Chapter 380 Stealing the Spotlight
Zhang Xiaomei was facing Fang Fang, and when she saw her glaring at Lu Sihui fiercely while eating, she hit her with her elbow and motioned for her to look over there.
"Eat your meal honestly."
Lu Sihui has now been promoted by Instructor Huang to be the squad leader. The others are convinced by her because she is better than them in every way.
Only Zhang Xiaomei and Zhao Yuying were not convinced. Zhang Xiaomei hoped that she could become the class monitor so that she would have more chances to become a regular employee. For this purpose, she found many opportunities to get close to Instructor Huang.
But in the end she still didn't get the position of class monitor. She was secretly angry in her heart, but on the surface she was respectful to Lu Sihui.
But today she was just being mean. As long as Lu Sihui and Fang Fang started arguing, it would mean she was not united with her comrades and she would naturally not be worthy of being a squad leader.
Unexpectedly, Lu Sihui didn't fall for it and stabbed her directly. She lowered her head unhappily and muttered in a low voice: "Good intentions don't get good rewards."
Lu Sihui ignored her. It was dinner time and nothing was more important than eating.
Soon, people finished their meals and left the cafeteria. Lu Sihui was the first one in the class to finish eating. She picked up her lunch helmet, stood up and left.
She had to rush to the faucet and queue up to wash her rice helmet.
"Squad leader, I've finished eating too, let's eat together."
Zhang Xiaomei stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into her mouth and ran after Lu Sihui.
"There are still vegetables in the basin! Eat them all up, it would be a waste if you don't eat them."
Lu Sihui frowned at her rice helmet, which still had half of the food left in it. Seeing that she wanted to throw it away, she gave her an order.
"I can't eat any more."
Zhang Xiaomei looked at Lu Sihui with a bitter face, feeling that she was making things difficult for her.
"Give it to me. There just happens to be not enough food."
Huang Yaomei stood up with a smile, poured the remaining food of Zhang Xiaomei into her rice helmet, and began to eat it voraciously.
"Little sister, you have to be careful. We are art soldiers. If we are too fat, we can't perform. Then we have to pack up and go home."
Li Mei frowned and looked at Huang Yaomei. She didn't mind that Zhang Xiaomei was dirty.
"I know. It's not that my stomach is empty. I train every day. If I don't eat enough, I can't bear it."
Huang Yaomei finished the food in a few bites and smiled innocently.
She was able to become an art soldier thanks to her brother, who died while rescuing people. The army took care of her family's difficulties and let her become an art soldier.
Otherwise, there would be no chance for her to pass the exam.
Fang Fang had finally managed to swallow her food, and was now worried about what to do if she had to eat the same food every day.
This is the difference. Lu Sihui and the others felt like they were in heaven, while Fang Fang, who came from a wealthy family, felt that she was miserable and that life was worse than death.
In the afternoon, I have to go to the training hall to do body training. After all, I am a cultural and artistic soldier, so the focus is still on this aspect.
Fang Fang was put in solitary confinement as soon as she arrived, and she almost had a minor offense recorded in her file, which was a shame for her.
Afraid that her comrades would laugh at her, she stole the spotlight during physical training.
When bending down, her posture is the most standard, and when doing splits, her speed is the fastest.
This made Zhang Xiaomei and the others extremely envious, mainly because they were doing farm work at home and had a rather strong backbone.
Now there are only Lu Sihui, Zhao Yuying, Fang Fang, and Lu Xiaoyan, so there is no pressure in doing these movements.
But the one who was the fastest and most standard was Fang Fang, so everyone ran to ask for advice on techniques, especially Zhang Xiaomei. In order to stay in the army, she was eager to stand out and was better than others in everything she did.
"Fang Fang, can you tell me some techniques? When I bend down, my waist feels like it's going to break."
She looked at Fang Fang with a bitter face, hoping there was a shortcut that would allow her to complete the standard in one day.
There was a flash of disdain in Fang Fang's eyes. "You country bumpkin, don't take on this job if you don't have the skills."
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