Chu Zhenyan, who was standing next to her, listened to Zhu Qiuman's voice and couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Zhu Qiuman's voice is indeed very good.

Standing among the many professional literary and artistic workers, Chu Zhenyan seems a bit amateurish.

Singing wasn't her major in the first place, and even if she sang well, it was only average. Compared with their literary and artistic workers, Chu Zhenyan does not dare to be arrogant.

Zhang Xinying pushed Chu Zhenyan and asked her to quickly start practicing singing by herself.

Since Chu Zhenyan temporarily joined the choir, she had to practice more diligently than these literary and artistic workers.

Chu Zhenyan nodded and began to practice her voice in her own way.

Her voice is mellow, not as sharp as Zhu Qiuman's voice, but more aura than Zhu Qiuman's voice.

The chorus is meant to integrate hundreds of voices, and if the voice is too sharp, it will appear too abrupt.

"The voice of this family member ......" the literary and artistic workers standing in the back whispered: "It seems to be more suitable for the chorus......"

It is suitable for a large chorus, that is, it is not outstanding, but Chu Zhenyan's voice itself is very attractive, and it will not appear abrupt in the chorus.

And Zhu Qiuman is more suitable for solo singing.

Chu Zhenyan didn't open her mouth to sing for a long time, but after singing for a while, she began to pant, she stopped for a while and drank zero water.

"You've learned it before, right?" Zhang Xinying's delicate red lips pursed slightly, as if she was asking a random question.

Wang Cuiqing winked at Chu Zhenyan and waited in surprise for Chu Zhenyan's answer.

Chu Zhenyan shook her head.

Of course, she didn't learn anything about the original owner, and besides, singing was originally a matter of looking at Fu, Chu Zhenyan shook her head, and Zhang Xinying didn't believe it.

She just narrowed her eyes and whispered, "I haven't learned......"

said casually, and didn't make any comments, but in Zhu Qiuman's ears, he felt very uncomfortable. What she means is that they all sing very well if they haven't learned it, and if they really learn it, then they, the literary and artistic workers, will have to stand aside.

Zhu Qiuman squinted his eyes and looked at them: "Don't talk about it, we don't have much time to train, and Officer Ma will definitely come to check it later!" ”

Chu Zhenyan spent the morning in the auditorium.

When it was almost 11 o'clock, Wang Cuiqing suddenly squatted on the ground holding her stomach.

At this moment, Ma Huilan is giving them a lesson.

Ma Huilan's voice was startled: "Cuiqing, what's wrong?" Are you okay? ”

Several female workers in the back looked at each other.

"She must want to go to the staff hospital in the factory."

"I think so too, how could she get sick when she's usually in the best health?"

Ma Huilan glared, and instantly fell silent.

Seeing Wang Cuiqing holding her stomach, she walked over with difficulty, "Officer Ma, my stomach hurts terribly......"

Ma Huilan clapped her hands and glanced at everyone, "Since Dr. Wu was transferred to our factory, I think the female employees of our propaganda department have become frail and sick!" ”

The female employees all laughed secretly.

Wang Cuiqing coughed embarrassedly: "Officer Ma, I'm really hurt......"

Zhu Qiuman took the lead and walked over: "Officer Ma, I'll send Wang Cuiqing to the staff hospital." "The female employees of our department can't make any mistakes."

Ma Huilan thought about it, her current problem, Chu Zhenyan, as a substitute, has no practical effect. She raised her hand: "Comrade Chu Zhenyan, send Wang Cuiqing to the medical center." ”

"Officer Ma!" How could Zhu Qiuman give up the opportunity and give it to Chu Zhenyan?

Zhu Qiuman immediately: "Chu Zhenyan just arrived at the factory today, our factory is so big, she doesn't know the location of the staff hospital!" ”

"Wang Cuiqing, do you know the road?" Ma Huilan asked Wang Cuiqing directly.

Wang Cuiqing nodded stiffly: "I know ......"

Ma Huilan's gaze fell on Zhu Qiuman, seeing what else she was thinking.