Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander
Chapter 199 - 153: The Fool’s Performance

Chapter 199: Chapter 153: The Fool’s Performance

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In the dorm of Class Three, the confined patients sat gloomily on small stools, their expressions the epitome of wretchedness.

"Ah!" Yuan Mengmeng sighed heavily, "I really don’t know what Sun Shangmei is thinking. Clearly singing off-key, yet she insists on performing. Is it just because she looks pretty or what?"

"If it weren’t for you, would things have turned out this way?" Yang Xiaoli glared at her, "When will you ever stop blaming others for your problems and taking credit for yourself whenever there’s praise to be had?"

Yuan Mengmeng looked wronged, "I know I was wrong, but what I’m saying now is also true. With just four people going up and one of them singing off-key, isn’t that a disgrace to our Class Three? Even the captain, why would she let them do as they please?"

Qi Jihong’s eyes twinkled as she spoke, "Xiaoli, I agree with Mengmeng on this. Now that it’s come to this, we might as well not perform at all. There are so many people in Group A; one more class won’t make a difference, and one less class won’t be noticed. Believe me, even if we don’t participate in the performance, no one will realize. But now, it’s hard not to be noticed."

"You guys are too naive, aren’t you?" Lin Mengran looked at Qi Jihong and Yuan Mengmeng coldly, "To set up a women’s medical team in this fashion is a first for Group A.

As far as I know, many are vying for this honor, not just in our Group A but, to put it more broadly, not just in our Army A.

So, on a day like today, how many pairs of eyes are watching the women’s medical team? If we perform poorly, it’s because we’re not capable enough, but if we don’t perform at all, the nature of the issue changes. If it really comes down to seeking accountability, can you, Yuan Mengmeng, bear the responsibility?"

"You..." Yuan Mengmeng glared at Lin Mengran angrily, then looked pitifully at Yang Xiaoli before slowly lowering her head.

Although she had changed her way of thinking and wouldn’t pick on her teammates like she used to, it didn’t mean Yang Xiaoli had really become good-tempered.

No matter what, Yuan Mengmeng and Qi Jihong had been with her for so many years. She could discipline them, scold them, or even hit them, but she wouldn’t be pleased if someone else did so.

Knowing full well that Yuan Mengmeng was pretending to be pitiful to get her to stand up for her, which in essence was using her, she just couldn’t ignore her.

Furthermore, ever since reporting for duty, Lin Mengran had always shown off her uniqueness, as if she alone was the embodiment of justice. Yang Xiaoli had disliked her for a long time.

"Lin Mengran, don’t pin such a big accusation on us. Even if the women’s medical team is under scrutiny, the leaders wouldn’t stoop to nitpicking over every individual. If that were the case, what would become of us who are stuck in the dorm?"

"What do you think? Right now, we’re performing shows, not singing in a big group chorus. No one would notice if a few of us are missing, but if Class Three’s performance is missing, it will definitely be noticed!"

Yang Xiaoli snorted coldly, "You’re standing out to show everyone that you have strong connections, aren’t you? If you want to flaunt your background, don’t join the medical corps—go to the cultural troupe, that’s more your scene!"

Yuan Mengmeng, not catching on, looked at Yang Xiaoli dumbly, "Why?"

Yang Xiaoli looked at her disdainfully, "Do you think it’s the medical team members who are vain or the cultural troupe members?"

"Oh, oh, oh..." Yuan Mengmeng nodded in realization, "Boss, you’re the smart one, considering everything thoroughly. I really hadn’t thought about that."

Yang Xiaoli gave her a glare, "You don’t need to butter me up. Remember what I said earlier, and stop blaming others when something goes wrong or hogging the credit. If you continue this way, don’t blame me for not considering you a friend."

The smile on Yuan Mengmeng’s face stiffened instantly. She had been secretly pleased that Yang Xiaoli was finally on the same side as her again, but it turned out that Yang Xiaoli was giving a slap and a sweet date before slapping again, not siding with anyone in the end. It seemed she really needed to think about her future. The boss... the boss was not the same as before.

Qiao Ningyi waved her hands at everyone, "We’re patients, our job is to rest well, regardless of whether they perform well or poorly. As long as we get past this, we can consider our mission accomplished. We are medical soldiers, not part of a cultural troupe, so let’s not dwell on this matter anymore."