I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Qian Kun was picking at the grass clippings stuck to the knees of his training pants when he was suddenly stared at by five or six pairs of eyes. He slowly raised his head, looking bewildered, and asked, "Why are you looking at me? Have you all made your decisions?"

"Nonsense, you're the only one left." Zhao Yihang chuckled and nudged his shoe. "Young Master Kun, give me a straight answer, are you staying or not?"

"With such a large family fortune, you can't just waste your time in the military, can you? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to go back and inherit the family business than to struggle here?"

That's a very good question.

Everyone knows that Qian Kun is a genuine second-generation rich kid with assets in the nine figures. He joined the army purely because his father sent him there to learn to be humble and disciplined.

Logically speaking, after completing two years of compulsory military service, going home to take over a business and become a carefree boss is much better than running five kilometers every day and folding paper blocks in the army.

Even Chen Zhiyuan nodded in agreement, saying, "Qian Kun, don't feel pressured. Just tell the truth. If your family has plans for you, it's normal to want to leave the army. The company won't force you."

Everyone was waiting for him to say that he had a business to take over at home and that he wouldn't stay any longer, after all, that's the standard script for a rich second generation.

Qian Kun curled his lip and threw the grass stem in his hand away: "Keep it, why not?"

"what?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Really? You're not going back to inherit the family fortune?"

"Inherit what? Inherit what?" Qian Kun rolled his eyes. "Do you really think my family is one of those wealthy families in TV dramas? Inheriting a fortune? My dad is in good health; he can work for another twenty years without any problem."

"Besides, with my carefree attitude, do you think he'd let me become the general manager of the company? Dream on."

"If I really go back, at most they'll give me a sinecure, where I'll spend my days making tea and reading newspapers, collecting my salary at the end of the month, just like a retired old man."

"Want to interfere in the core business? No way! My dad's afraid I'll lose everything."

"To put it bluntly, going back would just mean being a spoiled brat who just loafs around and waits to die. It doesn't matter where you loaf around."

"Besides," he said, his eyes lighting up as he leaned closer to Wu Hanfeng, grinning obsequiously, "following Brother Feng is so much fun! Getting into trouble every day... uh, I mean, there's something new to do every day. This is way more exciting than playing video games at home."

"Going back home won't be as exciting as this! I'm not leaving, I have to stay!"

Chen Zhiyuan's face darkened.

This guy just said he's always causing trouble?

So you stayed on the team either to cause trouble or to watch the show, right?

Everyone's lips twitched collectively.

Others stay in the team either for promotion or to serve the country, but for Qian Kun, it's more interesting to join in the fun with Brother Feng than to go home.

The thinking of the rich kids is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

Wu Hanfeng kicked him irritably: "Get lost! So you stayed in the team just to cause trouble with me? Let me tell you, no one will pamper you in the training team. You'll be folding blankets and memorizing regulations every day. You'll have nowhere to cry."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Qian Kun waved his hand dismissively. "With Brother Feng here, you'll hold the sky up even if it falls. Besides, what's folding a blanket? I can fold a blanket into a perfect square better than the platoon leader in basic training now."

Chen Zhiyuan was both amused and annoyed. He pointed at Qian Kun, speechless for a long time: "You brat... fine, if you stay in the team, do your job well and stop thinking about joining in the fun all the time. The training team is strict, so don't come crying and begging to come back later."

"Don't worry, Company Commander! We absolutely won't let our Third Company down!"

The wishes of all five people have been settled.

Chen Zhiyuan felt relieved and was preparing to go back to make preparations.

Suddenly, a hand shot up from the side.

"Company commander! Company commander! What about me?"

He Dong rushed up to Chen Zhiyuan, his face full of anticipation. "Why didn't you ask me? I also want to stay on the team! I want to go to the training camp too!"

The scene fell silent instantly.

Chen Zhiyuan's smile froze for a moment, and he coughed awkwardly, "Ah... well, He Dong..."

He Dong's smile hadn't faded, and he was still holding his hand up, blinking his eyes as he waited for what was to come. His expectant look was just like that of a child waiting to receive candy.

He had been listening to this for a while, and he was secretly overjoyed.

Five people are going to training camp, so surely they should bring him along, right?

After all, he was Wu Hanfeng's "right-hand man". Yesterday, when he went to the Armed Police Detachment, he followed along, taking statements, taking photos, and taking out contraband. He was busy with everything. Even if he didn't do anything special, he still deserves credit for his hard work!

He had been secretly planning all the way: by going to the training team, he could learn skills and be with Brother Feng every day. After returning, he might be officially transferred to the special operations squad and become Brother Feng's right-hand man. Just thinking about it made him feel very proud.

After waiting for a long time, the company commander questioned Zhao Yihang and the other three people one by one, but skipped over him.

He Dong's heart skipped a beat, a vague sense of foreboding washing over him, but he still clung to a sliver of hope, looking expectantly at Chen Zhiyuan.

Chen Zhiyuan felt uncomfortable under his gaze and tried to be as tactful as possible: "He Dong, it's like this. The five spots for this training camp are specially allocated to the special operations squad by the regiment."

"You're still officially part of the military police force, and your military skills... still need further practice..."

"So... there's no spot for you this time."

"what?"

He Dong's raised hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the smile on his face vanished at a visible speed.

"No...no spot for me? Why, Company Commander?"

"My military skills aren't bad either! I even ran the 5km test in under 21 minutes last time! The squad leader praised my tactical maneuvers!"

"Yesterday I went to the Armed Police detachment and even helped them take notes on the problem list and take photos for evidence! My name is on the garrison's commendation notice! Why don't I ever get the good things..."

Her tone was so aggrieved, she was almost crying.

It looked just like a little dog that had been abandoned by its owner, with drooping ears and a pitiful expression.

Chen Zhiyuan was even more embarrassed and quickly explained, "It's not that you're not good enough, He Dong. It's just that there were only five spots available this time, and they were all given to the special operations team."

"If you want to stay in the team, that's definitely no problem, the company will absolutely support you."

"But I really can't make it to the training camp this time. We'll definitely give you priority in the next batch, okay?"

"When will the next batch be..." He Dong slumped, kicking at the pebbles at his feet. "By the time the next batch arrives, Feng and the others will have graduated and come back. How am I supposed to keep up with them?"