In the green room, two girls lay beside the window, watching the marshal on the stage deliver a speech. ==
For most people who woke up from before the war, they have not personally experienced the rise of NAC, but they are familiar with those years, because the old people will always talk about it to newcomers with relish. Even if you rarely take the initiative to inquire, you can still hear a lot passively.
Almost all "civilized people" who woke up from the dormant warehouse have special emotions towards NAC Marshal Jiang Chen.
What all these emotions have in common is curiosity.
"A perfect speech..."
The speech is over and the host has taken the microphone.
It was really embarrassing for him. Wanting to guide the atmosphere of the audience back to the direction of the celebration was a huge test for the host's skills.
There is no way, the marshal's aura is too strong.
Regardless of the content of his speech, he didn’t even need to speak at all.
For the NAC, the marshal is a flag in his own right, and just standing there will gather a group of supporters.
Zhao Youyue was still lying in front of the window, staring at the stage. The girl next to her glanced at her, was stunned for a moment, then laughed and joked.
"Look at how crazy you are."
She is Zhao Youyue's backup dancer and her friend, or bestie. The two were friends before the war, and this backup dancer would definitely be seen at any Zhao Youyue's concert. Because they entered the same dormant shelter, the two of them opened their eyes together in the twenty-fifth year of the end of the world.
"What's wrong with me, what, what a nympho," Zhao Youyue blushed, knowing that she couldn't pretend anymore, and glared at her friend who was looking at her with a joking expression, "Humph, you dare to say that looking at a man like that, you Are you not moved at all?"
"What's so exciting?" The girl rolled her eyes.
Although she also admitted that men like that were indeed very attractive, but how to put it...
Sure enough, it was still too dazzling.
Moreover, she came from before the war and could not accept the prevailing postwar views on marriage.
"I made a decision!"
Looking at her friend who suddenly became quite impressive, the girl was startled and asked blankly.
"Decided...what?"
"I want to use my singing voice to convey my feelings to him!" Looking towards the center of the stage, Zhao Youyue, with slightly red cheeks, squeezed her right hand tightly on her chest, with a moving light shining in her eyes.
It’s really a headache…
Looking at her friend who had become energetic inexplicably, the girl raised her forehead and thought.
In any case, there is indeed a program for them at the celebration.
Integrating emotion into singing, Zhao Youyue finally performed at a superb level and won the cheers of the audience.
But that's not what she cared about at all.
When she walked off the stage, her resentful eyes remained stuck somewhere on the stage, but she was destined to be disappointed. From such a long distance, it would be a coincidence that someone sitting there could read the resentment in her eyes...
"The singing just now was very nice." Xiaorou said with a smile as she leaned next to Jiang Chen.
"Yes," Xia Shiyu nodded affirmatively, "Although the style of music is a bit novel, there is no doubt that it sounds good. Even in that world over there, it is still at the level of a first-line singer."
"Well, after all, it's not just technology, culture will also accumulate over time." Lin Ling shook her little head and commented.
"Speaking of which, the thoughts of these singers should not be underestimated." Looking at Jiang Chen next to her, Xiaorou pursed her lips and smiled, and said with some evil intentions, "When I used to help my sister as an assistant, there was a message in the mailbox of the Marshal's Mansion. , I get a lot of letters written by vixens every week. Although they are work-related, there is a sense of self-recommendation between the lines."
"Eh? Is this happening?" Sun Jiao looked at her sister in surprise and blinked.
"Of course, I took care of it for my brother-in-law," Xiaorou looked at Jiang Chen and said with a smile, "Brother-in-law shouldn't blame me."
"No, no, thank you." Feeling the glare behind him, Jiang Chen coughed heavily and said quickly.
"Really? That's good."
Xiaorou showed a dark smile for a moment, then quickly ended the topic in the blink of an eye.
"Well, I feel like I can't let down my guard. After all, it's Jiang Chen..." Xia Shiyu nodded seriously, inexplicably reaching a consensus with Yao Yao next to her.
"What do you think? I don't have any objection, as long as she's not a bad woman with evil intentions..." Ayesha didn't seem to care much about this issue. She tilted her head and said to Lin Ling who was sitting next to her and asked something.
Soon the second program started, and the focus of the girls' attention finally shifted from Jiang Chen to the stage not far away.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and gave Xiaorou a fierce look next to him.
The latter seemed to expect that Jiang Chen would glare at him, and deliberately did not look here. He held his sister's hand and chatted excitedly about other issues.
Thinking that he would take care of this little girl when he got back, Jiang Chen stopped worrying about what happened just now.
