The female teacher's voice was hoarse, and she couldn't teach anymore.
Upon sending her off, the company commander turned back and sternly ordered the militiamen, "Every platoon, every squad, appoint someone literate to lead the others in memorizing the lyrics. Before tomorrow morning's training, there will be a check. Anyone who hasn't memorized the lyrics won't train."
With that, he left angrily, leaving behind a hundred or so crestfallen faces.
The few from Nanli Team exchanged glances, and Zhang Wanxiang whispered, "Qingyun is a middle school student, I heard him singing just now, and he was pretty good."
Jiang Shenglin immediately laughed and said, "Then we'll depend on Qingyun."
Wu Qingyun nodded and looked at Ling Chengyan, "Sister-in-law, I'll copy the lyrics. Should I make a copy for you?"
Ling Chengyan smiled, "I know a few characters, I'll copy them myself. You focus on those few... Tomorrow it's up to you whether they pass the check."
