I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

After the drill training ended, the trainees finally had a short break.

Each class was taken back to their dormitory, where they could drink water, use the toilet, and sit on a small stool to catch their breath—but the rules were still numerous.

Song Yizhou stood in the corridor, hands behind his back, and announced the rules for the break period to all the students in Class One.

"First, no lying in bed. Rest time is for you to sit up and catch your breath, not for you to lie around like corpses. Beds are for sleeping at night; anyone who touches the bed during the day has to run laps."

"Second, no loud noises allowed. You're here for training, not to go to the market. If you speak louder than normal conversation volume, the whole class will stand at attention."

"Third, if someone goes to the toilet and doesn't return within five minutes, the whole class will go out to look for them. If they can't be found, the whole class will stand at attention until they are found."

"Fourth—" He glanced at Wu Hanfeng, "No smoking in the dorm. If you want to smoke, go to the end of the corridor; there are ashtrays there. If I catch you smoking in the dorm, I'll shove a cigarette butt up your nostril."

"Alright, twenty-minute break. Dismissed."

The trainees scattered and found places to sit down.

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun sat on stools, leaning against the wall, looking as exhausted as dead dogs.

The drill training had really worn them out. Although Du Hong's bamboo stick mostly hit the legs of other trainees, they felt the pain just watching it.

"I feel like my arm doesn't belong to me anymore," Qian Kun said, rubbing his shoulder and grimacing. "Captain Du's arm-swinging training is insane. He makes you repeat one movement hundreds of times. My arm is almost dislocated."

Zhao Yihang unscrewed the kettle, took a big gulp of water, wiped his mouth, and said, "You should be grateful. At least you weren't whipped with bamboo sticks. The guy in front of me had four red marks on his calves. When he got back to the dorm and rolled up his pants, they were swollen like radishes."

"Luckily, Brother Feng had practiced our drills in the special forces beforehand, otherwise we would definitely have been the ones getting a beating today."

Qian Kun said in a low voice, "Did you notice? Captain Du circled around Brother Feng several times, but couldn't find anything wrong with him. He looked like he'd swallowed a fly, frustrated but unable to say anything."

Zhao Yihang couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly covered his mouth: "I saw it. I also saw Captain Liu and Captain Han whispering to each other by the playground, looking over at Brother Feng as they talked. They were probably trying to figure out Brother Feng's background."

"Let him do the research. Who has Brother Feng ever been afraid of?" Qian Kun shrugged dismissively. "Back in our regiment, even the regimental commander was rendered helpless by Brother Feng. What are a few training team captains compared to him?"

"If anyone really angers Brother Feng, he has a hundred ways to make them regret it."

Zhao Yihang nodded: "No problem."

As the two were talking, Ma Teng and Sun Dawei also came over.

Ma Teng: "Did you pass by Class 2's dormitory when you went to the restroom?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"When I passed by, I heard their squad leader scolding someone," Ma Teng mimicked the tone he overheard, lowering his voice to imitate, "'Look at that veteran from the first squad! He can run five kilometers in full gear without even breaking a sweat!'"

"You got full marks for cleaning the outhouse! Your drill training was flawless! And look at you guys, you're all terrible! How dare you call yourselves top students?" Then the guys from Class Two turned green with envy.

Qian Kun and Zhao Yihang exchanged a glance and burst out laughing at the same time.

"Brother Feng has really stirred up a lot of hatred," Qian Kun laughed.

"It's not just full capacity," Ma Teng said. "I just ran into a soldier from the Third Company, from the division's reconnaissance battalion. He secretly asked me what that second-term veteran was all about, whether he was a retired special forces soldier. I said no, but he didn't believe me, saying I was lying to him."

"and then?"

"Then I said, Feng is just a squad leader in an ordinary company of the Third Regiment. That guy's expression became even more interesting. He said, how could a squad leader in an ordinary company be at this level? Did he have some kind of special training?"

Sun Dawei said, "Actually, I think what's most impressive about Brother Feng today isn't cleaning the outhouse or the drill training, but his calm demeanor."

"Have you noticed? No matter which company commander reprimanded him today, he acted like nothing happened. You could say he's faking it, but he really did everything perfectly. You could also say he's really calm, but anyone in that situation wouldn't be able to stay that calm."

"So?" Qian Kun asked.

"So I think Feng Ge isn't faking it; he genuinely doesn't care about any of this. If you criticize him, he doesn't take it seriously; if you praise him, he doesn't take it seriously either."

"You make things difficult for him, and he does things so well that you can't find fault with them, and then he continues to act as if it's nothing. That's the scariest part—you have nothing to control him."

The dormitory fell silent instantly.

Then Qian Kun slowly exhaled: "Dawei, if you used your brain for the right thing, you would definitely be a great strategist."

Sun Dawei scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "I was just making things up."

At that very moment, in the water room at the end of the corridor, Wu Hanfeng was leaning against the windowsill, smoking and staring blankly at the playground outside the window.

After finishing his cigarette, Wu Hanfeng stubbed it out and turned to walk back.

Just as I stepped out of the water room, I ran into Hao Qiang coming up the stairs.

The moment Hao Qiang saw Wu Hanfeng, he jumped back half a step as if he had been electrocuted, his back pressed against the wall.

"Squad Leader Wu!" Hao Qiang forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "You're here to use the restroom too?"

"I smoke," Wu Hanfeng said. "What about you?"

"I...I...I need to use the restroom, yes, yes, I need to use the restroom." Hao Qiang pointed to the restroom at the end of the corridor, his feet already poised to run away at any moment.

"Go ahead, don't hold back." Wu Hanfeng patted his shoulder, then walked past him toward the dormitory.

Hao Qiang stood there, watching Wu Hanfeng's figure disappear at the dormitory entrance, before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

He reached out and touched the shoulder that Wu Hanfeng had patted earlier, confirming that he did not have symptoms of dizziness, nausea, or weakness in his limbs, and only then did he feel half relieved.

Safe.

This time, I wasn't scammed.

He quickly ran into the restroom and decided that from now on, he would always keep a safe distance of at least three meters whenever he saw Wu Hanfeng—no, five meters, preferably ten meters.

In the afternoon and after dinner, there were hardly any opportunities to rest, so I didn't get much physical training.

But the rules, details, and various regulations have been continuously established.

Clearly, these class leaders and team leaders don't want you to be too physically tired on the first day.

It's just a way to constantly test your patience.

Finally, around 11 p.m., the trainees from each squadron, after a long and arduous day, all fell asleep.

But perhaps because of the sudden change in environment, Wu Hanfeng couldn't fall asleep.

He took a cigarette, intending to go to the restroom to smoke and relieve his boredom.

However, as they passed the recreation room, they heard the voices of the class monitor and team leaders coming from inside.

They were still awake, spending time together eating, drinking, chatting, and relaxing.

Wu Hanfeng ignored them and walked straight past.

But after taking only a few steps, he stopped and sniffed hard.

"The taste of Erniu's braised beef!"

Wu Hanfeng was a little unsure at first, so he turned around and went back.

The door wasn't closed tightly, and there was a crack, allowing the aroma of snacks to waft out.

Wu Hanfeng smelled them carefully again before confirming that they were the snacks that Erniu had personally made and brought to the training team at noon, which were then taken away from him!

Wu Hanfeng's face immediately turned cold!

This group of people actually took out my things and ate them together without my consent?