I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"How is this possible..." A class monitor couldn't help but come over, squatted down next to Cao Meng, and also reached into the crack to dig a bit.

His gloves were also spotless when he took them out.

The squad leader looked down at his fingers, then looked up at Cao Meng, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Cao Meng didn't speak and continued to examine the area deeper.

He walked to the corner of the wall, squatted down, and reached into the crack in the wall where black mud had accumulated for who knows how many years.

Take out the gloves—they're white.

He walked to the door frame, stood on tiptoe, and touched the top of the door frame.

Normal people would never look at that spot, because you have to stand on tiptoe to reach it, and it usually gets dusty without anyone noticing.

The gloves were taken out—they were still white.

He then walked to the back of the urinal, squeezed sideways into the narrow gap that could only fit half a person, and reached into the gap between the urinal and the wall that had never been cleaned before.

The gloves were taken out—and were still white.

Cao Meng's movements became faster and more outrageous.

He began inspecting areas that normal hygiene checks would never cover—

The edge of the water inlet of the water tank is white.

The edge of the deep groove running through the entire toilet below the squat toilet is white.

The deepest part of the brickwork joint in the partition wall is white.

Rubber sealing strip between window glass and window frame: white.

Even the inside of the faucet handle outside the toilet—that area, due to years of use, usually has a layer of limescale and rust on it—

Cao Meng wiped the handle with his gloves, and when he took it out, he found that it was not only free of dust, but the handle was also shinier than the chopsticks in the cafeteria.

The three squad leaders also joined him in the frantic inspection, with four pairs of white gloves flying around every corner of the toilet.

The scene didn't look like a hygiene inspection; it was more like some kind of extreme scientific research—they were testing whether the toilet actually contained dust.

A squad leader squatted down next to the toilet, scraping his fingers back and forth in the grout lines of the tiles along the edge of the toilet seven or eight times. When he stood up, the expression on his face was no longer one of shock, but one of existential doubt.

"Captain Cao," he said, holding up his still-shiny white gloves, "this toilet...was it washed with sulfuric acid?"

"Tiles washed with sulfuric acid will change color. Look at these tiles, the color is so perfect," Cao Meng said, pointing to the edge of the pit.

"Was the hydrochloric acid boiled?"

"The surface of the tiles will become rough after being burned with hydrochloric acid. If you touch the edge of this pit, it's as smooth as a mirror." Cao Meng reached out and touched the edge of the pit again, and the texture made him even more confused.

"Then...did they use a high-pressure water gun?"

"A high-pressure water gun will leave water stains on the ground. Look at this ground, it's completely dry, there's not even a water stain. Besides, our training team doesn't have high-pressure water guns."

The squad leader took off the white gloves, put them back on, and looked at them repeatedly, as if trying to confirm whether they were really white gloves.

"Team Leader Cao, I have an idea," another squad leader leaned over and whispered, "Could these guys... have completely renovated this toilet? Re-tiled it? Repainted the walls?"

"Renovating a toilet in two hours?" Cao Meng glanced at him. "Do you think their class is hiding a construction crew in their backpacks?"

"..."

Cao Meng turned to look at Wu Hanfeng and his group of five not far away.

Seeing Wu Hanfeng's calm expression, I felt like a loser!

Making the trainees clean on the first day was meant to intimidate them and establish rules!

Each of the previous classes had been dealt with to varying degrees.

Now, the dry toilets, which should be the most problematic, are showing no issues whatsoever.

The cleanliness of the dry toilet was like a slap in the face to all the instructors and squad leaders!

"Damn it! I refuse to believe I can't find a single problem!"

Cao Meng took a deep breath, took off his gloves, and carefully inspected them.

The white gloves, from the front and back, to the fingertips, palms, and the area between the thumb and forefinger, were all as white as if they had just been taken out of the packaging.

He put his gloves back on and turned to walk out of the toilet.

"There's one last place." Cao Meng walked out of the outhouse and went around to the back of the outhouse.

That's the septic tank ventilation opening in the toilet.

The three squad leaders exchanged glances, all seeing the same expression on each other's faces—Team Leader Cao was truly enraged. Even the workers responsible for cleaning the septic tanks usually avoided that area around the ventilation vents.

Cao Meng ignored all of that. He walked to the ventilation shaft, squatted down, and stuck two fingers into the gap in the metal grille.

That spot, normally, should be piled with a thick layer of dried fecal residue and toilet paper scraps, plus a swarm of flies that call it home.

Cao Meng circled his finger inside and then pulled it out.

A thin layer of dust clung to the white gloves—but it was rust powder from the iron fence, not dirt.

Cao Meng stared at the layer of rust on his fingertips and fell silent.

Rust is not a hygiene issue; it's natural corrosion that occurs on the iron fence over time and is not something that needs cleaning.

Strictly speaking, this does not constitute a hygiene failure.

The three squad leaders gathered around, their expressions extremely complex as they looked at the layer of rust on Cao Meng's fingers.

"Team Leader Cao," a squad leader licked his lips, "would this... be considered unqualified?"

Cao Meng stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and took off his gloves.

"That's bullshit."

"The iron fence is rusty, how am I supposed to judge it as substandard? Judge it as them not wiping off the rust? Can rust be wiped off?"

The three class leaders looked at each other in bewilderment.

Indeed, rust isn't something you can just wipe off; you have to sand it down and then reapply anti-rust paint.

That falls outside the scope of sanitation cleaning; it falls under barracks maintenance.

Cao Meng circled back to the main entrance of the restroom and waved to Wu Hanfeng and his four companions who were waiting under the poplar trees in the distance.

"You five, come here."

Wu Hanfeng led Zhao Yihang and the other three over at a jog and stood at attention.

Cao Meng: "How did you clean this toilet?"

Wu Hanfeng: "Reporting to the captain, we used water to rinse, brush, toilet cleaner, and mop, following the standard procedure."

"Followed standard procedure?" Cao Meng said, "I served in the army for eight years and inspected toilets no less than a hundred times. I've never seen a toilet inspected to this extent with white gloves on. You're telling me it was done according to standard procedure?"

Wu Hanfeng: "Squad leader, it's probably because I have a deeper understanding of the standard procedures."

The three squad leaders behind Cao Meng all gasped in unison.

They had seen arrogant soldiers before, but they had never seen a soldier so arrogant in front of Cao Meng.

While this was said politely, the underlying message was clearly that it wasn't the standard procedure that was flawed, but rather that the soldiers who had inspected it before didn't understand it deeply enough.

Cao Meng suddenly laughed.

He turned to the recorder behind him and said, "The dry toilets under the responsibility of the first squad of the first company have received a perfect score in hygiene inspection."

Full marks.

The impact of those two words coming from Cao Meng's mouth was comparable to dropping an atomic bomb in the training camp.

The three class monitors stared wide-eyed at the same time. The recorder, holding his pen, stood there stunned for several seconds before reacting and quickly wrote down in his notebook, "Class One, Dry Toilet—Full Marks."

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Many readers have asked the author if he has any other books.

The old book is on another account, titled "I was called Third Grandfather after enlisting, and the commander awarded me military merits." It has more than 2.5 million words and the style is similar to this one.

I hope everyone can support it. Thank you all!