yingying's figure. As someone who had been through it all, she could tell at a glance that Meng Yingying's proportions made her a perfect candidate for dance.
Three long and one small.
Very standard.
How does this relate to a 300-pound fat man?
Rumors are misleading.
"Come in with me."
Commander Fang said to Meng Yingying.
Seeing that Commander Fang was about to take Meng Yingying into the dance studio.
The other girls in the dance studio peeked out, and when they saw Meng Yingying behind Director Fang, they immediately started whispering among themselves, "Wasn't Meng Yingying supposed to be a country girl from the countryside?"
"Not only is he dark-skinned and overweight, but he also weighs 300 pounds. However, the woman in front of him is very thin and has a great figure. Is this really Meng Yingying?"
Everyone instinctively went to Ye Yingying to verify, but Ye Yingying had only heard Meng Yingying's name many times; in reality, she had never met her at all.
It was her first time meeting him too.
"Don't ask me, I don't know."
Looking at Meng Yingying, whose skin was fair and whose features were exquisite, Ye Yingtao couldn't help but say, "Qi Changming is really blind."
There's such a beautiful woman here, yet he says his childhood betrothal partner is a 300-pound, dark-skinned fat man.
Isn't this incredibly blind?
Faced with the gossip below, Commander Fang simply glanced back, and the girls below instantly fell silent.
She then turned her attention to Meng Yingying, "Can you dance?"
Do you have any prior knowledge?
Meng Yingying pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes, before I came here I was in the local city propaganda team for three years."
You actually have a foundation?
This surprised Commander Fang. She couldn't help but walk closer and look at her for a moment. "You've studied dance?"
Meng Yingying obediently hummed in agreement, casually stretching her limbs with agile and graceful movements. "I learned it back in my hometown."
This move made Commander Fang squint his eyes; this was a natural-born dancer.
Director Fang took a deep breath. "Do you have dance costumes and dance shoes?"
"have."
When Meng Yingying came to Harbin from western Hunan to join the team, she didn't bring many clothes, but this dance costume was the one she took with her everywhere.
Commander Fang made a quick decision: "Go to the changing room, change your clothes and shoes, and then come out and dance for me to see."
Meng Yingying let out a soft "Ai." She didn't know anything about the performing arts troupe, let alone where the changing rooms were.
He glanced around blankly.
Commander Fang immediately understood. "Officer Xu, take Comrade Meng over there. If she needs anything, just cooperate."
Officer Xu agreed, but hesitated, "Boss, your meeting is at 9:30. If we continue to review the assessment, I'm afraid we won't make it in time."
At this moment, Commander Fang was no longer in a hurry. "I have more important things to do. If I didn't participate, so be it. At worst, they can laugh at me for a while."
Anyway, this isn't the first time their performing arts troupe has come in last place during performance competitions.
When Officer Xu saw this scene from Commander Fang, she couldn't help but be a little surprised. She really didn't expect that Commander Fang valued Meng Yingying so much.
She even canceled her upcoming meetings.
Seeing that Commander Fang had made a decision, she stopped interfering and simply took Meng Yingying into the changing room.
As soon as she left, the scene erupted in chaos.
Lin Qiu and the others lagged behind and whispered among themselves, "Meng Yingying is so beautiful, and with that figure, she's definitely got the makings of a dancer."
Ye Yingtao didn't hear; she was lost in thought.
"I feel that Commander Fang values Meng Yingying quite a bit, but I don't know if Meng Yingying is worthy of Commander Fang's high regard."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Jia Xiaoli, standing next to her, couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Even if Meng Yingying has studied dance, can she compare to us professionals who have studied for over ten years?"
"Lin Qiu, I think you've gotten so used to being a nice guy that you see everyone as a nice person."
Lin Qiu disliked Jia Xiaoli. She always felt that Jia Xiaoli was too competitive and ambitious, and that she looked down on everyone just because she was a female soldier in the cultural troupe.
