When the song ended and the people left, Gu Yu gently patted Lu Xiaoxi's face before she woke up, and the person rubbed his eyes in a daze.

"You finally want to wake up? Do you think the show of our Red Star Art Troupe is boring. No one sings better than you, so you can only sleep to humiliate us?"

The sharp accusation comes from Betsia.

She is really, always on the road to death.

Lu Xiaoxi looked at her helplessly, shook her head and refused to speak.

Bei Jiajia became even more excited: "You are talking. Why are you talking? There is nothing to say?"

"I can't argue with you, so I don't plan to argue. I only like to do something, not talk."

"You should do it and let me see what you, a miracle doctor, have. Ah Kaka."

As soon as Bei Jiajia finished speaking, she felt that her throat seemed to be pinched by something, and she could no longer speak, and could only send a low and mute voice.

The whole world is quiet.

This time it was Lu Xiaoxi's turn.

"First of all, I slept because I was sleepy. Today, our class got up at around five o'clock to rehearse the show. There was no rest at all in the middle. It seemed like a war was fought, and I was really sleepy.

I am just an ordinary person, not a well-trained warrior, and even the most delicious show, I can't hold on.

If you accuse me of what I just went to bed, I am willing to apologize.

I think the original intention of the Art Troupe is not only to promote culture and enrich the soldiers' spare time, but also to bring people more relaxation and pleasure.

If this kind of thing becomes the same as our students’ coursework, what’s the point?”

Lu Xiaoxi's words were not loud, but they were very firm.

The most important thing is that Bei Jiajia can't speak now, and no one interrupted her.

When Lu Xiaoxi finished speaking, Gu Jiaan slapped his thigh:

"Well said it! Some comrades in our art troupe, relying on their own skill, began to be proud and complacent and did not take grassroots comrades seriously.

Okay, your performance was very successful this time, but my attitude disappointed me. I have invited Deputy Leader Zhang to conduct a three-month training camp for our Red Star Art Troupe.

I hope that after the training camp, our Red Star Art Troupe will have a new look."

The leader has finished teaching the lesson.

Now that Bei Jiajia has become the culprit for their training, and she will be rolled a lot in the art troupe.

...

Time is over, and the new year's New Year's Day is here.

Lu Xiaoxi slept beautifully and did not get up until after nine o'clock in the morning, but was still woken up by the phone.

Her family has installed a phone number, but this semester has moved to the military compound and changed the phone number. She has not told her classmates and relatives yet, why would anyone call her for no reason?

Lu Xiaoxi rubbed his eyes, put on his jeans thickly, wrapped himself in a thin coat, and went to the living room to answer the phone.

"Sister, do you miss me?"

The familiar voice drove Lu Xiaoxi away all her sleepiness.

"Who are you? I don't have a sister." Lu Xiaoxi wanted to hang up the phone after saying that. She didn't want to get in touch with Li Changan, the little lunatic.

"Sister, don't hang up, I'm An'er. I know you can hear my voice. An'er is so happy.

I am not the saint of the cult now, I am the granddaughter of the old Marshal Li Aimin."

"You are really capable."

Old Marshal Li Aimin, one of the top ten Marshals in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Now he is almost in his eighties.

Li Changan was able to take advantage of his old man's way, which was equivalent to getting himself a gold medal for avoiding death.
Chapter completed!