The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 419 - 418 One Two Three Four

Nian Shutong placed the small gift box in Dou Dou’s palm.

Dou Dou held it with both hands as if it were precious, feeling it might fall, he then chose to hug it instead.

"Auntie, may I open it?"

"Of course, what’s given to Dou Dou is Dou Dou’s."

Dou Dou, smiling, hugged the gift box and went to the table in the small square.

Little Pink Pig followed step by step behind him, and Nian Shutong also came over.

Nian Shutong sat down and watched Dou Dou, who was standing and eager to open the gift box.

"So beautiful!"

Inside the box was a white embroidered handkerchief, neatly folded inside the box, but the side with the design was facing up.

"It’s Dou Dou and Auntie, and Little Fen!"

On the handkerchief was the scene of Nian Shutong taking Dou Dou out, standing on top of a mountain, looking at the scenery.

The silhouettes of one big and one small, with a Little Pink Pig squeezed in between, were so cute.

The floaty quality of their hair and the hems of their clothes made it seem as if a gentle breeze was blowing in their faces, and opposite them was a sea of clouds with the occasional mountain peak standing tall.

Nian Shutong’s craftsmanship spoke for itself.

"Auntie, you’re so amazing!"

Dou Dou didn’t know what words to use, only feeling in his eyes that the image was so real, Auntie so amazing.

But Dou Dou didn’t reach out to touch it, feeling his small hands were a bit dirty, and the handkerchief was so white, it would be bad to dirt it.

Nian Shutong saw Dou Dou’s thoughts but spoke up, "Dou Dou, this handkerchief is made by Auntie for you to use, not to be treasured."

"Auntie will make you several more, and after you get them dirty, you can wash them and switch them around, okay?"

"More?"

Dou Dou, in disbelief, looked at Nian Shutong, and big tears suddenly filled his eyes.

"Auntie, how can you be so kind."

Dou Dou’s cries tugged at Nian Shutong’s heartstrings.

She directly took out the handkerchief and wiped it across Dou Dou’s big eyes.

"No, no... ow, that hurts the heart."

Dou Dou, looking at the handkerchief wet from his tears, suddenly felt more heartache than touched, but the tears still remained.

"Are you crying because you’re heartbroken?"

"Yes."

"Silly boy, this is just a handkerchief. Although it’s made by Auntie, don’t put your feelings for Auntie into a handkerchief. You should just like Auntie purely for who she is."

"Handkerchiefs are meant to be used."

Nian Shutong took the handkerchief again and firmly wiped away Dou Dou’s tears.

"Alright, keep it safe yourself. Auntie will make you another in a few days."

Dou Dou accepted Nian Shutong’s unique consolation with a mix of emotions.

"Dou Dou understands, I’ll listen to Auntie."

Nian Shutong told Dou Dou to keep the handkerchief safe, and she also turned herself to look at the trees in the small square.

At that time, she planted many grape and peach trees.

Both trees were now bearing fruit.

"Xiao Ba, how long does it take for the fruit of these trees to mature?"

"Host, approximately two months."

Two months, so there weren’t many days left.

Even on the grapevines, one could occasionally see a grape starting to change color.

"Great, in a few days, they’ll be ready to eat."

Being ready to eat also meant being ready to sell.

This batch of fruit would surely bring her a considerable amount of wealth.

After delivering the gift, Nian Shutong had lunch with Dou Dou, one went to class, and the other went to work.

At this moment, the article published by Earth Bar was finally opened.

Interstellar, Military Song Selection Office.

This time’s military song selection was specifically for a legion, so it was carried out by a legion’s PR department.

In the preliminary round, a selection of twenty songs was first made by some people, then played for some leaders of the legion, followed by the soldiers’ vote, to finally select one song.

Not all legion members were stationed at the Insect Race border; there was a rotation system in place.

The legions that were not stationed had their own bases, conducting daily training and maintaining combat readiness.

But combining work with rest was also necessary.

The purpose of this military song activity was to find one song that the warriors liked, a song that would invigorate when listened to.

The liking of those old men is just so straightforward.

"There is a song here, sent over by the Earth Bar."

"That name sounds a bit familiar."

A corps staffer, opening the email, tried hard to recall where they had heard it before.

"I know, I know!"

A girl across from him stood up energetically and sang a couple of lines.

"Go? Match? This ragged cloak!"

"Fight? Fight! With the humblest of dreams!"

Two familiar lines of lyrics quickly reminded the person checking the email who the Earth Bar was.

"So it’s him! Then we must take a good look."

Not just the staffer checking the email, but everyone in the song competition room was somewhat curious.

The last performance of the Alone Brave had thrilled the backstage staff of the Legion to bits.

If a lowly soldier could sing a couple of lines, the person serving food would heap an extra two spoonfuls of vegetables.

That’s just how sensational it was.

The staffer clicked play.

"One, two, three, four. One two three four!"

The uniform and spirited chant reached everyone’s ears first.

Regardlessly, just this chant alone made everyone feel as if they were in the midst of the Legion.

Power, masculinity, determination.

The spirited introduction, along with the chant-like counting, drew everyone’s attention.

And there’s a song?

No hurry, listen to it in a moment.

"One two three four one two three four like a song."

"The green barracks, the green barracks taught me."

"To sing so the mountains quake and the earth moves."

The singing continued, with clear layers, building upon each other.

Piercingly powerful, inspiring people to push forward.

"One two three four, one two three four like a song!"

...

"One two three four!"

"The warrior’s song!"

The last line, ending with "The warrior’s song."

After listening, there was only one feeling, advancement!

"This song must advance."

"Of course! This song makes me want to run drills on the field."

"Exactly right, feels like there’s energy all over after listening."

"Well written, I have a feeling he’s going to win."

No one argued with this statement.

They might be the press corps warriors, but they are also soldiers.

They know all too well, know precisely what kind of song can move the hearts of the Legion’s soldiers.

"Who’s the singer? The singer is impressive too."

"Right! Without this timbre, it wouldn’t work at all."

"It’s truly so."

Everyone looked expectantly at the staffer opening the song, who then glanced at the specific information of the song.

Lyrics and Composition: Earth Bar.

Performance: Earth people.

"The Earth people of Earth Bar."

A tongue-twister phrase that got everyone thinking, who are the Earth people?

Upon hearing this, maybe they came from the same origin as Earth Bar?

"Could it be that Earth Bar sang it himself?"

One person speculated only to be contradicted by another promptly.

"No! Earth Bar has renamed all the songs he sent out."

"What do you mean?"

"It means the performer for all the songs is listed as Earth people."

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