She rolled her eyes. "I just think Meng Yingying is amazing, so what?"
"Besides, I don't see everyone as a good person. At least you, Jia Xiaoli, are not a good person in my eyes."
As soon as she said this, Jia Xiaoli's expression changed. She immediately tugged at her braid and sneered, "Just believe it. You'll know how much your face hurts when Meng Yingying's dance is substandard."
Lin Qiu was too lazy to talk to her, so she turned to look at Ye Yingtao. Ye Yingtao was usually very sharp-tongued, so she wondered why she was silent.
When he turned around, he saw that Ye Yingtao's face was pale. "Yingtao, what's wrong?"
Lin Qiu hurriedly asked.
Ye Yingtao didn't say anything.
Lin Qiu glanced around and then pulled Ye Yingtao to the door. The two were good friends and knew what the other was thinking. "Are you thinking about going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to meet Qi Changming?"
Ye Yingtao hummed in agreement. She glanced at the bustling crowd and saw that Meng Yingying had already been taken to the dance studio by Secretary Xu.
So, without the parties involved, she had no more scruples.
"Lin Qiu, you said that Meng Yingying and Qi Changming were betrothed since childhood. People who can be betrothed must have had a good relationship between their parents in their generation. Under such circumstances, the Qi family was able to try to kill Meng Yingying. They even wanted to kill her so that she wouldn't participate in the cultural troupe's assessment."
"The Qi family is so ruthless. If I had gone to the civil affairs office with Qi Changming this morning and gotten a marriage certificate, do you think I would be the next one to suffer the same fate?"
Lin Qiuzhen had never considered this perspective before. She remained silent for a long time before saying, "Cherry, all I can say is that you should thank Meng Yingying."
"I also need to thank myself."
"You didn't intend to steal Meng Yingying's fiancé, and you didn't have any wicked thoughts, which is why you escaped this predicament. Similarly, Meng Yingying went through this ordeal for you, and you've seen the true nature of the Qi family. From now on, you shouldn't contact Qi Changming anymore."
Lin Qiu is a woman of few words and a kind-hearted person, but she is always the kind of person who has a clear plan in mind.
She didn't have as many thoughts as Ye Yingtao; she just wanted to dance peacefully and stay in the performing arts troupe for the rest of her life.
Ye Yingtao gave a slightly shaken "Mmm," and murmured, "I was going to—"
Thank you, Meng Yingying.
The last few words hadn't been finished.
Officer Xu brought Meng Yingying out, his face full of admiration. "Your dance costume seems a bit too big. Wear this one instead."
Meng Yingying nodded. She wasn't wearing her own dance costume, and because she wasn't familiar with it, she tugged at the hem of her skirt somewhat awkwardly.
As soon as they came out, everyone naturally looked over.
All that could be seen was Meng Yingying with her hair tied up high, her black V-neck dance costume outlining her body lines, revealing a slender, fair swan neck and clear, beautiful collarbones.
Because of her father's passing and a series of illnesses, the plump flesh on her body almost disappeared all at once. She was not thin, but rather slender with a strong sense of strength.
Her shoulder and neck lines are also straight and smooth, her arms are long and slender, and her waist is so thin that it's hard to wrap your hands around it, but her muscles are firm and her lower body is stable.
Especially her legs, straight and slender, which, because they were always covered by loose clothing, revealed skin that was as white as snow, almost dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the black dance dress.
Almost instantly.
The dozens of people in the large dance studio instantly fell silent.
At this moment, you could see a pin drop.
Ye Yingtao's mouth dropped open in surprise, forgetting even the fear the Qi family had instilled in her. She murmured unconsciously, "Is Meng Yingying really that beautiful?"
She wasn't actually this obvious before, as she was wearing a loose white dress.
Lin Qiu subconsciously compared the other person's slender waist to his own waistline, which he had painstakingly maintained for many years, and an indescribable emotion welled up inside him.
She murmured, "My God, is this a fairy?"
