I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

It was exactly 2 p.m., and the sun was blazing.

On the training ground, the students of the four squadrons had already lined up, standing straight with their faces full of trepidation.

Captain Qin Gang stood on the high platform, his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over the four formations.

Behind him, four company commanders stood in a row, each holding a brand-new pair of white gloves.

The gloves were so white they were dazzling, reflecting the sunlight and giving off a creepy feeling.

"The spring cleaning is over."

"Next, the squadron leaders will conduct cross-inspections of hygiene. Squadron Leader Liu Zhen of the First Squadron will inspect the Second Squadron, Squadron Leader Du Hong of the Second Squadron will inspect the Third Squadron, Squadron Leader Han Song of the Third Squadron will inspect the Fourth Squadron, and Squadron Leader Cao Meng of the Fourth Squadron will inspect the First Squadron."

"There's only one inspection standard—the area touched by the white gloves must not have a speck of dust."

"If any class's assigned area is found to be substandard, the entire class will have to redo it. If it still doesn't meet the standard after the redo, that class will have to sleep on the floor in their assigned area tonight."

Upon hearing this, all the trainees below swallowed hard.

Sleeping on the floor in the area under one's responsibility?

Does that mean the person in charge of the toilets has to sleep in the toilets?

Qian Kun stood in the first class's line, his legs already starting to feel weak.

He secretly glanced at Wu Hanfeng's back and found that the man was still very calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Yihang," Qian Kun said in a low voice, barely moving his lips as he squeezed out the words, "Do you think our toilet... will pass inspection?"

Zhao Yihang looked straight ahead and replied in ventriloquism, "If Brother Feng says it's possible, then it's possible."

"But I'm not sure! What if those class monitors are deliberately picking a fight? What if they even try to unclog the toilet drain?"

"Then you should pray that they can still eat dinner after they've finished taking everything."

Qian Kun: "..."

The cross-checking has officially begun.

First Squadron Leader Liu Zhen put on white gloves and, along with several squad leaders under his command, stormed towards the Second Squadron's sanitation area.

The way this group of people walked together looked like gangsters going out to collect protection money.

Liu Zhen walked at the front, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. Behind him, the three squad leaders stood in a row, their sleeves rolled up to their elbows, their white gloves reflecting a cold light in the sunlight.

The students of the Second Squadron stood ramrod straight in the corridor, not daring to breathe.

As Liu Zhen and his group walked past, several soldiers even subconsciously took a half-step back.

The first place Liu Zhen inspected was the dormitory corridor that was under the responsibility of the third squad of the second company.

He stood in the corridor without saying a word, just standing there with his hands behind his back.

The three squad leaders behind him automatically spread out, like hunting dogs, each staring in a different direction.

"The windowsill," Liu Zhen uttered casually.

A squad leader immediately walked to the windowsill, stretched out his gloved fingers, and ran them along the edge of the windowsill from one end to the other.

A faint gray mark was clearly visible on the fingertips of the white glove.

Liu Zhen glanced at the gray stain, then at He Yong. "Squad Leader He, your squad is responsible for the corridor, right?"

"Reporting to the captain, yes, sir!"

"Is the windowsill considered part of the hallway?"

"……Calculate."

"That's good." Liu Zhen nodded. "I'm a reasonable person. If you say it's okay, then it means you know the standards. Since you know the standards, what's the deal with this gray stuff?"

He Yong: "This dust—is our class's mistake."

Liu Zhen turned to the recorder behind him and said, "Second Squad, Third Platoon, hygiene inspection failed. There's dust on the windowsill in the corridor. The whole platoon will have to start over. I'll re-inspect in half an hour."

At this moment, He Yong, the squad leader of the third squad, suddenly turned around and shouted at the ten students in his squad.

"Didn't you fucking hear me?! There's dust on the windowsill! How many times have I told you, the windowsill needs to be wiped! The windowsill needs to be wiped! Are you guys got donkey hair in your ears?!"

