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So, during the Military Training, both sides of the song-pulling not only need to choose songs that most people can sing, but they also have to be united. It requires not just individual cleverness but also the wisdom of the crowd.
Before the song-pulling began, the sports field was already filled with various cheers and shouts of challenge.
Qinglan's class, under the guidance of their instructor, began to sing with the teams adjacent to them.
They were Physics Majors, and aside from a few rough men, there were only four girls from Qinglan's dormitory and two girls from another dormitory. In the first round, their opponent was a strong team from Teaching Chinese as a Foreign Language.
There were more girls on their side, and each one was as beautiful as a flower. Before they even started singing, under the attack of a group of eloquent and pretty girls, almost all the boys in Qinglan's class had succumbed to their charm.
They took the initiative and started by singing "Green Flowers in the Military." Their soft voices expressed both their pride as green leaves and red flowers in military life and conveyed the gentle emotions of girls alongside the determination of Female Soldiers to protect their homeland.
After they finished singing, they challenged Qinglan's class in various tones, saying, "Come on, sing us a song!"
"We are proud; we are Female Soldiers, strong Female Soldiers who do not cry."
"What are you? Pandas? National treasures that need to be well protected, hahaha!"
On Qinglan's side, the instructor led a group of boys who were almost huddled together, holding various pieces of paper filled with song titles and lyrics, selecting songs one by one.
They set aside the few girls in their class, believing they could not rely on them.
"This one won't do; it lacks momentum." Someone who had just picked a song was immediately dismissed.
"What about this one? I think it works; it pairs well with what they just sang." Another person shouted.
"No way, you are men. How can you sing such a gentle song? Men should use their masculine voices to overpower them," the instructor immediately dismissed.
"Hu Jiao'er, why are you so quiet today?" Seeing that the usually lively Hu Jiao'er was silently writing something with her head down, Qinglan curiously asked.
Hu Jiao'er did not respond to Qinglan. Instead, she stood up straight and walked among the group of boys, towering over them like a giant. She dropped three pieces of paper and said, "These are the lyrics to 'Returning from Target Practice.' I think this song has a cheerful and gentle melody, yet it expresses the strong masculinity of soldiers returning from target practice. It pairs well with 'Green Flowers in the Military.'"
Hu Jiao'er looked down coldly at the group of men sitting at her feet.
The instructor picked up the fallen papers and thoughtfully glanced at this northern girl who was as bold as a boy but possessed the delicate and gentle heart of a girl. He smiled.
"Alright, we'll go with this song."
"Begin," the instructor elongated his tone.
Hu Jiao'er led with a line, and the others followed suit. The beautiful and powerful singing filled the air, leaving the group of girls stunned. They raised their delicate fists in protest towards Qinglan and her group, then began frantically trying to choose their own songs.
Finally relieved to see the other side in disarray, the boys burst into triumphant laughter and began challenging them verbally.
"Come on, hurry up beauties, sing a song for your brother. Hahaha!"
One boy walked up behind Hu Jiao'er and patted her shoulder. "Hu Jiao'er, impressive! You really can take on ten by yourself; under your pomegranate skirt, you could fend off eight nations."
"Go away," Hu Jiao'er said without turning back as she brushed off his hand.
Next, the other side sang 'Little White Poplar,' while Qinglan's group responded with 'Soldiers.' One song after another, they outperformed each other in both momentum and melody, infuriating the girls on the opposing side who were left grinding their teeth and screaming in frustration.
After the party ended and they returned to the dormitory, Qinglan, Liuying, and Shen Xiaomeng stared wide-eyed at Hu Jiao'er. "Hey! Jiao'er, I didn't expect you to have such a melodious singing voice like a lark!" Jiang Liuying said with her usual sharp and slightly sour tone. "Just a small case," Hu Jiao'er proudly waved her thumb in front of her.
After a day of rest following military training, the night before classes officially began, the class held an election for class committee members. Hu Jiao'er was rightfully elected as the cultural and entertainment committee member due to her outstanding performance during military training. Qinglan and An Shaojie were elected as the class representative and monitor respectively, having earned good relationships through their responsible work as temporary leaders for the boys and girls.
Xu Wen, who was also a temporary leader for the boys alongside An Shaojie, missed out on the position of monitor by just one vote and settled for the role of organizational committee member.
He walked up to Qinglan and extended his hand to congratulate her. "Congratulations, Qinglan. I really wanted to stand beside you and continue our collaboration, but..." He shrugged and smiled helplessly.
His smile was warm, yet it made Qinglan feel a refreshing coolness in the hot October autumn season.
Human feelings are truly fascinating! Perhaps it should be said that a person's temperament is so remarkable; from the moment Xu Wen walked up to Qinglan until all the days they spent together afterward, whether in winter or summer, Xu Wen always left Qinglan with feelings of warmth and brightness.
Moreover, his warmth could bring different sensations with the changing seasons. In winter, his warmth and brightness felt like sunshine that could warm her heart.
In summer, it resembled a cool spring under the warm and bright sunlight—refreshing and invigorating!
For the first time, Qinglan felt somewhat flustered in front of a boy; she actually hesitated to extend her hand and pulled it behind her back. "Thank you, but how should I congratulate you? Congratulations on our pleasant collaboration!" Qinglan playfully smiled, masking her inner turmoil.
Xu Wen tilted his head slightly. "Well, that's not a bad congratulation." His words carried a hint of self-deprecation but also praised Qinglan's cleverness.
As Xu Wen turned to leave, Qinglan stared blankly at his back and then shyly smiled with her head down. This Xu Wen was said to come from a good family background; his mother was a professor at a university in Beijing, and his father was a high-ranking official. During their time as temporary leaders for the girls, Qinglan mainly interacted with him because he handled communication with the girls while An Shaojie took care of matters concerning the boys. Whether this division of labor was Xu Wen's idea or An Shaojie's remains unknown to Qinglan.
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