Zhou Xiaoyan and several Korean students rushed over.
He Zhenzhong took a look, shook his head, walked to the sidelines, asked a student for a bottle of mineral water, then came to Pu Zhengyun, opened the bottle and poured it down.
"puff."
Stimulated by the cold water, Pu Zhengyun shivered and woke up.
He lay on the ground and stared bitterly at He Zhenzhong, who stood upright like a javelin.
"From now on, keep your mouth clean. If a person doesn't know how to respect, no one will respect him either." He Zhenzhong said lightly, turned and left.
"With well-developed limbs and simple minds, your People's Liberation Army can only do violence." A Korean student cursed.
"That's not true. What do they have in China? Can they compete with our Korean culture and literature and art?"
"Brother Zhengyun, don't be like these violent people."
He Zhenzhong stopped, turned around, stared at the Korean students, "Say it again."
Being swept away by He Zhenzhong's gaze, several Korean students trembled and stepped back, but no one dared to say a word. Pu Zhengyun was treated so badly, and they did not dare to really offend He Zhenzhong.
The students in the stands were also angry and kept smashing mineral water bottles into the field. Some even got angry and smashed their mobile phones in their hands.
"Bangzi, get out."
"Uncle of the People's Liberation Army, teach them a lesson."
He Zhenzhong raised his hands and pressed them down.
The whole gymnasium immediately fell silent.
He Zhenzhong looked at the Korean students and said calmly: "It's not up to you to tell us what our People's Liberation Army is like. Since you say that our People's Liberation Army has no literary and artistic talents, then I will sing a song for you."
Snap, snap, snap.
The entire audience stood up and applauded warmly.
"Brother Zhenzhong, come on, you are the best." Lin Xiaoxiao said loudly.
"Brother, you can do it." He Chenguang also kept shaking his fist.
He Zhenzhong stood at attention and saluted the surroundings with a standard military salute, and then the whole place immediately fell silent.
And those Korean students were full of disdain. Singing is a technical job. Can these Chinese people sing well? If they can really compare with their Korean counterparts, then why are so many Koreans crazy about them?
Singer, hum."
"The cold wind blows the fallen leaves
The army is a green flower
Dear comrade, don’t be homesick
don't miss mom
My voice calls me day and night
How many words from the heart
Don’t shed tears when parting
The military camp is our warm home”
Just as they sang together, the Korean students were stunned, with incredible expressions on their faces. The voice was simply perfect, and they all felt the power that penetrated people's hearts.
The students in the stands fell silent and stared at He Zhenzhong in the field, with moved expressions on their faces.
"Mom, don't worry
Baby, I have grown up
Standing on guard duty is to protect the country
Not afraid of wind or rain
Heartfelt blessings to my mother
May my mother be healthy and live a long life
Don't go home until the celebration time
Come visit my good mother again
Don't go home until the celebration time
Come visit my good mother again”
He Zhenzhong's voice was trembling slightly, with pain, longing, and determination.
Everyone stood up and looked at He Zhenzhong who was singing soulfully. They all felt that their noses were sore and wanted to cry.
Especially little girls like Lin Xiaoxiao raised their hands to cover their mouths, with sparkling tears in their eyes.
He Zhenzhong's singing vividly interprets the soldier's longing for his mother, his hometown, and his loyalty to the country.
Soldiers leave home alone, pick up steel/guns, and go to the frontier for the country and the people. They are strong and have a will of steel, but they are still human beings and they miss home and their kind mothers.
The Korean students were speechless and just stared at He Zhenzhong with wide eyes, a look of dejection on their faces.
"There is a good girl in my hometown
I often dream about her
Men in the army also have feelings
I would also like to accompany you to the end of the world
Just because I have a heavy responsibility
I have to let go of love first
The white clouds flutter and take away my love
The green flowers from the army were given to her."
He Zhenzhong's singing voice suddenly became gentle.
Everyone smiled slightly, they could understand the feeling of thinking of their beloved girl.
However, Lin Xiaoxiao still cried, with big tears falling down her face.
He Zhenzhong went to the army and there was no news. She had complained and been sad. But at this moment, she understood, she really understood.
He Zhenzhong's face was full of perseverance, and his body was still stained with the blood from when he took down Park Zhengyun. His right hand was still saluting the military salute, and there was still blood dripping down. But his singing voice was so gentle, as if he was singing with his beloved.
The girl murmured softly under the moonlight.
Iron-blooded and gentle.
In an instant, this word came to everyone's mind.
They have always only liked to listen to pop songs, those about romance/love. But now they know that military songs are also so good, and they are more shocking and touching than those pop songs.
Soldiers are not only tough-blooded, they can also be very gentle.
After singing, He Zhenzhong gave another military salute to everyone around him.
Snap, snap, snap.
The applause rang out, and the students in the stands stared at He Zhenzhong, full of admiration.
The Korean students were already pale and their eyes were dull. Even those who knew a little bit about Chinese were moved by He Zhenzhong's singing.
They were wrong, they were indeed wrong.
They could only quickly support Pu Zhengyun and leave quickly.
"roll."
"roll."
The students shouted loudly.
Lin Xiaoxiao rushed down from the stands, ran over, and rushed into He Zhenzhong's arms, bursting into tears.
"What's wrong?" He Zhenzhong patted her vest gently.
"Brother Zhenzhong, can you forgive me?" Lin Xiaoxiao raised her head with tears in her eyes, "You went to the army, and I complained about you and scolded you in my heart."
"How could it be?" He Zhenzhong stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face and smiled slightly, "Don't be stupid, this is a normal thing. After all, everyone has their own ideas and positions, right? Now you can understand,
That’s good.”
"Brother Zhenzhong, Xiaoxiao will never be here again, I will fully support you." Lin Xiaoxiao hugged He Zhenzhong tightly, "Is the injury on your hand important?"
"A little skin injury, it's okay."
"Brother." He Chenguang also walked over.
Patting Lin Xiaoxiao on the back and beckoning her to get up, He Zhenzhong looked at He Chenguang and asked, "Chenguang, what's wrong?"
He Chenguang thought for a while and then said: "Brother, I have something to discuss with you."
He Zhenzhong thought for a moment and guessed what He Chenguang wanted to say. Happy reading every day