Military career: Starting with a recruitment letter

Chapter 37 Do you really think that I, the deputy class leader, have no temper?
Can it still be so neat?
When Feng Junling and Zhu Gaituan heard Chen Mo's idea, they were confused and couldn't understand it for a while.

They have not experienced the baptism of the Internet explosion era and still have the innocence unique to the 1990s.

Doing this kind of thing will make you feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that no one moved, the recruits in each class on the first and second floors were either being scolded or punished, and now they had no time to come out and pick up their blankets.

Chen Mo bumped his shoulder against Yang Dali, who was closest to him, and urged, "Dali, go pick out a quilt you like and get out of here quickly. It'll be chaos when the other classes come out."

"Row."

Yang Dali was the most straightforward. He rubbed his hands, with excitement on his face, and then he bent down to pick and choose as if he had entered a vegetable market.

Finally, he found a quilt thrown on the concrete floor, picked it up, and grinned foolishly.

As long as there was one person making the sample, the new recruits behind him had no worries and soon everyone had a quilt on their shoulders.

This outside is not like the dormitory.

The northwest wind was blowing, and Chen Mo had just come out for a short while when he felt the cold wind whistling into his trouser legs.

It's such a pain to fold the quilt in this shabby place.

After turning around and observing the surroundings, Chen Mo gestured towards a dormitory building next to the company headquarters and said, "Brothers, let's go. There's a concrete floor over there that's sheltered from the wind. Let's go there."

The others had no objection and just followed along, holding their blankets.

Anyway, they couldn't go back to the dormitory. With Lao Pao, the guy who liked to throw quilts, guarding there, they didn't have the courage to go back.

All the way to the past.

Chen Mo was thinking that no one in the army could fold a qualified quilt the first time.

No matter how well it is folded, it is unlikely that you will hear the word "qualified" from the squad leader.

Because what they want is training and unity among the new recruits in the class.

So Chen Mo knew in his heart that it would be useless to rely on his own strength to get kicked out this time.

Even if he folded the military blanket until it was as smooth as glass, it would still be useless if a fly flew on it and did splits its legs.

Lao Pao can always find other excuses to deal with them.

The excellence of one person does not represent the excellence of the entire class. As the deputy monitor, Chen Mo feels that he should shoulder this responsibility.

We came to the corridor of a dormitory building. The wind was a little weaker here. On one wall of the company headquarters, there was a brand new red banner with gold letters on a red background, which read: We will not fall behind even if we lose skin and flesh; we will not shed tears even if we bleed and sweat.

It makes people's blood boil.

Chen Mo put his quilt on the ground and watched the new recruits from Class 8 coming over one after another.

He clapped his hands and said, "Brothers, did you understand what the squad leader meant just now?"

"If I can't fold the quilt properly today, I won't be able to have lunch, and I'm afraid I won't even have dinner."

"Yeah." Feng Junling scratched his head. "It's okay if I go hungry, but the main thing is how to get the quilt."

"I've tried to fold it, and I've almost begged it, but I just can't get any tofu cubes out."

The others nodded, their eager eyes revealing their agreement. It seemed that they were all terrified of folding quilts.

It looks about cooked.

Chen Mo struck while the iron was hot and said, "Brothers, I have a way to get us all through this, but you must listen to me."

"You all saw Team Leader Guo folding the quilt yesterday. He folded it for more than ten minutes and repaired it for almost an hour."

"I know how to fix it. Let's do it together. Whoever folds it best will work in pairs. I'll be in charge of fixing it, and the rest of you will press down the quilts that haven't been folded yet."

"I just don't believe that seven of us grown men can't do more than a few quilts."

"How about it, do you do it?"

"Why not?" Yang Dali was the first to express his opinion and threw the quilt to the ground with a "bang".

"What about you guys? Do you want to do it?" Chen Mo turned to look at the other five people in Class 8.

"I have no objection." Feng Junling raised his hand and patted his chest.

"I'm sure there's no problem." Zhu Gaituan also did not hesitate.

