I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhou Haibo looked completely bewildered.

He did help new recruits wash their feet.

On the contrary, I've played it many times.

But no new recruit has ever volunteered for it!

Before he could react, the other recruits also clutched their feet and cried out, "Squad leader, my feet suddenly hurt too, I need some foot bath water too."

"Me too. Thanks for your hard work, class monitor."

The new recruits pretended to be injured one by one, staring longingly at Zhou Haibo.

Wu Hanfeng, who was standing to the side, almost burst out laughing when he saw this.

These idiots!

really!

After hearing this, the veins on Zhou Haibo's face and neck visibly bulged.

He glanced at Wu Hanfeng and knew that he must be involved with this guy.

But now is not the time to assign blame.

These brats, if we don't teach them a lesson for their bad habits, they might end up making us cook dragon meat for them in the future!

"Okay, okay! Your feet hurt, right?"

Zhou Haibo, enraged, laughed coldly: "Now, everyone, get outside and assemble!"

The new recruits: "???"

"Why is this different from the script we just discussed?"

"The class monitor seems angry! We're doomed!"

"Brother Feng, didn't you say the squad leader would fetch us water to wash our feet?"

All the new recruits looked at Wu Hanfeng.

Wu Hanfeng looked at them like they were idiots, "Who told you to be so stupid!"

"A whole bunch of you have sore feet, even a fool could tell you're faking it."

The new recruits: "..."

When Wu Hanfeng led the new recruits out, Zhou Haibo was already standing outside the barracks.

By this time, the sun outside was already quite strong.

But Zhou Haibo, with a serious expression, shouted, "Now, two hours to maintain military posture!"

"Isn't it my damn foot that hurts?"

"I'll make you suffer enough!"

"All of you, stand properly!"

"If anyone fucking moves, everyone gets an extra 10 minutes!"

The new recruits wailed in despair, each filled with regret.

Standing at attention is a common occurrence in the military.

Anyone you randomly pick can stand for two or three hours.

The problem is, these new recruits have only been in the army for one day.

Although I had military training at school, I had never stood for so long at once!

Seeing Zhou Haibo's angry face, no one dared to beg for mercy.

Time passed slowly, and the new recruits stood under the scorching sun, suffering terribly.

But Wu Hanfeng remained calm.

For him, a veteran who had trained in the army for six years, two hours of standing at attention was incredibly easy.

Many recruits from other platoons, seeing the situation in Platoon One, secretly rejoiced that they hadn't been assigned to Platoon One.

It's only the first day, and they've already been dragged out for training.

Two hours is neither a long nor a short time.

When Zhou Haibo called it over, the recruits felt their legs were going numb.

My body was soaked in sweat from head to toe.

"Go back to your cells, all of you!"

After saying that, Zhou Haibo walked back.

The new recruits helped each other as they walked in, but when they saw Wu Hanfeng walking as if nothing had happened, they were all surprised.

"Brother Feng, how come you're completely fine? Don't your feet hurt? Aren't your calves sore?" Zhao Yihang asked curiously.

Wu Hanfeng laughed and said, "I've done so much farm work at home, this kind of intensity is nothing."

"Awesome!"

The new recruits all gave Wu Hanfeng a thumbs up.

When the new recruits returned to their barracks, they found trays of warm water inside.

"Go wash up."

"Now I'm sure your feet really hurt, so I've thoughtfully prepared some water for you to wash your feet."

Zhou Haibo laughed and said, "How about it? Isn't your class monitor thoughtful?"

The new recruits: "..."

demon!