Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Why should I listen to you? Chaihuo girl! Don't fool people with the village singing opera. Do you know what a singing competition is?"

Chen Mingyue retorted, her dissatisfaction written all over her face.

As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and there is no room for two beauties in one class. The beautiful girl who grew up being praised as a fairy girl can't bear it anymore.

Being robbed of the limelight by a rural firewood girl is unbearable for my uncle and aunt!

"If you don't listen to her, who do you want to listen to? Listen to you? It's a beautiful idea."

Gao Min turned into a master in an instant when facing Chen Mingyue, but was pulled by Qi Bing and pouted unhappily.

"I don't want to get used to her bad habits! Do you really think everyone in the world is her mother? Who is inferior to the other?"

Wang Keying covered her face with a book again and shook her shoulders. Ai Xiang fell softly next to Su Haitang, biting the handkerchief hard. His eyes were moist and his face was red from holding back.

"Gao Min, speak nicely."

Zhang Xiaochen coughed lightly, swallowing the smile on his lips, and his overstretched expression looked a little distorted.

"Chen Mingyue, you are the same. Don't always look at people in a sexual way. There are too many soldiers in the army who came from the village. Everyone is the same and they are all excellent."

Chen Mingyue bit her lip, watching Guo Yuanyuan, who was closest to her, retreat silently, feeling regretful and aggrieved in her heart.

Guo Yuanyuan's family is also from the countryside, but she has no intention of targeting Guo Yuanyuan.

Guo Yuanyuan is not like Su Haitang, who always tries to steal the limelight without knowing what he can do!

What's wrong with her? Are you still not allowed to give her opinions?

"Chen Mingyue, I'm not telling you, don't fire map cannons in the future. Let's not talk about the intensity of the attack. First of all, you have to ensure the accuracy of the attack? You can't accidentally hurt innocent people, otherwise it will be easy to attract hatred."

Su Haitang gave her a few gentle words. She really didn't want to eat with a bad face, for fear of affecting her digestion.

"Don't look down on people. I dare to praise such a Haikou. Of course I am sure. If you don't have diamonds, don't take the porcelain job. I'm not stupid."

"Originally, seeing that you are so good-looking, I planned to choose you as the female lead to give you more roles. But the competition is about collective honor, so there is no room for carelessness."

"On the day of playing, as long as you go on stage, it will be the same as on the battlefield. All personal circumstances and emotions have to be put aside. There is only one goal in your mind, victory!"

"You are so impulsive. To be honest, it kind of shakes my confidence. We are really not playing house. If something doesn't go your way, just sit on the ground and kick your legs and wipe your tears to ask for your mother."

Su Haitang put a piece of egg into his mouth and felt the cold texture, frowning slightly in dissatisfaction.

"Mature people must have self-control. This is true when you are a soldier, but it is even more true when you compete on stage! Even if there is a knife from the sky."

"Can you calm down for a while? Wait until I finish eating and listen to my plan before expressing your opinions like an adult, okay?"

The dormitory became quiet.

The girls were all a little embarrassed. They slowly regained their composure and sat down, trying to give each other a kind, adult smile.

Regardless of anything else, Su Haitang took the time to finish the meal and went out to wash the lunch box.

When she came back with the washed lunch box, she saw her comrades put two tables together and sat around the table affectionately, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"Hurry up, it's just you."

Wang Keying waved to her and patted the empty stool next to her.

Su Haitang smiled and took his seat, looking around at the other eight people.

"I'll talk about my ideas first. It's absolutely novel. Everyone can give their opinions."

"I want to make a musical, which is singing with a plot. The main line of the story is this."