Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

"..."

"Keep it, keep it, keep it—"

"Bao Bao Bao——"

Fu! The trouble-making Zhan Yanmei had ruined herself.

Well, she was so affected by the uproar from the audience that her brain stopped working and she started to drive on the highway of forgetting the lyrics in a funny way.

"Eh--"

"Keep it, keep it, keep it—"

"What is this pillar of the art troupe trying to 'protect'???"

"Why don't you continue???"

"Is this stuck?"

Deputy Battalion Commander Yang Yi of the Third Battalion of the Second Regiment, who was sitting below the stage, scratched his head and jokingly said in a silly and ruffian way.

"..."

"How would I know what that pillar is protecting?"

"Tsk——"

"It's just like what you said, it must be stuck and can't sing anymore-"

Deputy Battalion Commander Xu Chunfei of the First Battalion of the First Regiment sat upright, not even tilting his head, and agreed with a click of his tongue.

"Woooooooo..."

"Weren't you just fine and singing smoothly?"

"Why did you forget the words again???"

"I'm so annoyed, so annoyed——"

"..."

Zhan Yanmei was in a state of excitement, holding her breath, her heart pounding secretly.

"Uh--"

"I really forgot the words???"

"Fu, I really made the right bet!"

"Tsk——"

"You dug a hole for me, but you rolled over in it first?"

"Hee hee hee……"

The beautiful Su Nianxi had a beautiful face and a pretty face, but she was secretly complaining with great joy in her heart.

At this moment, Comrade Zhan Yanmei, standing in the center of the stage, was still anxious and sweating like a clown.

"Damn it."

"I knew something was going to happen—"

"Comrade Zhan Yanmei, did this come out of the pile of roe deer?"

"She's so stupid! She's ruined the reputation of the art troupe."

"Just sing the song that the military wives just finished singing, that's all."

"Still, still out of tune???"

"Well, now I'm forgetting the words out of habit again."

Director Wu of the art troupe was so angry at the reckless Zhan Wangci that he hid backstage, scratching his head and ears and cursing.

“Who knows—”

"Comrade Zhan Yanmei would do this out of the blue."

"And still..."

The host of the art troupe was also shocked and was directly defeated by the acting girl Zhan Yanmei who was "working hard" on the stage.

finally--

Well, the evil Zhan Yanmei was playing the "jump, jump, jump" game. When she forgot the words, she would just go all out and cut the Gordian knot by jumping over it directly.

"Fur——"

"Finally finished singing."

"so far so good."

After singing the song, Zhan Yanmei felt relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and silently endured the grumbling in her heart.

"!!!"

"Hi--"

"This this--"

"No."

"How can you still sing like this?"

"I'm talking to the head of the Third Regiment. What did that female comrade do to my favorite military song?"

After listening to the performance of Zhan Yanmei, the main performer of the art troupe, Lin Dayong, the head of the Fourth Troupe, became furious and started to stammer in anger.

"Hey, hey—"

"Is this the pillar?"

"The mainstay of the art troupe, like this?"

"She left the lyrics at the art troupe and forgot to memorize them when she went to the army?"

Li Jianhua, deputy battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment, was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't hold it in any longer and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Who says it's not?"

“This is weird—”

"You can't even remember the lyrics. Damn it, you can be called the mainstay of the art troupe?"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Deputy Battalion Commander Sun Yue of the Second Battalion of the Second Regiment, who was sitting next to Deputy Battalion Commander Li Jianhua, shook his head speechlessly in agreement.

"Captain Gu, what did that Zhan guy sing?"

"She sang a perfectly good military song in a way that made it look incomplete."

"Damn, it's like it was bombed."

"It makes my head buzz—"

Comrade Wang Guobing, the orderly of the Second Regiment's Deputy Commander Qiao, chattered in a naive manner.

"Oh——"

"And the surname is Zhan, that's not called singing—"

"Shout—"

"Yes, that's roar—"

"Damn, that sounds terrible—"

Comrade Shen Xiaoqi, the orderly of the living devil Lu Chenting, interrupted immediately.

Zhan Yanmei on the stage was acting like a genius, and she felt relieved. Then the audience started to complain again, and there was an uproar.

"Hey--"

"Xiao Lu——"

"My sister-in-law is on stage."

"quick--"

"..."

Deputy Commander Qiao Zhihong of the Second Regiment shuddered as if he had been electrocuted, and turned his head to shout at Deputy Commander Lu Chenting, the living devil sitting next to him, in a low voice.

However, when he turned his head, he saw a gentle and iron-blooded man - Deputy Captain Lu Chenting. His eyes were like a pool of spring water, and he gazed at his beloved Su Nianxi on the stage with tenderness and affection, as if he wanted to melt her in his gaze.