She Lives without Regret in This Life Chapter 92 - 092: Really Handsome

Chapter 92: Chapter 092: Really Handso

Li Duoxi’s eyes rolled around, and the words she had been about to utter were swallowed back. In her heart, she viciously cursed those thinking of singing “The Blood-Stained Style.”

Back when Captain had lost so many brothers, who dared to sing that song in front of him? They must not want to live.

“Dai Bin, that little rascal, is a master at spoiling the mood,” Zhou Hong said, as he stood up and passed the prepared al to Xu Qigang, who was sitting by his side.

They were seated at an exclusive table, slightly set back. Upon hearing Zhou Hong’s words, the others at the table glared at Chen Yingjie one after another.

“Look at who you brought.”

“He really knows how to ‘Dai Bin’.”

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Speaking of Dai Bin’s na, it had been the subject of ridicule countless tis.

Chen Yingjie had been bowing his head to eat, but when he sensed the hostility, he looked up angrily, “What does that have to do with ? Are you all just looking for trouble?”

“How can it have nothing to do with you? Isn’t Dai Bin your man?”

“Exactly, blockhead.”

“Recently, it seems like you all have an issue with ,” Chen Yingjie put down his chopsticks, clenched his fists, and rubbed them in preparation for a fight.

It was more than just an issue. Fools, hadn’t they realized it by now? Zhou Hong couldn’t bear to look; Chen Yingjie was going to have a miserable month ahead.

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The fixed alti was ten minutes, but many were done with their al boxes in less than five. Sheng Ning was not used to this and didn’t want to be outdone, so she hunched over and wolfed down her al, nearly choking to death.

“Slow down.” Zhang Hongi watched with alarm, “Take a drink of water.”

“Thank you!” Sheng Ning took the enal mug and had a drink of water, feeling much better, only to see that the canteen had emptied in the blink of an eye. She stealthily glanced at Xu Qigang’s seat, which was already vacant.

She felt a hint of disappointnt in her heart.

The first thing she did upon returning to the dormitory was to take a bath. The communal bathroom was shared with a few family mbers from the headquarters. By the ti Sheng Ning arrived with her basin, many had finished bathing and were outside, fetching water to wash their clothes. There were mbers of the Song and Dance Troupe and the rescue team’s families. There was little interaction among them; the won of the Song and Dance Troupe gathered to chat and laugh, while the rescue team’s families occupied their own corner.

This scenario was common, as many of the family mbers ca from the countryside, were used to farming chores back in the village, spoke with rural accents, and lacked education. As a result, many of the troupe’s female mbers genuinely looked down on them.

In her past life, Sheng Ning was one of them—arrogant yet incompetent, selfish and shallow. This life, she vowed never to be that way again. In the future, she would be proud to be one of them.

Her eyes, clear as autumn waters, swept around the room, making brief eye contact with those on both sides. Finally, without paying any attention to anyone, she went straight into the bathroom to bathe.

She reeked of sweat from running during the day and felt uncomfortable all over.

After Sheng Ning entered, it took a while for the family mbers outside to snap back to reality.

“Is she one of the Song and Dance Troupe girls? She sure is beautiful.”

“Oh my goodness, did you see her eyes? So stunning, she almost took my soul with just one glance.”

“I’ve never seen anyone prettier.”

The family mbers were loud, and their discussions were unreserved. Female mbers of the troupe nearby turned red with anger.

These won either possessed exceptional talent or outstanding beauty, and all were young, unwilling to be outdone by the others. It was bad enough to be outshone at union events, but to be upstaged by a bunch of country bumpkins was intolerable.

How could they keep their composure?

“Pfft! Just so country bumpkins who’ve never seen the world,” soone sneered sharply, and the clothes in their basin were slamd with a splashing sound.

“Just a vixen, why are you getting angry?” chid in another, echoing the sentint.