In the dark, a woman's voice sounded: "Sister, who do you hope can win?"

Another woman's voice: "What do you say?"

"Do you want Jiang Feng to win? After all, Song Ran is so beautiful. ”

"Heh, Jiang Feng has lost the hearts of the people, and now the only one who supports her is Shao Tuan, but how long can Shao Tuan support her?"

"I can't say, when Shao Tuan founded the group, Jiang Feng followed Shao Tuan, over the years, no matter how Jiang Feng messed around, didn't Shao Tuan always stand on her side?"

"Jiang Feng is becoming more and more rampant now, not only Director Li, but how many people in this troupe like her? Song Ran? No matter how capable she is, she is just a nineteen-year-old girl, don't be afraid, keep her, we will all be very relaxed in the future, everyone is happy, how good. ”

"Well, sister, you're right. ”

Out of the art troupe, many people outside were waiting for Song Ran, Xiao Jiu and his brothers in the dormitory, her sister, Yang Haitao and Wu's mother, all of them were not very happy.

Song Ran hurriedly went to comfort them, and after a few words of relief, Xiao Jiu was dragged away by his brothers in the dormitory.

Song Ran got into the car with her sister.

Yang Haitao looked back at her: "So, are you sure that Jiang Feng played tricks?"

Song Ran shrugged: "It's obvious." ”

Song Xuan was indignant: "As your senior, as one of the three pillars of the Municipal Art Troupe, won't she be ashamed of her actions?"

Wu's mother was also very angry: "This woman is really hateful." ”

Song Ran said helplessly: "If she would be embarrassed, she would not do such a thing, but I want to feel relieved, the more she is afraid of me, the more it shows that she is afraid of my strength." ”

Yang Haitao glanced at her through the rearview mirror: "Then tomorrow, I will let my people continue to come." ”

Song Ran waved his hand: "No, the tickets have already been sold, and there will be no resale of tickets." ”

"So you went to the ticket office and asked, which show sells the most tickets?"

"What was snatched away by Jiang Feng belongs to my game, which is slightly better. ”

Song Xuan was even angrier: "You admit defeat?"

Song Ran looked straight ahead: "I never know what it is to admit defeat? I only know that my future is not a dream, I live every minute very seriously, and the choice is handed over to our head of the regiment, if he really only chooses from the attendance, then, in fact, this art troupe, in fact, is not worth my life for it." ”

Song Xuan clenched her hand: "Don't you make a remedy?" I heard that you Shao Tuan have always taken care of Jiang Feng. ”

Song Ran stretched out his index finger and shook it: "I'll do my part, it's enough." ”

"Okay, I support you, if your head is unreasonable, this art troupe is not worth your stay. ”

"Hmm. ”

The next day, as soon as Song Ran dressed up, Director Li couldn't help but praise: "It is worthy of being a person who has played the little prince Nangong, your Fan Lihua is much more heroic than Jiang Feng, a heroine, you should grow like you." ”

Song Ran's spirit, concentration, appearance, lines, figure, and playing are all better than Jiang Feng.

It's not even a little bit stronger.

Although the attendance rate is not as high as Jiang Feng.

However, as the climax was repeated, the audience resounded with bursts of applause.

The scene of the hot-blooded children calming the chaos and swaying on the battlefield was interpreted by her so that people watched their blood boiling, and Director Li couldn't help but give her the highest praise along with the applause of the audience.