"Haha, I see that your medical skills are so magical, I really think you are a god." Bei Jiajia responded half-jokingly, alleviating the embarrassment between the two of them.

"Comrade Bei Jiajia, stop making trouble here, go and rehearse!" Uncle San was a little unhappy.

Beijia and Canon made the scene come back, but they were surrounded by people from their art troupe, so no one could tell them.

Gu Jia'an is not a fool. Not to mention that Lu Xiaoxi is his future niece-in-law, she just lit up Lu Xiaoxi's iron lungs. Out of her love for talent, she also has to protect this girl.

After looking at Lu Xiaoxi, Gu Jiaan decided to beat Bei Jiajia for a few more words:

"Bei Jiajia, do you think Peng Yingying is gone and you are the pillar of our group? Just your troubles are not good.

I told you straight, the little girl in front of you sang the high notes higher than you and sang steadily."

"I know I'm wrong, so don't deliberately harm me." Bei Jiajia didn't dare to argue with Captain Gu, so she stuck out her tongue playfully.

Of course she didn't believe Gu Jia'an's words. There was only one pillar like Peng Yingying in the country, and she was just a little worse than Peng Yingying. How could so many people be better than her? She even picked up a high school student and came here?

"She and my sister are classmates. My sister chose to lead the chorus of their class. She is just a candidate and has not received professional vocal training. How could she be taller than me?"

"I think you don't give up until you see the Yellow River. I originally thought I would talk about it after tonight, so as not to hurt your enthusiasm. Since you want to know, I will tell you."

After saying that, Gu Jiaan took out a tray from his bag and put it into the CD machine next to the TV.

Lu Xiaoxi didn't expect that Uncle San actually had a plate for their school's New Year's Day party.

Gu Jia'an was transferred to Lu Xiaoxi's class to the chorus, and Lu Xiaoxi's clear and powerful lead voice was extremely recognizable.

After listening, Bei Jiajia curled her lips disdainfully.

She obviously dissatisfied and murmured quietly, just because she didn't have the nerve to tear the team leader.

Uncle San smiled: "Comrade Bei Jiajia, pride makes people ugly. You were originally a very beautiful little girl, pride makes you ugly."

"I'm not proud, I just talk about the facts. This level of chorus cannot meet the standards of our art troupe. I admit that her voice is very malleable. If you say she has potential, I agree, but you can't just step on us old people just because of the newcomers, right?" Bei Jiajia said this, and she felt a little regretful.

She just listened to her sister's complaints and forgot to find the truth about the matter. After listening to this chorus, she understood that Lu Xiaoxi was not the candidate for her sister's words. She sang better, but her sister was jealous.

But who told her that it was her sister? How could she not care about this girl hit her sister? It was even more impossible for this ordinary high school student to step on her face. How could she still be in the art troupe? She has to follow Peng Yingying's path and become a singer in the future.

"Okay. Then I won't save you face, I'll give you another time." Uncle San glanced at Bei Jiajia and shook his head in disappointment.

Regardless of whether Lu Xiaoxi joins or not, Bei Jiajia is not suitable to be a pillar of their art troupe. Our art troupe is also an army organization, and the first priority is to character.
Chapter completed!