He strode to the windowsill, smeared the ash mark hard with his finger, and then poked his finger into the face of the nearest student.

"Look! Look! Black and white on paper—no, gray ink on white paper! What the hell is this? Huh? This is your face! This is the face of Class Three! This is my face!"

The student was sprayed with spittle all over his face and didn't dare to wipe it off; he could only endure the scolding.

He Yong continued to roar, "I just spent a whole hour with you guys cleaning! A whole hour! And you can't even clean a windowsill properly? Were you this incompetent at your previous workplace?"

"How did your former squad leader put up with you? If you were serving under me, I'd train you to a pulp, or I'd change my surname to yours!"

"Half an hour! I'm giving you half an hour! If anyone doesn't clean it properly, you're not getting any sleep tonight. I'll stay here and clean it with you all night! Got it?!"

"Listen carefully!" the students of Class Three shouted in unison.

"What are you standing there for? Waiting for me to hand you a rag?"

The ten trainees, as if granted a pardon, rushed towards the windowsill like madmen.

On the other side, Du Hong, the second squad leader, led his three squad leaders to attack the third squad.

Du Hong looks like someone you don't want to mess with.

He was a tall man, 1.85 meters tall, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a powerful stride.

The three squad leaders behind him had the same aura—each one stronger and fiercer than the last, standing there looking like four humanoid beasts who had just come down from a fighting ring.

The first place they inspected was the meeting room managed by the sixth squad of the third company.

Du Hong walked into the conference room, glanced around, and then turned back to wink at one of the class leaders behind him.

The squad leader understood immediately, walked straight to the empty folding chair in the corner, squatted down, and stuck two fingers into the gap between the chair leg and the ground.

The gap was so narrow that only one finger could fit through it, making it impossible to reach when mopping the floor.

The squad leader pulled his finger out and looked at it against the light—there was a small clump of grayish-white flocculent material stuck to the fingertip of the white glove, along with a few strands of hair.

"Team Leader Du, we have some goods." The squad leader held up his finger and waved it at Du Hong.

Du Hong took the pinch of ash, walked up to Li Lei, the class monitor of Class Six, and held his finger up to Li Lei's nose.

"Squad Leader Li, tell me, what is this?"

"……Ash."

"What gray?"

"Dust accumulated under the chair legs."

"How long has this dust been accumulating?"

Li Lei couldn't say it.

Because the strands of hair tangled in the ash were clearly not from the past day or two; they had been accumulating for at least half a month.

Du Hong patted the clump of ash onto Li Lei's chest, wiping the ash off his white gloves onto Li Lei's training uniform.

"Class Six, let's try again."

"I'll be back in half an hour. When I come back, I'll not only check under the chair legs, but also the light bulbs, the inside of the tables, and the gaps in the window frames. You'd better tear down the meeting room and redo it, because if I touch even a speck of dust again—"

He paused, glancing at the ten students in Class Six whose faces were ashen.

"Your class will have a class meeting tonight in the conference room. The topic is 'Why Cleaning is a Basic Skill in the Military,' and it will last until dawn."

After saying that, he turned and left.

He had barely stepped out of the meeting room when Li Lei, the class monitor of Class Six, erupted.

"Li Deming!" He pointed at the tallest soldier in the line, "You're in charge of the chair legs! Didn't you move any chairs when you were mopping the floor?!"

The soldier named Li Deming trembled in fright: "Squad leader, I moved—"

"Moved it? If you moved it, why is there still dust?" Li Lei walked to the folding chair, lifted it with one hand, and slammed it on the ground. "Look at this! How long has this dust been accumulating? At least half a month! You call this moving it?"

Li Deming glanced down at the clump of ash, and the color drained from his face instantly.

Li Lei threw his chair aside and yelled at the whole class, "Listen up, you all! From now on, I'm going to make every inch of this meeting room cleaner than a plate in the cafeteria!"

"If anyone messes up again—I'll show them what a real class meeting is like tonight!"

"Yes!" the entire Class Six roared.