The Female Cannon Fodder Is Highly Poisonous

Summer nights in the mountains are much colder than in the city. Ruan Tang sneezed several times when she got up in the morning, and Wen Xuan immediately took a thermometer to measure her temperature.

"It's okay, my nose is just a little stuffy." Ruan Tang said.

Wen Xuan insisted on taking his temperature. He didn't have a fever, but it was enough to make him wary.

When he went out in the morning, he took his coat with him.

When we arrived in the large courtyard where the staff rested, we found that several people were sneezing, and Yu Shiyan kept wiping her nose.

Xin Wan: "Director, you didn't say it was so cold in the mountains before you came."

The director immediately said, "I'm sorry, it's indeed the program team's lack of consideration for letting everyone catch the cold, but we have reminded you many times about the large temperature difference between day and night, and the bedding has been prepared after research."

Gu Minghui stood leaning against Zhao Chen and said, "I received text messages three times. We were careless. It was so hot during the day, and no one expected that the temperature would drop so low at night."

Xin Wan glanced at Gu Minghui dissatisfied. What did text message reminders mean? Shouldn't they always be reminded verbally?

Ke Zhiye said: "I know the temperature will drop at night, but I was too sleepy and fell asleep without waking up. Fortunately, my health is good and I'm fine."

Han Le communicated with the directing team, and as compensation, the team prepared today's lunch program.

But the work still needs to be done.

Today, Ruan Tang and Wen Xuan were in the theater all day.

Wen Xuan is a professional singer. Although singing is different from singing, he can learn it faster than Ke Zhi and Jiang Qingying. The two of them can accept Wen Xuan being praised.

But what happened to Ruan Tang!

Coming from Ruan Tang and Wen Xuan, they seemed to be in a set program, and as long as the word "Ruan Tang" was triggered, they would be greeted by a chorus of praise.

An old man from the theater said with great regret that Ruan Tang's failure to learn to sing was a loss to the opera culture community and a loss to opera lovers.

Ke Zhijiang Qingying: "..."

It’s not terrible to lose to a singer, but it’s weird to lose to an entrepreneur whose attributes are not completely clear.

Not only them, but Wen Xuan was also surprised. He didn't expect Ruan Tang to have an amazing talent in opera.

"Director Ruan, have you really never studied opera?" Jiang Qingying asked.

Ruan Tang: "I have read the information, been to the site, communicated with the folk art teachers about the development of opera, and made some donations."

Jiang Qingying: "..."

Just like that, can the teacher praise you so much? Do you want to be accepted as a closed disciple?

Ke Zhi said sincerely: "Then you are really talented!"

Then he said, "The old gentleman is right, what a pity!"

But if you think about it carefully, if Ruan Tang went to sing opera, there would be no "Tang Ting". Without Tang Ting, how many people would lose their youth!

It's a shame for other areas as well.

They actually didn't know that Ruan Tang had studied Chinese quintessence in other worlds, studied opera culture in depth, and had followed his teacher to perform in studios around the world.

When they went back that day, Ke Zhi spent all the money they earned in the two days. They bought beef, crayfish, fish, and some braised meat and fruits. When they went back, they found they couldn't finish the food, so they called Lan Shuqi and Gu Minghui. Two groups together.

Wen Xuan was still the head chef, Zhao Chen and Ke Zhi were squatting under the faucet to clean the lobsters, Ruan Tang, Jiang Qingying, Gu Minghui and Lan Shuqi asked for poker cards from the show crew, and Lan Yu was alone in the yard chasing butterflies around the peony garden. , there was constant laughter and laughter in the yard.

At the same time, Xin Wan and He Zhaomu next door were arguing over whose pot the rice was boiling without washing.