Through the Window: Lin Luoxue's Lazy Cousin

"What are you looking at! Have you never worn underwear before?!"

"I have worn it, but I've never exposed myself in public... Do you have an exhibitionist fetish?"

[Resentment level from Pan Zhen: 999!]

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045: France? The France that likes to surrender? (First of seven chapters today!)

During evening training.

Zhang Chi noticed that the mental state of Su Chen's film and television class was much stronger than that of the directing class.

They were all in high spirits.

It's likely that the company commander gave Su Chen and the others special treatment.

Ignoring all that, Zhang Chi shouted to the crowd, "Su Chen, compile a list of the songs you've prepared so I can report it!"

"What kind of performance?" Yu Hao asked excitedly.

Without even looking at Yu Hao, Xiao Haiyang said blankly, "Every year after military training, there is a farewell party. Each class will have a chorus song, and of course, everyone can also have a solo performance."

“Group singing is mandatory, while individual performances are voluntary.”

"Xiao Haiyang, you know quite a lot!" Zhang Chi shouted from the front, "He's right, it's just a chorus."

Zhang Chi looked at everyone with unwavering determination: "If it weren't for the company commander's strict rule, I don't think any of you would be qualified to come up on stage!"

Yu Hao's expression faltered: "How could he say such things about us!"

“Brother Hao, I think he’s right,” Lu Qiaochuan said softly. “Besides, I don’t want to go on stage to perform either.”

Bi Shisan: "I don't care."

Zhang Chi was getting impatient: "Hurry up and report it! If you don't, I'll just write something random!"

I want to sing!

"Shut up! Order the choral pieces first, then talk about individual performances!" Zhang Chi shouted, shutting Yu Hao down.

"Report!" Pan Zhen asked, "Is a pop song acceptable?"

"Exit!"

"Squat down!"

Zhang Chi glanced at him and said, "Anything else? Feel free to say anything, no need to report."

The students from both classes looked at Pan Zhen, who was squatting on the ground, with somewhat strange expressions.

"Back from target practice?"

"Serve the country with utmost loyalty!"

"We are soldiers!"

...

Before long, the students' enthusiasm was aroused.

He contributed nearly ten songs at once.

"Su Chen, write this down."

Zhang Chi couldn't help but shake his head as he listened to these familiar names.

These songs are reported every year.

Moreover, quite a few people submitted their applications, resulting in a very high rate of repetition.

"These songs are all very good, but I think the repetition rate might be quite high. Are there any other ones?"

Xiao Haiyang knew this all too well and subconsciously said, "After military training, the boys are basically all devoted to serving their country, while the girls are basically all out at the military port."

"We can fight back... Waaaaah~"

Su Chen covered Xiao Haiyang's mouth: "Sorry, he was a little confused because he was too tired from the first day of training."

Su Chen couldn't help but be anxious. As long as Xiao Haiyang spoke up, he would surely be chosen by fate.

This is no longer a matter of whether it's shameful or not.

This means losing the right to be a spouse for four years of university!

How can I bear this?

Zhang Chi looked at Xiao Haiyang, who was pinned to the ground, a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "What else is there?"

"Do you hear the peoplesing."

Zhang Chi frowned: "What is that?"

Lu Qiaochuan repeated: "Do You Heart the People Sing, an interlude from Les Misérables, is considered the national anthem of France."

Yu Hao asked in a daze, "Then is this considered a revolutionary song?"

"I guess so," Lu Qiaochuan said, unsure.

“Yes,” Bi Shisan affirmed. “But you know about the French national anthem.”

He then made a gesture of surrender.

This immediately reminded everyone of the French reference.

Lu Qiaochuan, who had initially been somewhat eager for romance, suddenly lost all enthusiasm.

nonsense.

It's already quite strange to sing a foreign song during military training.

Moreover, it's a song from a country known for its surrender.

This is even stranger.

But Zhang Chi still made Su Chen remember it.

"Su Chen, how much have you memorized by now?"

Su Chen counted from top to bottom, "There are already ten songs."

"Ten songs, that's about it." Zhang Chi suddenly looked at Su Chen: "Do you have any other suggestions?"

"The Internationale, Ode to China, My Heart for China, The Guerrilla Song..."

Su Chen didn't hold back and immediately played seven or eight songs.

Yu Hao stood there dumbfounded: "We have so many revolutionary songs?"

Xiao Haiyang shook his head: "I don't know. These songs are only sung during military training. Nobody pays special attention to them when they go back."

Lu Qiaochuan covered his face: "Aren't these all from elementary school music textbooks?"

Xiao Haiyang: "What? Elementary school has music classes? Aren't they all math classes?"

Yu Hao: "You actually need textbooks for your music class?"

Bi Shisan: "Shouldn't schools only have Chinese, math, and English?"

Lu Qiaochuan: "..."

Zhang Chi looked at the notebook Su Chen handed him, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

So many songs.

We should at least choose a different song for them.

There was basically no training in the evening; the group disbanded after selecting songs.

Su Chen prepared to return to her dormitory.

They were stopped by Lin Luoxue and Gu Yixin, who arrived halfway.

"Cousin, I heard you got lost today?" Lin Luoxue circled around Su Chen. "I also heard you ran into a beautiful girl from the literature department?"

"Ren Yifan, or Lu Qiaochuan?" Su Chen rolled his eyes, not wanting to get entangled in this question: "Perfect, I have something for you too."

"Hmm~ Don't you think it would be more appropriate to leave the rest of the time to us, brother and sister?"

Gu Yixin's lips curled into a smirk: "Little brat, Luo Xue and I came here specifically to find you."

"I know you brought a lot of snacks here. How about we go for a collaboration?"

"Cooperation? How to cooperate?"

"You provide the products, I'll handle the sales, and I'll take 50% of the profits!" Gu Yixin said confidently.

"Fifty percent, do you really think I need someone to sell these things for me at the military training base?" Su Chen's hands didn't stop as he took out the items.

Chicken legs, duck legs, eggs, and milk were stuffed into Lin Luoxue's pocket one by one.

In no time, both pockets were full.