The singing had ended, and Yang Wenying stood up once again to deliver a speech.
"Comrades, you have worked hard."
"Not at all," everyone answered in unison.
"This time, the intensive training went well, but I hope everyone can perfect their performance. You are artistic comrades, and your main job is to perform comfort shows, bringing warmth and blessings to the struggling comrades on the frontline." Yang Wenying paused for a moment, and everyone looked at her.
Sheng Ning chuckled inwardly. With her knowledge of Yang Wenying from her previous life, she had guessed what she was about to say.
Indeed, Yang Wenying spoke again, and it was just as she had predicted.
"So, for a female artist, defeating the communications department is nothing great, defeating the Main Hospital is nothing great. Only if you defeat the Qianjin Dance Troupe will I truly admire you. What do you say? Do you have the confidence to topple them?"