The three of them were closest to Chen Mo, so naturally they were the fastest to express their opinions.

The four students in the class all agreed. Wei Jiahao and Yue Jinyuan exchanged glances and nodded in agreement, with no objections. Finally, only Li Zhiang remained.

This guy was repeatedly ostracized by others. Not only did the classmates isolate him, but he himself also deliberately distanced himself from the others in Class 8.

While Chen Mo was leading the discussion here, Li Zhiang stood six or seven meters away, holding a quilt in his arms, making his position very clear.

Seeing that the whole class had united to work together to fold the quilt, Li Zhiang tightened the quilt in his arms and took a few steps back.

I didn't plan to go there on my own initiative.

Chen Mo sought opinions from everyone, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Li Zhiang's little movement.

To be honest, Chen Mo really doesn't bother to pay attention to this kind of person who tells tales. Not actively causing trouble for the other party is already showing the greatest restraint.

But not this time.

Since Lao Pao arranged for all the new recruits in the class to go downstairs and fold their quilts by themselves, it was because he saw that Chen Mo's quilt was up to standard and knew that someone would teach him.

If the whole class can fold a quilt with a score of 60, but only one person goes home with a pile of dog shit, then wouldn't all their hard work be in vain?

"What about you, Li Zhiang, are you willing to cooperate?"

In the end, Chen Mo raised his foot and walked towards Li Zhiang.

"Chen Mo, don't bother with this idiot. Let him go wherever he wants. Forget him." Yang Dali curled his lips, obviously still upset about the previous incident of snitching.

Chen Mo waved his hand and ignored Yang Dali.

Instead, he walked straight up to Li Zhiang and asked with a smile: "What do you think?"

"What's your opinion? I don't need to join you. I can fold it myself."

Li Zhi raised his head and responded in a stiff tone, but his evasive eyes made it seem that he lacked confidence.

"You can't fold it yourself." Chen Mo restrained his smile and shook his head slightly, saying: "This is a class activity. If you don't participate, there are two options."

"First, we'll beat you up, then we'll all go back to class and tell the monitor that you can't fold it. The monitor can punish you however he wants. In the end, if you can't fold it well, we'll still be punished."

"Second, go back to class and tell the monitor that you don't want to fold it. No matter how the monitor deals with you, at least he won't involve us."

"It's your choice."

Chen Mo has lost his patience. He will not tolerate such a bully.

If Li Zhiang still refuses to cooperate, Chen Mo will not let him go back to class on his own.

At worst, I can beat him up even if I get punished by Lao Pao. That's much better than being dragged down and punished by him, right?
Otherwise, do you really think that I, the deputy class leader, have no temper?

"Chen Mo, don't waste your time talking to him. Just beat him up. I just don't feel like making the quilt."

Yang Dali rolled up his sleeves, walked over and prepared to get to work.

Perhaps realizing that Chen Mo was not so easy to talk to, the other students in the class decided to take real action.

Li Zhiang stiffened his neck and spoke after a long while: "I, I didn't say I wouldn't cooperate."

"I can press the quilt."

"That's settled then." Chen Mo heard Li Zhiang's response and immediately turned around and said, "Da Li, you, Li Zhiang, Wei Jiahao, and Yue Jinyuan, the four of you, hurry up and press on now."

"Four of you will make one quilt first. Junling, come with me, change the group."

"I'll teach you how to fold it first. Then you can fold the compacted quilt according to the method I told you, and I'll be responsible for repairing it."

“We’ll try to get everything done within three hours.”

After assigning the tasks, Chen Mo took apart his quilt and learned how to fold it and measure the crease positions.

Teach Feng Junling and Zhu Gaituan step by step.

Although the conditions outside are a bit worse, the advantage is that there is pressure, and the whole class has a clear division of labor, so the efficiency is faster than in the dormitory.

It took less than three hours.

Chen Mo led everyone in Class 8, holding the repaired 60-point quilt in their hands.

In the entire Second Company of Recruits, all the recruits were driven downstairs to fold their quilts.

Walk into the dormitory building with your head held high.

(End of this chapter)