They didn't look like locals; their clothes had a bit of a city flair.
Aunt Zhang pulled Wen Ying to the front row. Seeing her looking, she said, "Oh, them? I think they're photographers the director hired. Our event is going to be reported on!"
To the people here, being reported on meant it was a big deal, that they were becoming famous!
So, hearing it would be reported on made them feel very happy and honored, just like an ordinary person getting on TV.
"Auntie, what kind of event is this, exactly?"
"A song and dance competition!"
Wen Ying, "..."
Looking at this group of aunties, she wondered what kind of singing and dancing this would entail.
'It couldn't be square dancing, could it?'
Wen Ying felt a vague sense of dread.
"Little Ying! Don't you underestimate us just because we're getting on in years. When it comes to square dancing, we absolutely can't lose! This is for the honor of our neighborhood!"
Sure enough, it was square dancing.
"So this is Little Ying?"