As for the letters that were disposed of...
Although he was very concerned about what was written on it, Jiang Chen swore that he had absolutely no intention of expanding the size of the harem! Just like this, he is already too busy. He works with a gun every night, and the night shift is so full that he doesn't even have a weekend off.
Just curious!
Yes, it is like that!
The noise continued until two o'clock in the night. As the last song ended, the New Year's Eve party of the new century also came to an end.
People dispersed and returned to Sixth Street or nearby hotels.
While the New Year's Eve party has ended, the celebration has not.
The Sixth Street District is still decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and major stores are offering promotions. Many people who came back from the city center did not go home to sleep. Instead, they walked to the food court and found a food stall to sit in. The boss served a row of skewers and a beer, and they ate and leisurely. pull.
As early as last year, food was no longer a luxury product that could only be consumed occasionally. Large areas of mutated fruit farms and nutritional mixture production plants closed down. Sweet beer was originally a luxury product that only the rich could consume. The time spent sitting in front of the food stalls and having skewers with friends is no longer just a good memory before the war.
Only when you feel the taste of life can you be considered alive in the true sense.
Previously, these lives were something they didn't even dare to think about, but now it's all so real.
As the marshal said.
The new century has arrived.
…
The celebration lasted for three days.
At noon on the fourth day, a highlight came.
In the central square of Block 6, a grand military parade is underway.
Fifty thousand army soldiers participated in the exercise at the same time, including elite troops from the four major legions, as well as foreign corps from overseas colonies. The Air Force flight formation showed superb flying skills in the air, and both the Aurora Wings of Freedom completed the performance very well.
Standing on the viewing platform, Jiang Chen put his hands behind his back and looked at the infantry phalanx passing by in front of the square.
Standing next to him were all senior officers of the NAC. At this moment, they were all dressed in military uniforms, with their backs straight and their brows looking calm and intimidating, no less impressive than the soldiers who were passing by in formation below the stage.
The square was filled with a solemn atmosphere.
Looking up at the military might of the NAC and the strength displayed, even if all of them united together, there was absolutely no way they could be an opponent of this army.
If the man in front of them had no intention of going south, the best outcome for them would be to surrender their territory, wealth and lives with both hands. Any resistance force in the face of such a military force will be as ridiculous as a mantis trying to use its arms as a chariot...
In the green room, two girls lay beside the window, watching the marshal on the stage deliver a speech. ==
For most people who woke up from before the war, they have not personally experienced the rise of NAC, but they are familiar with those years, because the old people will always talk about it to newcomers with relish. Even if you rarely take the initiative to inquire, you can still hear a lot passively.
Almost all "civilized people" who woke up from the dormant warehouse have special emotions towards NAC Marshal Jiang Chen.
What all these emotions have in common is curiosity.
"A perfect speech..."
The speech is over and the host has taken the microphone.
It was really embarrassing for him. Wanting to guide the atmosphere of the audience back to the direction of the celebration was a huge test for the host's skills.
There is no way, the marshal's aura is too strong.
Regardless of the content of his speech, he didn’t even need to speak at all.
For the NAC, the marshal is a flag in his own right, and just standing there will gather a group of supporters.
Zhao Youyue was still lying in front of the window, staring at the stage. The girl next to her glanced at her, was stunned for a moment, then laughed and joked.
"Look at how crazy you are."
She is Zhao Youyue's backup dancer and her friend, or bestie. The two were friends before the war, and this backup dancer would definitely be seen at any Zhao Youyue's concert. Because they entered the same dormant shelter, the two of them opened their eyes together in the twenty-fifth year of the end of the world.
"What's wrong with me, what, what a nympho," Zhao Youyue blushed, knowing that she couldn't pretend anymore, and glared at her friend who was looking at her with a joking expression, "Humph, you dare to say that looking at a man like that, you Are you not moved at all?"
"What's so exciting?" The girl rolled her eyes.
Although she also admitted that men like that were indeed very attractive, but how to put it...
Sure enough, it was still too dazzling.
Moreover, she came from before the war and could not accept the prevailing postwar views on marriage.
"I made a decision!"
Looking at her friend who suddenly became quite impressive, the girl was startled and asked blankly.
"Decided...what?"
"I want to use my singing voice to convey my feelings to him!" Looking towards the center of the stage, Zhao Youyue, with slightly red cheeks, squeezed her right hand tightly on her chest, with a moving light shining in her eyes.
It’s really a headache…
Looking at her friend who had become energetic inexplicably, the girl raised her forehead and thought.
In any case, there is indeed a program for them at the celebration.