Commander Fang and Officer Xu didn't speak, but their eyes were full of admiration.
When Jia Xiaoli saw that everyone was staring at Meng Yingying, she snorted, her resentment obvious.
As for Qi Donghan, who was at the very back, he stood by the window at the entrance of the dance studio. He was tall, so even though there were many people in the dance studio, it didn't stop him from catching a glimpse of Meng Yingying.
He was a little further away, and from his vantage point he could only see Meng Yingying, who had a slender waist, long legs, snow-white skin, and wore a dance costume, with a figure that was almost perfect.
Her face was even more outstanding than her figure; under the lights, she was almost breathtakingly beautiful.
Qi Donghan heard his heart pounding, each beat louder than the last.
His gaze was fixed on Meng Yingying, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
A voice inside him told her...
It's her!
It's her!
Front.
Meng Yingying was used to everyone's amazed looks at her. After getting used to her dance costume, she walked up to Director Fang and asked, "Teacher, what aspects does the cultural troupe assess us on?"
Fang Tuan was looking at the roster, but when he looked up at Meng Yingying, his eyes showed more appreciation. "You warm up first, let me watch you warm up."
Warming up is the most basic movement, and you can see the opponent's basic skills from it.
Meng Yingying nodded, and wearing her dance costume, she walked lightly to the horizontal bar. She first stretched her limbs, and then did a split.
Without giving anyone time to react, she easily spread her legs and sat down gracefully, her legs forming a full 180 degrees.
Get up, sit down, get up, sit down.
In just one minute, she did the splits at least ten times. After confirming that her ligaments were stretched, she then did some stretching on the uneven bars.
It's so quiet in the air.
"Doesn't her legs hurt when she does that jumping splits?"
Lin Qiu asked, almost trembling.
Although the splits are the most basic skill, they still need to be practiced every day. And if you don't practice for a long time, the pain when you press down into the splits is almost excruciating.
This is something they have all experienced, but when they look at Meng Yingying, she jumps into the splits with a relaxed expression, showing no discomfort whatsoever.
I don't know who gasped first.
"hiss."
"What a ruthless person."
Commander Fang didn't speak, but quietly watched Meng Yingying's every step. "Alright, the warm-up is over. Let's begin. Dance a dance you're familiar with."
This is practically giving Meng Yingying a free pass, letting her dance a dance she's familiar with. What else could this be but giving her a free pass?
Meng Yingying thought of a dance she often practiced in the propaganda team when she first transmigrated, so she said, "Play me a clip of grassland female militia."
"I'll dance this dance."
Commander Fang went to see Officer Xu, who hesitated for a moment before reminding him, "The 'Grassland Women Militia' is a classic song and a classic dance, requiring extremely high skill and expressiveness. Comrade Meng Yingying, are you sure you want to dance this one?"
Meng Yingying nodded, her beautiful face calm. "I'm sure."
This is the dance that the original owner performed for three years.
She should have chosen this dance.
"Meng Yingying, did you see that?"
"I will use your three years of dance practice to get you into the performing arts troupe."
It will also send you on your way to success.
With my skills and your body, let's climb to higher places together.
For a fleeting moment, Meng Yingying felt a surge of energy in the air, and she instinctively looked around.
Apart from the members of the performing arts troupe, she didn't see anything strange.
Meng Yingying clenched her fingers tightly and murmured, "Don't worry, we'll both get into the performing arts troupe."
The original owner of Meng Yingying's life shouldn't have been limited to Qi Xiaoer.
She went to great lengths to stay in the propaganda team for three years, those three difficult years, but she persevered.
Her target wasn't just Qi Xiaoer.
Her goal was also to join the performing arts troupe.
Qi Xiaoer was only a part of her life, but the performing arts troupe was her whole life.
After figuring these things out, Meng Yingying's tense body gradually relaxed, and her almond-shaped eyes, which were always filled with inferiority and timidity, softened.
