I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

He Dong stood behind Wu Hanfeng, his head down staring at the tips of his shoes, not daring to look up for fear of bursting out laughing.

He had just watched as Staff Officer Zhang went from being full of vigor to having a stiff smile, and then to having a livid face. In just ten minutes, his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, he would have burst out laughing on the spot.

Looking at his own deputy squad leader, he seemed completely unaffected, strolling forward leisurely with a considerate smile on his face. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was there for a friendly exchange.

Only He Dong knew that the deputy squad leader was up to no good.

The few things that were taken from Class 1 just now were obviously just something someone casually grabbed. If you really searched carefully, you could probably find a lot more good stuff under the bed boards and on top of the storage cabinets.

When Zhang Kai reached the door of Class 2's dormitory, he took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and then pushed the door open.

Squad leader Xu Lei stepped forward: "Reporting to Staff Officer Zhang! Two military police officers! The entire second squad is present and organizing a study session on internal affairs! Please give instructions!"

Zhang Kai felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and he straightened his back again.

Check it out!

This is what you call a model class!

The first class's performance was an accident; the second class truly reflects the team's strength!

He turned to Wu Hanfeng and smiled, "Comrade Wu, look, this is the second shift. This is how they usually work. I'm not bragging, but their housekeeping standards are among the best in the entire brigade."

Wu Hanfeng nodded, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked in. His gaze swept over the rows of berths, and he said approvingly:

"It really looks good, it's refreshing."

Xu Lei stood in the line, a slight smile creeping onto his lips.

I dare not speak of anything else, but when it comes to housekeeping, Class Two has never been afraid of anyone.

I just received the news, and the whole class rushed to clean up in ten minutes. We couldn't find any snacks, playing cards, or even a single hair.

In this state, let alone two military police officers, even if the squad leader himself came to check, he wouldn't be able to find a single mistake.

The soldiers also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

They had all heard the terrible scene that had just unfolded in Class 1: snail rice noodles and playing cards, and Captain Zhou's cursing could be heard throughout the entire floor.

At the time, they were even gloating, thinking that Class 1 was too incompetent, they couldn't even hide things properly.

Now that it's their turn, everyone knows what's going on—those who need to hide have already hidden in "safe houses," so the surface is absolutely clean.

Wu Hanfeng walked slowly along the berth, occasionally reaching out to touch the corner of the blanket, nodding and offering a few words of praise.

When he reached the third bunk by the window, he suddenly stopped.

The way the quilt was folded was particularly eye-catching.

With its sharp edges, straight lines, and a top so flat it could be used as a mirror, and four corners that look as if they've been measured with a ruler, it's clearly a cut above the other beds next to it. Placed among a pile of neatly folded tofu blocks, it's practically the "king" of tofu blocks.

"Wow, this blanket is folded pretty well!"

Wu Hanfeng's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some treasure. He reached out and gently brushed the quilt, his tone full of amazement, "This standard is almost on par with the honor guard! In all my years in the army, apart from the instructors in the recruit training camp, I have never seen anyone fold their daily belongings like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, fair-skinned soldier in the ranks tensed up.

Chen Mo.

The second class's model of housekeeping, third place in the brigade's housekeeping competition, folding quilts is his specialty.

At this moment, his palms were so sweaty they were almost soaking through his training pants, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

Others may not know, but he knows it all too well.

This seemingly perfect, flawless quilt hides today's biggest bombshell.

He was scrolling through short videos when he received the message that the military police were coming to inspect.

He frantically ran towards where he had hidden the things, but was afraid he wouldn't make it in time. In a moment of desperation, he impulsively shoved his phone under the covers, hiding it in the middle of the folded corners.

He was quite pleased with himself at the time: the most dangerous place is the safest place!

Who would have thought that a cell phone could be hidden in the most perfectly folded blanket?

Even if the police were to touch you, they would only touch the corner of the blanket; they would never reach into the middle of the blanket!

But who would have thought that this inspector would act unpredictably and immediately set his sights on his quilt!

Still praising?

You're praising me so much I'm practically floating on air, bro!

Zhang Kai didn't notice Chen Mo's unusual behavior and continued Wu Hanfeng's line of thought, his tone full of pride:

"Comrade Wu has a good eye! This soldier is Chen Mo, a well-known expert in housekeeping in our detachment. He won third place in the brigade's housekeeping competition last year!"

"This kid may not be good at much else, but he's incredibly patient when it comes to folding blankets. Our detachment commander specifically praised his blanket when he came to inspect last time, saying that this is the standard of housekeeping a soldier should have!"

He became more and more smug as he spoke, thinking that he had finally turned the tables.

What's the big deal about that little incident in Class 1 just now?

With Chen Mo's "sample quilt" around, we can regain all the face we just lost!

He had already begun to imagine the scene after Wu Hanfeng returned, praising the Tiger Detachment's excellent internal affairs to the leaders of the garrison, and how it would be a sure thing to become an advanced detachment by the end of the year.

Chen Mo stood in the line, listening to Zhang Kai's praise, but his heart felt like it was being fried in oil.

Stop praising me!

If you keep praising someone, they'll reach out and take something!

He frantically dug his toes into the ground inside his training shoes, almost wearing the soles through, and he wished he could rush over and remove Wu Hanfeng's hand from the blanket.

But he dared not.

They were military police inspecting the barracks, and for a lowly soldier to go up and stop them, wouldn't that be like protesting too much?

Just as he was praying frantically in his heart, Wu Hanfeng gently placed his palm on the quilt and pressed it down a little.

"Um?"

Wu Hanfeng frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something was wrong, and patted his palm again, making a muffled sound.

"Strange, why does it feel a little hard?"

He turned his head to look at Xu Lei in the group, "Squad Leader Xu, are you stuffing things in your blankets to shape them?"

Xu Lei's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's face turned pale instantly.

It’s over.

Was discovered.

His mind went blank. He opened his mouth to explain, but his throat tightened, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Kai was also taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Hey, how could that be? The internal regulations clearly state that cardboard or wooden boards are not allowed to be used for shaping. How could we make such a basic mistake? I guess... we folded it too tightly? Chen Mo is heavy-handed; he pressed the blanket down firmly, and it feels hard to the touch."

He said it aloud, but he was also a little doubtful in his heart.

That's not right. Chen Mo always folds blankets by hand; he never does anything crooked.

Could it be that he's been too tired from training lately and secretly stuffed a piece of cardboard in his pocket to slack off?

No way, this kid usually values ​​internal affairs and honor the most.

Before he could figure it out, Wu Hanfeng had already made his move.

He gently lifted a corner of the blanket by tracing a seam in the middle with his fingers, then slipped his wrist inside and pulled it out—

"Clatter".

A black smartphone landed in his hand.