Chapter 8: Are you still a soldier?

"Sheng Ning, you..." Qin Cuifen couldn't wait to strip Sheng Ning alive, and immediately wanted to rush off the stage to tear up a face of her.
"Ah... how could this happen?" The Art Troupe and others looked at the scene before them in astonishment, panicking for a while at a loss.
"Cuifen, hurry back." As the captain, Lu Xiaoshuang was the first to wake up. Fortunately for her to stop it, otherwise Qin Cuifen, whose reason was destroyed, would really fight against Shengning desperately.
In the auditorium, the silence exploded from the original silence. Qin Cuifen's mind was blank, and he couldn't even remember to hide behind the stage.
It's over, she's completely over here. In front of so many people, I only wear a pair of underwear. In any case, the hat with a problematic style must be taken off, and so many people have watched her, so how can she be mixed in the army in the future?
Qin Cuifen fainted as soon as his eyes went dark. Fortunately, Yang Wenying rushed over at this time, with a pair of eyes looking at Shengning with obvious dissatisfaction, and then personally helped Qin Cuifen put on clothes and sent him to the hospital.
Sheng Ning was frightened by Yang Wenying's eyes, but she didn't regret doing so. It was she who wanted to harm herself. In this life, she would never be the foolish idiot who was framed by others.
For a while, everyone was busy taking care of Qin Cuifen, who had passed out, but Sheng Ning, who fell off the stage and couldn't get up for a long time, cared no one.
She hugged her hands and feet and breathed a sigh of relief. The more attention you pay at this time, the more people you lose. Qin Cuifen will not be able to stay with the art troupe in the future, I am afraid she will also be punished.
"Are you okay?" A low voice rang overhead.
"I..." As soon as Sheng Ning looked up, he saw Xu Qigang's young and handsome face. If I was going to say nothing, it turned into, "It hurts..." His eyes were pitiful, like a soft cute little animal.
Xu Qigang squatted down and stretched out a big hand to check her ankle, and he saw the redness and swelling turned into buns. Yingting's Jianmei didn't know why, and it became a hill.
He touched with his hand, Sheng Ning whispered pain, Xu Qigang was an iron-blooded soldier with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Shen Jianguo also came over, "Comrade Shengning, are you okay?"
Sheng Ning heard Shen Jianguo's voice, raised her pear flower's rainy face, and bowed her head again without saying a word.
Sitting on the ground, Sheng Ning pulled Xu Qigang's sleeve, and said pitifully, "Send me to the hospital! My ankle is probably broken."
Xu Qigang looked at her slender, white ankles that were not as thick as their own, and they were swollen and turned into radishes.
"Can I go by myself?" Xu Qigang asked blankly.
Sheng Ning glanced at him secretly and whispered: "No, it hurts so much that I can't leave."
Xu Qigang helped her up, his sword frowned, and a trace of evil spirit flashed in his eyes. He is a veteran who has been on the battlefield and survived in the sea. Even a subtle expression of impatience is enough to scare people away.
Sheng Ning said that she was not afraid of being fake, but thinking of the various things in her previous life, she didn't want to make herself the same as her previous life. Because of selfishness and cowardice, miss the real good man.
"Are you still a soldier?" Xu Qigang obviously disliked her physical ability.
"Yes, literature and art soldiers." Sheng Ning bit her lip stubbornly. She could still stand up, but now she doesn't want to.
"You take me." Why is this person cold and hard, like a rock?
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