Sheng Ning was at a loss for words, "We’re all friends, can you not be so harsh? Be careful Dabao hears this and keeps pestering you."
"You really need to keep this a secret." Chen Huaying feared nothing more than Lu Dabao finding reasons to hassle her.
She would be driven crazy.
Inside the practice room, everyone’s enthusiasm for training was low—recent events in the Song and Dance Troupe had left everyone distracted.
When the session ended, Yang Wenying personally came and announced a month-long series of consolation performances starting tomorrow.
The consolation performances, paused for two months, were finally set to resume.
It seemed that leadership guidelines from higher-ups were being adjusted, and expectations for Hope Field were quietly changing due to successive events.
It got dark early in winter, and by 6 p.m., it was completely dark. Sheng Ning and Chen Huaying, along with Lu Dabao and Wu Youli, hurried towards the canteen together.
Since the training ended late, they weren’t sure if there was still food available.
As the four entered the canteen, they immediately saw many people sitting in the area reserved for senior leaders.
Rarely seen in this canteen were the President and Yang Wenying, around fifteen people from the Cultural Department and the Inspection Department were seated.
Seeing the four of them entering, someone waved at them.
"Come over here!" Su Hai waved his hand, Dabao wanted to go but was held back by Wu Youli.
Sheng Ning pretended not to see and went to fill her meal tray on her own.
In such a public setting, aside from Shen Feihu, really no one dared to give Su Hai a hard look.
Shen Feihu, sitting across from Su Hai, laughed with schadenfreude.
"Hahaha... Serves him right!"
The others appeared as if they wanted to laugh but restrained themselves with great effort.
Su Hai, undisturbed by the atmosphere, casually continued eating and speaking, "Yang, the drama you guys performed last time was good, have you considered putting on another one?"
"Do you have a script?" asked Yang Wenying, her eyes brightening, she put down her chopsticks eagerly looking at Su Hai.
She knew Su Hai had an uncommon relationship with ’Rebirth’; so far, besides Su Hai, no one else knew who ’Rebirth’ was.
"Is it written by ’Rebirth’?" someone from the Cultural Department also put down their chopsticks in urgency, "This time give me the draft, I’ll review it for free. Last time Su Hai brought ’Rebirth’s’ script for me to help revise, but I thought it was yet another rich girl trying to buy her way in and ignored it without a second thought."
Usually assertive and domineering Su Hai was unusually amiable then and turned to consult a professor from the Drama Academy.
When the final product was ready, it really made him regret his initial refusal.
Shen Feihu, also interested, while the others weren’t looking, swiftly snagged some meat for his bowl, and said, "If it’s written by ’Rebirth’ just give it to them, look how they’re salivating already."
Su Hai glanced in Sheng Ning’s direction and flashed a sly grin.
Sheng Ning almost ground her teeth to dust, was this guy too despicable?
"Huh? Uncle Su is looking quite cheerful today!" Lu Dabao exclaimed naively.
Chen Huaying and Sheng Ning both rolled their eyes at her.
Was that supposed to look good? That was sly.
Did that look good? That was despicable!
Lu Dabao looked innocently confused, what did she just say? Did she offend them? Surely not?
"Come on, finish getting your meal. We need to pack up after eating!" Wu Youli urged, "Ningtian is about to go for the consolation performance, and you still feel like talking here."