Without saying a word, the head of the troupe asked Song Ja'an, who had already changed his costume, to perform on stage, and Yang Xiang was full of unconvinced.

"Why don't you let me finish the performance, it will only be self-defeating for her to go on stage."

"Whether it's a rescue or a self-defeating one, just open your eyes for a while and see clearly."

Xiaoxiao didn't seem to want to get used to her temper anymore, and replied.

Yang Xiang was so angry that she almost stomped her feet, but she heard the regiment commander coughing lightly as if she was warning, and she could only glare at Xiaoxiao fiercely when she held back the words that were about to reach her mouth.

Xiaoxiao is too lazy to take care of it, and after a while, this woman will be able to realize how fast it is to slap her face.

Sure enough, after Song Ja'an danced on stage for a while, the audience found that the familiarity returned, and it turned out that the dancers had changed it back.

At the end of a dance, thunderous applause resounded from the audience, all of which recognized Song Ja'an's dance.

The head of the regiment was relieved to see this scene, and she came back to save the scene.

Otherwise, today's performance will definitely be ruined in the hands of Yang Xiang, and after getting off the stage, everyone will surround Song Ja'an.

asked her when she came over, appeared too timely and so on, all of which stinged Yang Xiang's eardrums.

Now no one pays attention to her at all, and she doesn't even give her a look when she passes by.

Yang Xiang's face became more and more ugly, and finally turned back to her independent dressing room in disgust.

She was the only one in the dressing room, her face suddenly changed, her heart was surging, and the flames of jealousy were already burning.

The person who attracted attention in the past was always himself, what kind of thing is that woman, dare to compete with her, I don't know whether to live or die.

A thought flashed in Yang Xiang's mind, didn't she want to be in the limelight?

Then I'll let her out and enough, but she's just a little amateur, and I'll teach her a lesson and remember it for a long time.

And when Song Ci'an was touching up her makeup, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but gloat in her ear.

"An An, you should look at Yang Xiang's expression, it's so enjoyable."

"It's just a slight slap in the face, she can't stand it, and her heart is not very good."

Song Ci'an said calmly, she really didn't see what Yang Xiang's face was, but she had already felt the full hostility.

"Cut, she's just too self-righteous, it's okay to stumble, anyway, who did it wrong, the big guy knows in his heart."

Xiaoxiao was smooth, and the tone of his speech was much calmer.

And the last one, and the show is over

Song Ja An felt that this matter could finally come to an end, and adjusted his mentality to draw a perfect end to this performance.

After a short break, it was Song Ja'an's turn to play, and everyone did their best to dance this one well.

Suddenly, Song Ci'an vaguely felt that the lights on the stage were not quite right, but he couldn't say what was strange.

Maybe she was too distracted, and after her thoughts were retracted, she continued to dance.

Sure enough, the spotlights high up on the stage came loose.

Song Ja'an inadvertently looked up and saw that it was about to fall, and there was a dancer standing only one step away from him.

If the spotlight falls, the consequences are unimaginable.

Seeing that the spotlight had fallen, Song Ci'an couldn't think about it, and instinctively pounced on the person who was about to be hit and shouted.

"Be careful!"

The moment Song Ja-an threw the person down, the spotlight fell, and the sound of shattering echoed throughout the dance hall, and everyone who witnessed it was stunned.

Everyone in the audience stood up, wanting to know what was going on.

"Pull the curtain down!"

The regiment commander anxiously ordered with a walkie-talkie.