Thinking of this, Zhu Qiuman's face was not very good: "How can you still encourage Don't spare your ambitions and destroy your reputation" What's wrong with Red Star Machinery Factory? There is no stipulation that the Red Star Machinery Factory must take first place. ”

Su Chunmei spread her hands indifferently: "Just because I didn't."

She leaned against the wall and read it again.

Zhang Xinying has just joined the Publicity Section. She didn't know about the past competitions of the Propaganda Section, but she knew that her brother was from the Red Star Machinery Factory.

Zhang Xinying pursed her lower lip: "Since it's a friendship competition, don't think too much, if you work hard, you're improving yourself."

"Yes! Even if you take the second place, what can you do? Wang Cuiqing patted her mouth.

Zhu Qiuman, especially Zhang Xinying, isn't he competitive?

If you make a mistake once, do you lower the bar?

Zhu Qiuman sneered: "Xinying, you can't say this, who doesn't want to be the first?" Moreover, we are no worse than the Advance Machinery Factory! ”

Zhang Xinying raised her eyebrows and did not argue with Zhu Qiuman. She continued to pick up the sheet music in her hand: "Man, do you know what friendship is? The first is of course good, but even if you lose, you can't blame anyone else! ”

Zhang Xinying's words fell, and her eyes seemed to fall on Chu Zhenyan intentionally or unintentionally. TVmobile/

Chu Zhenyan was stunned for a moment. Zhang Xinying understood what she meant. Can she guess what she means, and if she loses, does she still expect her to be a temporary worker?

She ignored Zhang Xinying and turned the page.

Zhu Qiuman pursed his lips, listened to Zhang Xinying's words, and felt a little depressed: "Of course I know."

"Xinying, you took us to your house after the show. You won't forget ......."

Chu Zhenyan looked at Zhang Xinying quietly.

Everyone in the dormitory knew that after the performance, Zhang Xinying's house would not be able to go.

No need to ask, obvious question.

Zhang Xinying made such a big mistake in her performance. How could she be so embarrassed to take them home?

Zhu Qiuman asked with ulterior motives.

Chu Zhenyan just smiled and pulled the corners of her mouth, Zhu Qiuman and Zhang Xinying were good friends who grew up.

But this is only the surface, because both grew up in a machine factory, and their fathers are also factory leaders. Their sense of superiority makes them disrespectful to anyone.

It seems to be harmonious and beautiful, but it is actually a long-term secret struggle.

Not to mention Zhang Xinying and Zhu Qiuman, even Director Zhang and Deputy Director Zhu are also fighting openly and secretly in the officialdom.

Sure enough, after Zhu Qiuman finished, Zhang Xinying's face was still very good, and it changed a little.

Zhang Xinying's temper is invisible, and the joy and anger that have been cultivated abroad are invisible, Rao is like this, after listening to Zhu Qiuman's words, she still didn't hold back.

Zhang Xinying pursed her pale lower lip tightly, what she did wrong was a stain that she couldn't wash away in her life.

She quietly clenched her fists and slowly regained consciousness. She smiled warmly, "If you want to go, you can go anytime." ”

Hearing this answer, Zhu Qiuman also felt meaningless.

Zhang Xinying, the person who used to get on fire, didn't lose her temper.

Zhu Qiuman tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said casually: "Of course it's okay, yours are right, Zhenyan."

If you fight openly and secretly, don't involve Chu Zhenyan.

Chu Zhenyan just wanted to finish the choir's performance quietly. She smiled, this was a response to Zhu Qiuman. She had no words.

Zhu Qiuman also felt bored, so he stopped attacking Zhang Xinying.

They stayed in the dormitory for a while, and then they all went to the training room to learn to sing together.

Before that, they basically practiced on their own. When the choir arrives, there is a special teacher who gives them lessons.

Coach Guo Qian is a few years older than Ma Huilan. She was almost thirty years old. She was tall and tall in overalls, with her hair coiled behind her head, standing on the podium.

There are no desks in the classroom. The chairs are lined up against the wall, so when they enter the classroom, they move their chairs separately and sit down in an orderly fan-shaped pattern.

Guo Qian held a list in her hand, and had long been divided into standing positions. She looked at it once, and then arranged Chu Zhenyan to the right position.