Integrating emotion into singing, Zhao Youyue finally performed at a superb level and won the cheers of the audience.
But that's not what she cared about at all.
When she walked off the stage, her resentful eyes remained stuck somewhere on the stage, but she was destined to be disappointed. From such a long distance, it would be a coincidence that someone sitting there could read the resentment in her eyes...
"The singing just now was very nice." Xiaorou said with a smile as she leaned next to Jiang Chen.
"Yes," Xia Shiyu nodded affirmatively, "Although the style of music is a bit novel, there is no doubt that it sounds good. Even in that world over there, it is still at the level of a first-line singer."
"Well, after all, it's not just technology, culture will also accumulate over time." Lin Ling shook her little head and commented.
"Speaking of which, the thoughts of these singers should not be underestimated." Looking at Jiang Chen next to her, Xiaorou pursed her lips and smiled, and said with some evil intentions, "When I used to help my sister as an assistant, there was a message in the mailbox of the Marshal's Mansion. , I get a lot of letters written by vixens every week. Although they are work-related, there is a sense of self-recommendation between the lines."
"Eh? Is this happening?" Sun Jiao looked at her sister in surprise and blinked.
"Of course, I took care of it for my brother-in-law," Xiaorou looked at Jiang Chen and said with a smile, "Brother-in-law shouldn't blame me."
"No, no, thank you." Feeling the glare behind him, Jiang Chen coughed heavily and said quickly.
"Really? That's good."
Xiaorou showed a dark smile for a moment, then quickly ended the topic in the blink of an eye.
"Well, I feel like I can't let down my guard. After all, it's Jiang Chen..." Xia Shiyu nodded seriously, inexplicably reaching a consensus with Yao Yao next to her.
"What do you think? I don't have any objection, as long as she's not a bad woman with evil intentions..." Ayesha didn't seem to care much about this issue. She tilted her head and said to Lin Ling who was sitting next to her and asked something.
Soon the second program started, and the focus of the girls' attention finally shifted from Jiang Chen to the stage not far away.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and gave Xiaorou a fierce look next to him.
The latter seemed to expect that Jiang Chen would glare at him, and deliberately did not look here. He held his sister's hand and chatted excitedly about other issues.
Thinking that he would take care of this little girl when he got back, Jiang Chen stopped worrying about what happened just now.
As for the letters that were disposed of...
Although he was very concerned about what was written on it, Jiang Chen swore that he had absolutely no intention of expanding the size of the harem! Just like this, he is already too busy. He works with a gun every night, and the night shift is so full that he doesn't even have a weekend off.
Just curious!
Yes, it is like that!
The noise continued until two o'clock in the night. As the last song ended, the New Year's Eve party of the new century also came to an end.
People dispersed and returned to Sixth Street or nearby hotels.
While the New Year's Eve party has ended, the celebration has not.
The Sixth Street District is still decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and major stores are offering promotions. Many people who came back from the city center did not go home to sleep. Instead, they walked to the food court and found a food stall to sit in. The boss served a row of skewers and a beer, and they ate and leisurely. pull.
As early as last year, food was no longer a luxury product that could only be consumed occasionally. Large areas of mutated fruit farms and nutritional mixture production plants closed down. Sweet beer was originally a luxury product that only the rich could consume. The time spent sitting in front of the food stalls and having skewers with friends is no longer just a good memory before the war.
Only when you feel the taste of life can you be considered alive in the true sense.
Previously, these lives were something they didn't even dare to think about, but now it's all so real.
As the marshal said.
The new century has arrived.
…
The celebration lasted for three days.
At noon on the fourth day, a highlight came.
In the central square of Block 6, a grand military parade is underway.
Fifty thousand army soldiers participated in the exercise at the same time, including elite troops from the four major legions, as well as foreign corps from overseas colonies. The Air Force flight formation showed superb flying skills in the air, and both the Aurora Wings of Freedom completed the performance very well.
Standing on the viewing platform, Jiang Chen put his hands behind his back and looked at the infantry phalanx passing by in front of the square.
Standing next to him were all senior officers of the NAC. At this moment, they were all dressed in military uniforms, with their backs straight and their brows looking calm and intimidating, no less impressive than the soldiers who were passing by in formation below the stage.
The square was filled with a solemn atmosphere.
Looking up at the military might of the NAC and the strength displayed, even if all of them united together, there was absolutely no way they could be an opponent of this army.
If the man in front of them had no intention of going south, the best outcome for them would be to surrender their territory, wealth and lives with both hands. Any resistance force in the face of such a military force will be as ridiculous as a mantis trying to use its arms as a chariot...