When the song ended, Gu Yu gently patted Lu Xiaoxi's face, and she woke up, rubbing her eyes a little confused.

"You're finally willing to wake up, huh? Do you think that the program of our Red Star Art Troupe is boring, and no one sings better than you, so you can only sleep to humiliate us? ”

Sharp accusations, from Bei Jiajia.

She's really, always on the way to death.

Lu Xiaoxi looked at her helplessly, shook her head and didn't speak.

Bei Jiajia was even more energetic: "You are talking." What, there is nothing to say? ”

"I can't argue with you, so I'm not going to quarrel. I'm a man who only likes to use his hands, not his mouth. ”

"You can do it, let me see what you are capable of as a miracle doctor. Ahh ”

As soon as Bei Jiajia's voice fell, she only felt as if her voice was clamped by something, and she couldn't speak anymore, so she could only make a low and dumb voice.

The whole world was silent.

This time it was Lu Xiaoxi's turn.

"First of all, I sleep because I'm sleepy, today our class got up at five o'clock to gather and rehearse the show, and there was no rest in between, like a battle, I was really sleepy.

I'm just an ordinary person, not a trained fighter, and even the most delicious show is a little unbearable.

If you accuse me of sleeping just now, I am willing to apologize.

I think the original intention of the art troupe is not only to promote culture and enrich the spare time life of the sergeants, but also to bring people relaxation and pleasure.

What's the point of making this kind of stuff the same as our students' schoolwork? ”

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

The main thing is that now Bei Jiajia can't speak, and no one interrupts her.

When Lu Xiaoxi's voice fell, Gu Jiaan slapped his thigh:

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

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

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

The regimental commander has finished his lesson.

Now it's okay, Bei Jiajia has become the culprit who harmed their training, and she will suffer a lot of white eyes in the art troupe.

……

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

Lu Xiaoxi slept beautifully, and didn't get up until nine o'clock in the morning, still woken up by the phone.

She has installed a phone at home, but this semester she moved to the military compound, and her phone number has also changed, and she hasn't told her classmates and relatives yet, why would someone call her for no reason?

Lu Xiaoxi rubbed her eyes, put on her jeans roughly, wrapped a thin coat, and went to the living room to answer the phone.

"Sister, do you miss me?"

The familiar voice drove away all Lu Xiaoxi's sleepiness.

"Who are you? I don't have a sister. After Lu Xiaoxi finished speaking, she wanted to hang up the phone. She didn't want to have anything to do with Li Changan, a little madman, no matter what.

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

I am no longer a saint of the cult, I am now the granddaughter of Marshal Li Aimin. ”

"You're really capable."

Marshal Li Aimin, one of the top ten marshals in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. I'm almost 80 years old now.

Li Changan was able to take his old man's path, which was equivalent to getting himself a gold medal for avoiding death.