Now, having found her goal, she appears clear and determined. The small beauty mark under her eyelid is no longer a delicate and pitiful adornment, but rather adds a touch of aloof charm.
Meng Yingying took a deep breath, calmly and resolutely watching as Officer Xu turned on the radio.
Officer Xu was tuning the radio, trying to find the song "Female Militia of the Grasslands," just as the intro to the tuning was about to begin.
Everyone knew that the main event was about to begin.
We're just waiting for Commander Fang to speak.
Sure enough, Commander Fang sat in the chair in the center, her voice steady and devoid of emotion, "Comrade Meng, we can begin."
As soon as he said that,
Ye Yingtao, Lin Qiu, Jia Xiaoli, and a group of other sisters all looked at Meng Yingying, who was standing in the middle of the dance studio stage, with curious eyes, and everyone held their breath.
How well will she dance? Will she really pass the test?
It's still the same old stuff; it's all just empty talk on paper.
Now it's time to see who's truly capable.
Some people had high hopes, while others mocked. But none of this mattered to Meng Yingying.
As the intro to this song by the grassland female militia begins.
Meng Yingying took a deep breath and entered the state of mind with light steps. She was like a fairy strolling among the flowers, light, free, and carefree.
This made Jia Xiaoli, who had been mocking her, instantly become more serious. She had to ask herself honestly, could she really be this relaxed and free during the prelude?
No, because she's nervous, because she's too concerned about gains and losses, and about the opinions of those around her, so she'll be tense at first.
Meng Yingying, however, was completely devoted; she saw herself as a graceful butterfly.
Thinking of this, Jia Xiaoli bit her lip and her gaze tightened. This was just the beginning; the rest would only get harder. She didn't believe that Meng Yingying, an amateur, could do such a difficult back kick to the Purple Gold Crown.
As the music grew louder and louder.
Meng Yingying danced to the rhythm, starting lightly and casually, then gradually tightening up. When the music reached its climax, she took a deep breath, her eyes were firm, and she spun with her legs raised high.
Then, after landing, he immediately delivered a back kick to the Purple Gold Crown.
The next instant, she soared into the air on the stage, graceful as a startled swan, and like a dragon.
In no time, she fell from the air, her right leg as a supporting leg, as steady as a rock, while her left leg kicked back in a perfect arc, her instep pointed, almost touching the back of her head.
Her entire body formed a full and powerful reverse bow. She performed this difficult move with ease, graceful precision.
The once bustling dance studio instantly fell silent.
Jia Xiaoli, who had been waiting to see Meng Yingying make a fool of herself, also gasped. Her eyes widened. "Impossible, impossible!"
"Kicking the purple and gold crown backwards is so difficult, there are no more than three people in our area who can do it."
Keep in mind that they practiced hard for many years to barely be able to do this move, and they couldn't succeed every time.
However, in terms of standards and beauty, she is absolutely inferior to Meng Yingying in front of her.
Is this really a newcomer?
They exchanged a glance instinctively.
"That's impossible."
Jia Xiaoli denied it again. She could hardly believe her eyes.
Unfortunately, no one is paying attention to her anymore.
Meanwhile, the group leader, who had been sitting casually on the main stage, sat up straighter and straighter, leaning forward with her eyes fixed intently on the stage.
All we saw was Meng Yingying's perfect execution; after kicking the purple-gold crown backwards, she began to perform a flat turn.
Everyone knew that an even more difficult move than kicking the purple and gold crown backwards was coming.
Commander Fang couldn't help but hold her breath, her eyes fixed on Meng Yingying's every move.
Meng Yingying entered a state of complete absorption, oblivious to everyone around her.
She moved across the stage with light, tiptoeing steps, gradually increasing in speed.
As her speed increased, the path she followed was so straight that it was as if a ruler had been drawn across the floor, without the slightest deviation.
Her small steps followed the rhythm of the music, and as the melody reached its climax, she lifted herself up, spinning more than a dozen times before landing steadily in a big leap.
