Su Mian wanted to cover Luo Fang's mouth. Did she forget about this girl? They are on stage now!
There are several old leaders sitting in the first row below!
As for her voice just now, not only the people on the stage heard it, but also everyone in the audience could hear it.
Sure enough, Wei Zhenhui's mouth curled up again after hearing this, and then Zhao Long beside him turned sideways and said something, and the smile in Wei Zhenhui's eyes became even stronger.
Luo Fang's voice was indeed quite loud. She was used to having a loud voice. Even if she lowered her voice, all the classmates on the stage could hear her.
Each one of them was suppressing a smile, but the Demon King and the others did not dare to look at him. His sharp and cold aura was enough for them to bear even a glance at him.
They wanted to look at Su Mian but didn't dare to turn their heads, so the students suppressed their laughter.
"I've seen it a long time ago, so you can't keep your voice down." Su Mian's words were almost squeezed out from between her teeth. If there weren't so many leaders in the audience watching, she would have to take care of Luo Fang.
Luo Fang continued as if nothing was wrong, "Cao Wei is not sitting next to the big devil this time, don't worry.
Yeah? Su Mian forgot about her.
Then she saw Zhao Long and several platoon leaders between her and Wei Zhenhui.
Su Mian's mood brightened instantly. At this time, Cao Wei also saw Su Mian.
Cao Wei went back that day and thought about it carefully. She really admired and liked the Demon King, so even if he had a fiancée, she would not give up. She wanted to compete fairly with Su Mian.
She also checked Su Mian's details. She was from the same village as the Demon King. It was estimated that the two of them were the kind of matchmakers who were destined by their parents.
The big devil is also the kind of iron-blooded soldier who speaks his truth, and Su Mian is really good-looking, so the two of them may have been forced together, so they may not have true feelings.
Su Mian knew that Cao Wei was sizing her up, so she didn't run away, but looked at her more firmly.
To be honest, Cao Wei is a capable and independent female soldier at first glance. Her military qualities are outstanding among female soldiers in the army.
If she didn't like Wei Zhenhui, Su Mian would really admire her and even regard her as her idol.
However, women are all sensitive. From the first moment he met her, Su Mian knew that this woman liked Wei Zhenhui.
At this time, Cao Wei nodded towards her, and Su Mian also curled her lips.
Not a single trace of the secret confrontation between the two women escaped the platoon leader who was sitting nearby and investigating.
The leader of the row narrowed his small eyes. They were firmly on his sister-in-law's side.
So when I chose the position just now, I deliberately pushed Cao Wei aside with a few platoon leaders.
I want to get close to their battalion commander and get close to them, but there’s no way!
Cao Wei didn't think much about it, she just thought that these gay men were going to sit together.
She naturally knew that these platoon leaders were trained by Wei Zhenhui, and they were as close to Wei Zhenhui as brothers. In the future, she will have to establish a good relationship with them. With their help, her pursuit of Wei Zhenhui will definitely be more effective.
At this time, the music started and the chorus began immediately.
Compared with the simple chorus of other classes, Su Mian's class had a high conductor, and its advantages were highlighted from the beginning.
"Yellow River Cantata" is originally a majestic song. Gao Yang's professional conductor and the dedicated singing of the students vividly demonstrated its majestic momentum and the tenacity and unyielding spirit of the Chinese people. .
Gao Yang stood upright in the middle of the stage, with his back to the audience.
At this time, the baton in her hand was like magic, guiding the entire song from the trough to the climax, making the audience seem to see the majestic mountains and rivers of China, and the heroic postures of the soldiers, as if reproducing the children of the Yellow River. Heroism.