Chapter 276 How can I defeat him?
“It hurts so much.”
Zhao Yuying was in so much pain that tears came out. She practiced bending back and doing splits every day, and she felt like her waist and legs were about to break.
"If you want to pass the exam, don't be afraid of the pain."
Fang Fang stood aside, looking at her with her arms folded across her chest, a cold smile on her lips.
Could this damn girl be lying to her? A few days passed in a flash, and she never saw Zhou Zixu again.
She helped her for a purpose, she was determined to get Zhou Zixu, and only a man like that was worthy of her.
"Um."
Zhao Yuying gritted her teeth and persevered, with beads of sweat dripping down her head. Bending down was painful, and doing splits was even more painful. She felt like crying because of the pain.
"The art troupe exam includes bending back and splits, which test your body coordination and whether you are flexible enough. You are too stupid. It takes so long to learn the basic skills. If you want to learn a dance, you probably won't have enough time for the exam."
Fang Fang looked at her fingernails and spoke with sarcasm.
A girl from the countryside who can't bear any hardship wants to join the art troupe?
It would be better to just stay at home and farm!
"Sister Fang Fang, why don't you teach me the dance moves so I can practice them when I get home."
"Okay! By the way, why hasn't your cousin come to see you recently?"
Fang Fang nodded in agreement, and her eyes turned to Zhou Zixu.
"The military district will have a big competition soon, and he is training."
Zhao Yuying hurriedly told her the news she had heard from her eldest brother, and looked at Fang Fang uneasily, discovering that she had been looking at her with increasing suspicion recently.
She doesn't know how long she can continue acting?
"Is that so? No wonder! Where does your cousin live? Why don't you take me to his house? Training is very hard, and I want to make some chicken soup for him."
Fang Fang smiled and looked at Zhao Yuying's eyes with scrutiny. It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and this Zhao Yuying is no pushover either.
Her eyes were so lively, especially when she mentioned Zhou Zixu, they moved even faster.
"My cousin's house is in the military compound, and there are sentries guarding it. My uncle is the commander of the military region, and ordinary people can't just go to his house casually."
Zhao Yuying sat up straight, swallowed and looked at Fang Fang. She found that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to deal with her.
"Is that so?"
Fang Fang's eyes lit up when she heard that Zhou Zixu's father was a military commander. He was a high-ranking official! If she could really marry Zhou Zixu, it would not only bring glory to her, but also be glorious to talk about it!
"Yes, I can't usually go. Usually my cousin comes to my house."
Seeing that she believed it, Zhao Yuying lied even better. Except for the fact that Zhou Zixu's cousin's identity was wrong, she did not lie.
"Well, let's practice quickly. I'll teach you the red silk dance. You will definitely be admitted to the art troupe, but you have to remember that I want to join the art troupe too."
Fang Fang suddenly put her face in front of Zhao Yuying and smiled brightly, but her words made Zhao Yuying want to slap her.
It's disgusting enough that Li Sihui is competing with her for Zhou Zixu, and now Fang Fang is also trying to be a toad and want to eat swan meat?
"well."
I smiled and nodded. Let's coax her first! It's more important to get into the art troupe.
Zhou Zixu achieved his first goal and ended his training. He took his toiletries and went to take a shower. At this time, the hot water was almost gone. He was used to taking cold showers. When he was a child, he used it to punish himself, but it became a habit when he grew up.
He was thinking about the next competition event, shooting. His eldest brother was known as the sharpshooter of the 39th Army. How could he beat him?
But in the ordinary shooting event, the result was at most a tie, because the big brother never missed a shot and always hit the bull's eye.
With his hands on the wall, the stern-faced Li Sihui appeared in front of him, and he smiled gently.
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