The pause was only a second.
The next instant, she was airborne again, with an extremely strong sense of suspension. Her front leg kicked straight out and her back leg stretched out, with her toes pointed. She achieved a perfect split in the air, but when she landed, she was as light as a feather and made no sound.
As the last beat of the music ended, Meng Yingying lowered her head, slightly raised her chin, and gazed intently into the distance. Her breathing was steady, and her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
The music stopped.
A brief, impenetrable silence fell over the dance studio.
Everyone was stunned by the incredibly impactful performance.
Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu exchanged a glance, and they subconsciously said, "Is this a deity?"
Even the dancing of gods couldn't compare.
Commander Fang was the first to react, raising his hand to clap, "Good!"
Then, she quickly walked to Meng Yingying in the center of the stage, her expression almost one of admiration, "Comrade Meng Yingying, your flexibility, explosiveness, and control were all outstanding! Especially that in-air posture and landing control of the backward kick to the purple-gold crown, it was truly remarkable!"
"Even if I were the examiner, I would have to admit that your movement was almost perfect."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, making her look stunningly beautiful.
She asked nervously, "So, did I pass?"
Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu almost answered for Commander Fang.
If this isn't passing the test, what is?
Unfortunately, it wasn't their turn to speak. They were well aware of this. Instead, Jia Xiaoli, who was standing next to them, suddenly said, "Our cultural troupe not only assesses dancing but also singing. If you're good at dancing but don't have a good voice, isn't that all for nothing?"
As soon as he said that, everyone instinctively looked over.
Jia Xiaoli felt uncomfortable being stared at, so she raised her chin and said, "What are you looking at? I didn't say anything wrong. Our cultural troupe's evaluation criteria are all-round development."
Meng Yingying suddenly asked, "Singing, is that right?"
Jia Xiaoli nodded.
Meng Yingying agreed without hesitation, "No problem."
Seeing that she had agreed, Jia Xiaoli couldn't help but feel secretly pleased, knowing that Meng Yingying had just been dancing intensely.
If I were to sing now, I'm afraid I wouldn't have the energy.
Who would have thought?
Meng Yingying simply stood on the stage and let out a soft sigh.
The next second, without even opening her mouth, a vast soprano voice emanated from her throat.
The mockery on Jia Xiaoli's face hadn't faded before it froze instantly.
Then came a deathly silence.
The high and low notes shifted effortlessly, the beautiful timbre was pure and ethereal, clean as a mountain after a fresh rain, unforgettable once heard.
Just as Jia Xiaoli was about to speak, Commander Fang interrupted her abruptly, saying, "Shut up."
Jia Xiaoli's face instantly turned as red as an overturned palette.
Lin Qiu smiled, and Ye Yingtao didn't say anything. She let out a soft sigh, "Lin Qiu, our art troupe is about to welcome a genius."
"A genius who can fight Shen Qiuyue."
Sure enough, as soon as Ye Yingtao finished speaking, Commander Fang suppressed his excitement and walked up to Meng Yingying. "Comrade Meng, I see that your voice is extremely open and clear. You must be very good at singing."
Meng Yingying shook her head and said obediently, "I'm not good at singing."
Singing was not her forte in either of her lives.
Singing was just a side thing; it was a talent given to me by my family.
She loves dancing.
The feeling of dancing allowed her to immerse herself completely in the experience.
"You're being too modest."
Commander Fang looked at her, his eyes shining, and praised, "With your voice, you're absolutely a singing genius."
"However, you dance very well too; you're a natural dancer."
At this point, Commander Fang couldn't help but rub his hands together repeatedly, then extended his hand to Meng Yingying, formally inviting her, "Comrade Meng Yingying, welcome to the cultural troupe!"
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Author's Note: Fang Tuan (clapping seals): Welcome to the art troupe, genius Meng Yingying!
Meng Yingying: Let's begin a new chapter!
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