I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhang Kai was deeply moved, and his eyes were practically shining as he looked at Wu Hanfeng.

He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Comrade Wu is absolutely right! Work and rest should be balanced! But those who deserve punishment should still be punished; we can't let this habit get away with!"

But in her heart, she was already planning to treat Zheng Tao to a big meal later.

Not only did they speak well of us in the garrison area, but even the military police officers who came to inspect were so accommodating. We owe them a huge favor!

Wu Hanfeng smiled, didn't reply, and slowly strolled back to the door.

A mop stood behind the door, its cloth strips neatly tied, looking exceptionally clean.

"Holy crap! Does this thing have radar on it? How can it pinpoint these locations so accurately?!"

The soldiers in the first squad almost cursed out loud.

But they dared not step forward to stop them.

I can only beg my grandparents not to find out!

but……

"This mop cleaned up quite neatly."

Wu Hanfeng reached out and tugged at the mop handle, as if to check its sturdiness. "The mops around here are so worn out that no one cares about the lint strips falling off."

As his fingertips slid down the mop handle, he suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?"

"Why is there yarn tangled in this mop handle?"

With a gentle flick of his finger, a dusty gray woolen scarf was pulled off, still carrying the faint scent of laundry detergent. It was the very scarf Zhou Ming had hastily wrapped around the mop to hide earlier.

The scarf slowly drifted to the ground, landing right at Zhang Kai's feet.

Zhang Kai: "..."

He looked at the gray scarf, then at the playing cards scattered on the floor, and then at the snail rice noodles stuck in the cracks of the bed frame. He felt a tightness in his chest and almost fainted on the spot.

scarf?!

They even wrapped scarves around the mop?

Why don't you just get yourselves wrapped in mops?

Zhou Ming wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground right then and there.

It's over, it's over.

Today, this model class has completely failed.

Wu Hanfeng, carrying the scarf, also tried to smooth things over, saying considerately, "Oh, the soldiers must have washed it and had nowhere to hang it to dry, so they just hung it here. It's alright, it's perfectly normal for clothes to dry in the dorm."

Zhang Kai's lips twitched, and he remained silent for a long time.

Normal? Normal my ass!

The dormitory regulations clearly stipulate that personal belongings are not allowed to be hung in the dormitory!

If this is normal, then nothing is abnormal!

But he couldn't refute it yet, since Wu Hanfeng had already given him a way out.

He could only glare at Zhou Ming with a dark expression, his eyes like knives, as if he wanted to stab two holes in Zhou Ming.

Wu Hanfeng acted as if he hadn't seen it, put down the scarf, and walked to the locker.

He reached out and knocked on the cabinet door, smiling as he said, "The locker is locked quite securely; it must be very tidy inside, right?"

As he spoke, he slid his hand down the side of the locker, his fingertips pausing briefly in the gap at the bottom of the locker.

"Oh, there's a book underneath?"

He bent down and reached under the locker, pulling out a shabby martial arts novel with a picture of a swordsman on the cover and the title in four large characters: "The Sword's Roar in the Jianghu".

Wu Hanfeng weighed the book in his hand and looked at the soldiers in the ranks with a smile: "Whose book is this? It's quite classic."

One of the soldiers in the team turned pale instantly and lowered his head even further.

As Zhang Kai looked at the martial arts novel, he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

Snail rice noodles, playing cards, scarves, martial arts novels...

This isn't a model squad, it's a general store!

He took a deep breath, then another, before suppressing the urge to curse on the spot.

Turning to look at Wu Hanfeng, his smile was more like a grimace:

"Comrade Wu, I'm truly... truly sorry, this class has indeed been a bit lax. Rest assured, we will definitely rectify this seriously and there will absolutely be no next time!"

"Hey, it's no big deal." Wu Hanfeng put the book on the table and said nonchalantly, "Young people, everyone has hobbies. As long as it doesn't affect training or violate principles, it's all negotiable."

He turned to look at Zhang Kai and smiled:

"Staff Officer Zhang, one class doesn't prove anything. I think the class next door is pretty good. Why don't we go and take a look at the class next door? Maybe the class next door is particularly good, and I can learn a lot from them."

Zhang Kai's legs went weak.

Still watching?

If you keep looking, you'll have emptied the whole family's coffers!

Who knows what else is hidden under the beds in the next classroom!

They might even be able to pull out the electric cooker!

But he can't just tell them not to look, he can't exactly say, "The class next door is hiding things too, so please don't go," right? That would be like giving himself away.

Zhang Kai swallowed hard and forced himself to say:

"Okay...okay! Class Two next door is also quite excellent. Comrade Wu, this way please..."

As he led the way, he prayed frantically in his heart.

Class Two, you guys better step up your game!

Stop hiding all that junk!

Otherwise, we would have lost face in the entire military district today!

He Dong followed behind, watching Zhang Kai's absent-minded figure, and almost burst out laughing.

He secretly gave Wu Hanfeng a thumbs up.

Sergeant, you're really ruthless!

After this trip, the detachment leader estimates he'll have to give the entire brigade a good dressing down when he gets back.

When I came out of the dormitory, the smell of disinfectant in the hallway couldn't mask the lingering smell of sour bamboo shoots.

Zhang Kai walked ahead, his training uniform on the back was soaked with sweat, and his back, which had been straight just moments before, was now visibly slumped.

He was filled with regret.

Who was it that had the nerve to say that the First Brigade was the model of internal affairs and insisted on bringing people here to learn from them?

Good heavens, they failed to obtain the scriptures, but the snail rice noodles, playing cards, woolen scarves, and martial arts novels—a four-pronged attack that completely stripped the model class bare.

Normally, he would have given Zhou Ming a thorough dressing-down, but now he had two "own men" from the military police following behind him, so he had to force a smile and not show any weakness.

"Well, Comrade Wu, you see, in a grassroots company, it's inevitable that there are a few soldiers who can't control themselves."

Zhang Kai coughed lightly, trying to save face, "But don't worry, most of the classes are excellent, especially the second class next door, they are a true role model. Last time the brigade did a spot check on internal affairs, their class had zero problems, and the detachment leader praised them several times."

He spoke with a tough tone, but deliberately slowed his pace, praying frantically in his heart: You little rascals from Class Two, you better step up!

The message must have reached you. Don't hide any more of those random things!

Snail rice noodles and playing cards are one thing, but if they pull out something even more outrageous, I'll lose all face here today!