I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Fourth Squadron Leader Cao Meng led his men to investigate the First Squadron.

Cao Meng had an ordinary appearance; he was neither as fleshy as Du Hong nor as cold-eyed as Liu Zhen.

But the veterans of the training corps all knew that of the four company commanders, the most difficult one was this Captain Cao.

This gentleman has a peculiar hobby—he enjoys the process of inspecting hygiene.

Others inspect hygiene to find fault, but he inspects hygiene to enjoy the pleasure of finding fault.

Whenever he pulls out a clump of ash from some unexpected corner, the expression on his face is not anger, but satisfaction.

That sense of satisfaction is like an archaeologist digging up a fossil he has long desired, or a fisherman catching a record-breaking big fish.

At this moment, Cao Meng was leading three squad leaders, leisurely inspecting the sanitation area of ​​the First Squadron.

He first inspected the dormitory corridor under the jurisdiction of the second squad of the first company.

The windowsill—touch it, and the white gloves are spotless.

The corridor handrail—touch it, and the white gloves are spotless.

The top of the fire hydrant box—a place that a normal person couldn't reach at all—was touched by Cao Meng, who jumped up and touched it; his white gloves were still clean.

Cao Meng raised an eyebrow and glanced at the class monitor of Class Two with some surprise.

The class monitor of Class Two looked smug.

The soldiers in our platoon are reliable!

Cao Meng didn't say anything and continued walking forward.

The next area is the playground drainage ditch, which is the responsibility of the third squad of the first company.

Drainage ditches are a major target of sanitation inspections.

Leaves, mud, cigarette butts, pebbles blown in by the wind—all sorts of random things were there.

Cao Meng squatted down by the drainage ditch, stretched out two fingers, and rubbed them against the edge of the ditch.

White gloves, clean.

He moved to a different spot and dug into the cement seam between the drainage ditch and the ground.

White gloves, still clean.

Cao Meng stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and looked at the squad leader of the third squad with some surprise.

"Okay," Cao Meng nodded, "The standards for this year's class are much higher than the last year's."

Cao Meng continued walking forward, inspecting several areas in succession.

We also discovered a number of problems.

The consequence was that the student was scolded by the class monitor.

"Team Leader Cao, there's only one area left—the dry toilets that the first squad of the first company is responsible for."

"Dry toilet?" Cao Meng paused. "You mean the dry toilet in the northwest corner of the camp?"

"Yes, that's the one."

The three squad leaders behind Cao Meng simultaneously revealed a subtle expression.

Dry toilet.

The dirtiest, smelliest, and most impossible place to clean in the entire brigade.

The trainees from the previous session spent four hours cleaning that dry toilet and still couldn't pass the test.

In the previous class, a class was punished by having to stand at attention outside the toilet all night because the toilets were not clean enough.

In the training team, dry toilets were the ultimate boss in hygiene inspections.

Cao Meng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of anticipation.

He quickened his pace, striding along the cinder path leading to the dry toilet.

The three squad leaders followed closely behind, each one eager to get started, their white gloves gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

A few minutes later, Cao Meng and his group arrived at the door of the outhouse.

Cao Meng paused in his steps.

His nose twitched slightly.

There was no foul stench as I had expected.

A faint scent of mint wafted in the air, mixed with the fresh grassy aroma of poplar leaves, which actually smelled quite pleasant.

The smile on Cao Meng's face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He glanced back at the three squad leaders behind him.

The three class leaders all had the same expression—confusion, doubt, and disbelief.

They've been to that dry toilet before.

During the hottest part of summer, you could smell the odor from fifty meters away. Sometimes, when the wind blew in this direction, even the people training on the playground would be made to vomit from the smell.

But now, standing at the entrance of the outhouse, there's a minty scent in the air?

"These guys...did they pour a whole case of air freshener into the toilet?" a class monitor muttered.

Cao Meng didn't say anything, but raised his hand to lift the tattered curtain at the door and strode in.

The three class leaders followed closely behind.

Then, all four of them froze.

The toilet in front of me is so clean that it doesn't look like a dry toilet.

Although the cement floor was still old, the years of accumulated grime in the cracks had been cleaned thoroughly, and the floor, after drying, had a light gray sheen.

The urinal has been restored to its original white ceramic texture, with a surface so smooth it reflects light.

The tiles in the pit were all snow-white, and even the grout in the tile joints was cleaned thoroughly.

Sunlight filtered through the cracks in the asbestos roof tiles, falling on the clean ground, creating an indescribably refreshing feeling.

The most outrageous thing is the smell.

There was no unpleasant odor in the dry toilet; instead, it was filled with a faint minty fragrance, mixed with the moisture from the floor being mopped. It even smelled a bit like a shopping mall restroom that had just been thoroughly cleaned.

Cao Meng stood at the door, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire restroom, his expression visibly shifting from anticipation to shock.

The three squad leaders behind him made no attempt to hide their shock.

"Something's not right," Cao Meng muttered to himself, pulling a brand-new pair of white gloves from his pocket and slowly putting them on.

The three squad leaders also silently took out their white gloves and put them on.

Cao Meng stretched out his right index finger and swiped it along the edge of the urinal.

The fingertips of the white gloves were clean.

He raised an eyebrow, then moved to a different spot and smeared the urinal and the wall together.

It's still clean and tidy.

He turned his fingers over and examined them closely in the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the asbestos tiles—the gloves were spotless, not even a speck of water, let alone dust.

"That's interesting." Cao Meng squatted down and rubbed against the edge of the drain at the bottom of the urinal.

That's usually where the most dirt and grime accumulate. Urine and limescale mix together to form a hard, yellowish-brown crust that can't be scrubbed off even with a steel wool pad.

In the past, during checkups, I could feel a lot of yellow discharge in this area even with my eyes closed.

But now, the ceramic surface in that spot is as smooth as a brand-new tile. When you rub a white glove against it, there's no dust, not even a rough feel.

Cao Meng stood up, his expression changing from shock to seriousness.

He walked to the pit area.

He chose the innermost stall—based on his years of inspection experience, the innermost stalls are often overlooked by cleaners because of poor lighting.

In previous inspections, the edge of the pit in this location was always covered with a layer of yellowish-brown grime.

He squatted down, stretched out his finger, and dug into the crack between the edge of the pit and the ground.

The gap was so narrow that only a finger could fit through it; normally, not even a brush could fit through, let alone a mop.

Cao Meng rubbed his fingers inside several times, then pulled them out and looked—

The white gloves were still dazzlingly white.