Chapter 6 Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Nalan Ying didn't originally want to just lower his head and accept the training so obediently.

After all, although Ms. Xingzhen is already an old lady in her seventies who has been in power for many years, she is no longer a young and inexperienced person in her teens or twenties who has not experienced any social hardships.

However, something called "blood suppression" obviously never let her off, forcing her to stay quiet and cower in place like a quail, until Ms. Xingzhen over there got tired of scolding her, and then she dared to hum and groan to defend herself:
"I, this isn't my first time to have a live broadcast with the microphone on. I'm a little nervous..."

"You are the only one who is nervous in the whole place. Others are not nervous at all?" Ms. Xingzhen retorted without thinking. When Teacher Yingzi heard that, she was almost scolded to tears on the spot.

——This familiar tone, familiar words.

——Sure enough, some things have been passed down in your country’s blood for thousands of years.

For example, training children.

But the problem is-

She is already this age, she really doesn’t want to have another super-elder out of nowhere!
Nalan Ying's eyes were filled with tears, and she continued unyieldingly: "Well, well, well, then those foreign singers are really used to singing with the mic on!"

——Scripts are available everywhere, but it is clear that people don’t value a “happy ending” as much as we do.

They seem to prefer the more curious ones!

“Besides, ancestor, I’m already 57 years old this year. My vocal cords and physical conditions are no match for those young people…” Teacher Yingzi muttered and began to avoid the issue out of habit.

“But I saw the foreigner who came on stage after you - that dark-skinned foreigner. She was older than you, so why didn’t she sing as well as you?” Ms. Xingzhen snorted coldly. She couldn’t tell the names of the two foreign singers apart. In her eyes, all foreigners were called “foreigners”.

——Those who are obviously Chinese but insist on going abroad and pretending to be big shots are called “fake foreigners”.

"Ancestor, Timo (that's right, real name is not allowed) is black. I have racial advantages in music." Nalan Ying continued to defend himself.

She felt like a cooked duck at this moment - the only thing that was still hard was her mouth.

"How dare you quibble!" Ms. Xingzhen was furious at Teacher Yingzi's attitude. "If you are wrong, you are wrong. If you perform poorly, you perform poorly!"

"Since you made a mistake, just admit it and correct it next time. Why do you have to be stubborn with me and find excuses? Is this how your parents taught you?!"

"I, I, I... I'm not, not that, ouch——" Nalan Ying was caught off guard and scolded harshly. His brain, which was not working well to begin with, became even more confused.

In fact, she knew that her performance tonight was not satisfactory. She had just argued with Ms. Xingzhen so much just now, just for the sake of face, she was stubborn out of habit.

However, Ms. Xingzhen, who had been arbitrary for a long time, obviously didn't care about her little thoughts. If she was not satisfied with one scolding, she would scold again; if she didn't get the attitude she wanted after one paragraph of scolding, she could continue to scold for a hundred or eighty more paragraphs without repeating herself!

So Teacher Yingzi was caught off guard and was spit on by someone. She was stubborn and had little to say. For the time being, she could neither think of a reason to choke Ms. Xingzhen nor a word to calm the old lady down.

As her headache raged, a string in her brain suddenly tightened, and she simply imitated Zhong Lingyu, standing still on the spot smoothly and without hesitation.

The moment her back touched the cold ground, her mind instantly went blank as if she had lost her mind.

The most primitive instinct of human beings completely occupied her entire body at this moment. She even had an urge to get on all fours - crawl! Crawl! Dark and twisted crawl!
Lions worship the sky! Cheetahs run! Antelopes leap! Crows fly!

Meow ha ha ha look at her monkey climbing a tree! Tarzan! Ms. Xingzhen starts a fight!
?

Ms. Xingzhen?

…Forget it, let her die.

Teacher Yingzi, who almost turned over and crawled up, suddenly caught a glimpse of Ms. Xingzhen's increasingly gloomy face from the corner of her eye, and her IQ, which had just been absorbed by the floor tiles, instantly returned to the upper limit.

You may not understand Ms. Xingzhen's personality, but you must be well aware of the nature of your country. Teacher Yingzi decisively reached out and pulled out a piece of paper. Zhong Lingyu saw through the gap in the tissue that she was about to lie down, so he hurriedly and stealthily moved to the side.

——Teacher Nalan Yingzi’s exclusive corpse-lying position is here.

"If there is nothing else, ancestor, let's continue to burn paper and communicate!" Nalan Ying was ready to die. "I will ask Xiao Zhong to ask her brother Niutou and sister Mamian to help us pass the message, ancestor."

"Okay Teacher Yingzi, no problem Teacher Yingzi!" Zhong Lingyu responded with a little bit of pretense and raised two thumbs high as he spoke.

After faking her death, she immediately turned herself into a corpse that had been hard in the morgue for at least three days in a more professional and peaceful posture.

Nalan Yingze tried hard to imitate her and straightened his limbs as much as possible.

So Ms. Xingzhen was completely amused by these two unlucky things.

"Get up! Don't pretend to be dead!" Ms. Xingzhen shouted angrily. Upon hearing that, Teacher Yingzi reflexively stood up with a "bang" and sat up straight.

She turned her head and saw that Zhong Lingyu, the beauty, was still pretending to be deaf and blind, so she simply slapped her on the forehead, knocking the tissue off.

——Teacher Yingzi, you actually betrayed our revolutionary friendship!
Zhong Lingyu, who was forced to show her face, was stunned. Nalan Ying took advantage of Ms. Xingzhen's unpreparedness and twisted his face to reveal a very standard villain smile.

——Who told you about that “revolutionary friendship”?
She doesn't want to be criticized!
Besides, do you still want that internship badge?
"Tsk." The little girl smacked her lips, understanding what Nalan Ying meant, and then reluctantly climbed up under Teacher Yingzi's threatening gaze.

For the sake of her job, she decided to get out and simply control the current situation.

Otherwise, she would probably just follow the temperaments of these two old ladies who were both well over 60 years old...

She can pack up and prepare to change her job.

"Okay, okay, Ms. Xingzhen, don't get angry with Teacher Yingzi. It's useless for us to get angry about this." Zhong Lingyu said slowly and pushed the blue light glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Some things still need to be considered in the long run... How about this, let's first talk about the purpose of our coming here, and then see how we can discuss a solution that satisfies everyone."

"I'll go first." Zhong Lingyu, who was forcibly holding down two little old ladies on his left and right, raised his hand.

"I just want to keep my job at the Space-Time Administration."

(End of this chapter)