At the military's group wedding, my best friend and I swapped husbands.

Chapter 70 The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken

Bai Rongbei rested in the room for a while until the dull pain turned into a vague throbbing before he stood up.

He pulled a small metal box from the drawer, inside which were painkillers issued by the army. He took one pill and swallowed it dry.

He adjusted his expression in front of the small mirror on the wall, tried to move his facial muscles, and only after confirming that nothing seemed amiss did he take a deep breath and open the door.

Upon hearing the door open, Su Wanwan and Bai Rongbei both looked up at each other, their eyes meeting.

Su Wanwan's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and her face was still covered with tear stains. When she saw him come out, her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Bai Rongbei walked over, stood in front of her, and naturally wiped away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks with his thumb.

The fingertips are a bit thick, but the movements are light.

"Don't cry," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I'm fine now."

Su Wanwan looked up at him, her voice thick with a nasal tone: "Really? You...you're not lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you." Bai Rongbei withdrew his hand. "It was just a bump, I'll be fine soon. I've had many more bumps and knocks during training than this before."

"Then...should we go to the clinic to get it checked out?" Su Wanwan was still worried, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers. "What if...what if there's an injury inside..."

Bai Rongbei knew that she wouldn't be able to rest easy unless she did something.

He paused for two seconds before saying, "If you're really worried, there's an old doctor on the edge of the desert who's very skilled at treating illnesses. After your preliminary exam tomorrow morning, come with me there in the afternoon, and we can have him take a look at you."

He paused, then added seriously, "Just now, I used too much force. I was thinking of quickly loosening your muscles and didn't consider that you were in pain. If you weren't in pain, you wouldn't have kicked me like that. In the end, it was my fault for not doing it properly."

These words, though simple, effectively shifted the blame onto the person in charge.

Su Wanwan's nose tingled, and tears welled up again. This time, it wasn't out of fear, but rather a tender feeling, as if a corner of the stone in her heart had been gently moved.

"It's not your fault..." she whispered.

"Hmm, it's not your fault." Bai Rongbei followed her words, his gaze falling on her still slightly red and swollen eyes. "Don't think about it. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it."

Su Wanwan quickly shook her head: "You...you rest, I'll do it."

"Your legs are still weak, so you can start the fire." Bai Rongbei's tone left no room for negotiation. "Just hand me some firewood."

Just then, the outer courtyard gate opened, and Bai Si'an and Lin Weiwei walked in one after the other.

Lin Weiwei spotted the two people standing at the doorway immediately. Bai Rongbei's expression was normal, while Su Wanwan's eyes were red, but her emotions seemed to have stabilized.

Bai Si'an breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over, asking, "Brother, are you... alright?"

"It's nothing," Bai Rongbei replied briefly, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Bai Si'an glanced at his walking posture and couldn't see anything unusual. He then pushed up his glasses and said to Lin Weiwei, "You start the fire for me, let's go cook. Let my brother accompany his wife to practice dancing some more, the performance is tomorrow."

Lin Weiwei rolled up her sleeves and quickly agreed, "Okay, Wanwan, go practice for a while longer. Tomorrow is the preliminary exam, time is tight and the task is heavy. If you practice more, you'll be more confident."

Su Wanwan nodded, "Okay, then thank you for cooking. I'm going to practice dancing."

Lin Wei smiled and pinched Su Wanwan's cheek. "Silly girl, if you say thank you again, I'll spank you."

Su Wanwan was amused by Lin Weiwei's words, "Weiwei! You're so frivolous!"

Bai Rongbei saw that Su Wanwan was amused by Lin Weiwei, and his heart relaxed. He was still thinking, could spanking Su Wanwan make her happy?

Will I be able to coax her like this in the future...?

Bai Rongbei sensed something was amiss, but without dwelling on it, he nodded and said to Su Wanwan, "Go ahead. Don't be too aggressive, take it slow."

Su Wanwan hummed in agreement and walked to the shady open space in the yard, where she began to slowly stretch her legs and loosen her joints.

Bai Rongbei didn't go back to his room either, but leaned against the door frame watching Su Wanwan practice dancing.

Watching her legs tremble slightly as she bent over, and her shoulders not fully extended when she raised her arms, I would occasionally offer reminders: "Lower your waist a little more." "Turn your toes, don't twist your knees." "Keep your breathing in place, don't hold your breath."

His instructions were concise and direct, carrying the efficient and effective style of someone leading troops on the training field.

Su Wanwan followed Bai Rongbei's instructions to stretch, and indeed felt much more comfortable.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the courtyard in a warm gold, while the wind from the Gobi Desert carried the coolness of the evening.

Just then, a head peeked in through the courtyard gate; it was Wang Xiuying.

She changed her clothes today; instead of her usual floral shirt, she wore a brightly colored dress with Yunnan ethnic characteristics, and an embroidered headscarf, clearly having dressed up carefully.

"Hey, Wanwan, studying hard?" Wang Xiuying walked in with a smile, her eyes sweeping over Su Wanwan, then glancing at Bai Rongbei beside her. Her smile deepened. "How's your preparation for the preliminary audition tomorrow? What dance are you going to perform?"

Su Wanwan stopped practicing, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said calmly, "Still practicing. Xiuying, what about you? This outfit looks really good. Are you getting ready to dance the Yunnan Province dance?"

Wang Xiuying puffed out her chest proudly and stroked the embroidery on her dress: "Yes, it's the peacock dance from our hometown. It's lively and festive, and the leaders will definitely love to watch it."

Her eyes darted around, she leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said in a heartfelt tone, "Wanwan, I see you have a great figure, you must be good at classical dance."

"However... I heard that among the leaders who came this time, some came back from the south, and they especially like to watch things with exotic flair, like... excerpts from 'Silk Road Flower Rain' or something. That's what you call grand and memorable!"

The "Silk Road Flower Rain" she mentioned is a dance that has been re-choreographed in recent years. Some of its sections are indeed beautiful, but in the current atmosphere, the risks of performing such a dance with obvious "foreign" characteristics are self-evident.

In the original book, it was this suggestion that caused Su Wanwan to suffer a major setback.

Su Wanwan sneered inwardly, but her face showed a hint of hesitation and interest: "Silk Road Flower Rain? I think... I've studied a few fragments."

Wang Xiuying's eyes lit up, and she quickly pressed her advantage: "Right! I told you you could definitely do it! With your presence, that dance is perfect for you. I guarantee you'll blow the judges away the moment you step on stage! You should dance that tomorrow, you can't go wrong!"

Seeing the excitement in her eyes despite her attempts to hide it, Su Wanwan nodded gently, as if she had made up her mind: "Sister Xiuying, you're right. I'll try this tomorrow."

"Okay, okay!" Wang Xiuying's smile was almost overflowing. She said a few more words of feigned concern before swaying away contentedly.

She was overjoyed. This Su Wanwan was just as stupid as she was in her previous life. She only had to lure her in a little bit before she took the bait.

Just wait and see how she gets into trouble with the boss tomorrow!

Su Wanwan still wants to join the performing arts troupe?

dream!