He Yiran followed behind her and observed her, but still felt that something was not right.
When she gets back, she will tell her father and ask him to analyze the situation with her. If Jiang Hongyan is not honest, she will let her father teach her a lesson.
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The backstage of the art troupe was busy.
The warm yellow light was swaying overhead, creating a tense atmosphere.
The dressing table was filled with all sorts of things, including some cosmetics that the art soldiers brought from home.
The mirror is old and a little mottled, and the figures reflected in it are a little blurry.
Jiang Xiachu stood in the corner, tightly holding a military water bottle in her hand, which was filled with spiritual spring water that she had just taken out from the space.
She didn't know why, but the closer she got to the stage, the faster her heart beat. She was extremely nervous. She hadn't been this nervous during previous assessments.
Jiang Xiachu tilted his head back and took several gulps of the spiritual spring water, forcing himself to suppress the tension in his heart, but his fingertips still tightened uncontrollably.
"Xia Chu, are you still nervous?" Lin Qingli beside her gently patted Jiang Xia Chu's shoulder. Feeling that she was not in a good state, she comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, you will definitely be able to do it."
When the other girls heard Lin Qingli's words, they came over and encouraged her, "Yes, Xia Chu, you can do it. Don't be too nervous!"
"In my heart, you are the pillar of our group. You are the best!"
"Xia Chu, come on!"
“…”
The art soldiers all like Jiang Xiachu very much.
She is very generous and doesn't hide anything. The "facial masks" and "health teas" she shared are rare items that have never been seen before, and the effects are very good after using them.
After using the facial mask for a few days, their skin became visibly smoother and more delicate. After drinking the health tea, they also felt much more comfortable.
Moreover, Jiang Xiachu was very generous in teaching dancing. They asked her some questions, and as long as Jiang Xiachu knew something, she would teach them directly.
Having received a lot of help from her, they now all think that Jiang Xiachu is a very good person.
Qin Ningqian also nodded and echoed: "Don't be nervous, in our hearts, you are the best."
Jiang Xiachu took a deep breath, turned to look at them, and said softly: "I understand. Everyone, try your best and don't let your efforts these days go to waste."
"Uh-huh!"
“…”
The show was about to begin, and everyone continued to put on their makeup.
Jiang Xiachu walked to a corner where no one was paying attention, took out a set of cosmetics, and then walked back into the room.
Many girls in the art troupe have little experience with cosmetics and don’t know how to put on makeup. They make a mess of themselves and look even prettier without makeup.
Jiang Xiachu was amused when he saw everyone's expressions.
She packed up her cosmetics and placed them on the table. Then she looked at the girls around her and said softly, "Let me do your makeup. I've practiced before, so I should be able to do it pretty well."
She just looked at the makeup everyone put on her and her eyes went dark.
Everyone had a pale face, with very red blush and very red lipstick. From a distance, they looked like little ghost faces.
The dance they performed was about revolutionary spirit, and it looked inappropriate no matter how you looked at it for them to go on stage with this kind of makeup.
When everyone heard her words, they immediately came forward with a look of surprise on their faces, "Really? Xia Chu, you can actually put on makeup!"
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