I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

At 11:30 p.m., the training camp of the division was already shrouded in thick darkness.

The drill ground, which was filled with shouts of battle during the day, was now so quiet that you could hear the chirping of insects at the base of the walls, and the student dormitories were pitch black.

Only the entertainment room at the end of the corridor let out a sliver of dim light, with a faint aroma of braised food wafting through the air.

Who would have thought that the team leaders and squad leaders who had been training a hundred or so trainees until they cried and screamed during the day, with faces so cold they could frost off, were now crammed into a small room of just over ten square meters, sitting around an old, peeling desk, having a late-night snack and tea party.

Half a crumpled old newspaper was spread on the table, covered with a large amount of snacks.

Vacuum-packed braised beef, glistening braised duck wings piled up like a small mountain, and milk candy and beef jerky scattered across half the table.

There were also two freshly opened cans of chrysanthemum tea on the side.

Company Commander Liu Zhen, with half a duck wing in his mouth, said, "Tell me, who exactly is Wu Hanfeng today? A veteran of the second term, he can run five kilometers in full gear in twenty minutes like it's a stroll, and he can even get full marks cleaning a lousy outhouse. It's weird."

Cao Meng, the fourth squadron leader opposite him, was chewing a piece of braised beef, enjoying the delicious taste. Hearing this, he nodded emphatically:

"It's a bit strange. I paid special attention to his bed during the hygiene inspection this afternoon, and the blanket was folded even more neatly than that of our team's veteran squad leader who's been working there for ten years."

"His personal belongings were arranged as if they had been measured with a ruler. I walked around the bed three times and couldn't find a single mistake. I was originally looking for a reason to teach him a lesson and deflate his arrogance, but I just couldn't find a place to start."

Song Yizhou, the class monitor of Class One, sat to the side, twirling a milk candy between his fingers, his brows slightly furrowed: "I also feel that this person is hard to figure out."

"During the afternoon drills, Du Hong stared at him for ten minutes, picking out faults from the height of his toes to the angle of his shoulders, but in the end he couldn't find anything wrong and his face turned green."

"Logically speaking, a veteran who has been in and out of the military four times is either a seasoned old hand who just coasts along or a ruthless person who dares to fight and take risks. He doesn't look like a seasoned old hand, but he's definitely not a pushover either."

He Yong, the squad leader of the third squad, said, "Who cares what kind of person he is? Once we get to the training battalion, dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low. No matter how good he is at fighting, can he turn the world upside down?"

"Besides, all that food and drink he handed over, didn't it still end up in our mouths? Here, dragons have to coil up, and tigers have to lie low!"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst out laughing.

Liu Zhen said, "Speaking of which, this braised beef tastes really good, much better than what the restaurant sells."

"It's fortunate that we had the foresight to pick out and dispose of the prohibited food items that the trainees handed in each time. Otherwise, they would definitely get moldy and spoiled after three months, and we would have to go through the trouble of throwing them away."

"Exactly, exactly." Cao Meng picked up another duck wing and started eating it. "We're helping the trainees eliminate safety hazards! Three months of intensive training—can all this braised food and snacks last?"

"They'll spoil in half a month when it's hot. What a waste to let them go bad! We'll eat them for them; that's making the most of them."

"When the students ask about it at the end of the course, just say that it had gone bad and smelled bad over time, and that it was disposed of in a centralized manner. No one can find fault with that."

Song Yizhou nodded: "This has been the same rule for years. Which batch of trainees hasn't handled their submitted snacks this way? We can't just leave them for three months to expire, can we?"

"Besides, they're here for training to improve their skills. Why would they eat so many snacks? It's a good opportunity to help them overcome their cravings. It's also for their own good."

He Yong laughed and said, "This year's students are lucky to have such good food. Wu Hanfeng brought really good stuff. In previous years, the students handed in spicy strips, instant noodles, or a few packets of cheap biscuits. How could they compare to this braised beef and braised duck wings?"

"Honestly, where did you buy this beef? It tastes amazing, even better than the beef from the old-established delicatessen in my hometown."

The group chatted and ate heartily, completely shedding their cold and ruthless demeanor from the training field during the day.

Two buttons on his training uniform were undone, his hat was askew on his head, and he sat slumped over, looking no different from a group of raw recruits who were secretly getting extra training.

They didn't think it was a big deal.

The training team has been established for so many years, and it has collected countless prohibited snacks. We can't just leave them piled up in the storage room to get moldy, can we?

Anyway, no one dares to ask when the students graduate, and even if they do, they can just brush it off with "it's expired and needs to be disposed of".

Every team captain has done this; it's become an unspoken rule.

But they never expected that they would run into a brick wall today.

Wu Hanfeng was standing in the shadows outside the recreation room.

The day before he left for the training team, Wang Erniu spent most of the day in the mess hall, braising a large bag full of meat, even picking the tenderest cuts of beef shank, saying that the training in the training team was tough and that he should secretly eat something to eat when he got hungry.

The aroma is unique, and the braising liquid ratio is a family secret passed down by Erniu, which others cannot imitate.

It wasn't that he was worried about the food.

This beef was a gift from his comrade who stayed up all night to braise it. He didn't say anything when he handed it in during the day. Since the training team had regulations, he would follow them.

But then these people secretly took it out and ate it in the middle of the night, and they ate it so comfortably, even taking it as a matter of course as an "unspoken rule," which is a bit disgusting.

You can eat whatever you want, but at least ask me first, or invite me to eat with you.

We're all comrades-in-arms, how could I not share this little bit of food with you?

He stood at the door and listened for half a minute, catching every word of the conversation inside.

Hearing the "old rules," "it's a waste to let it go bad," and "say we'll throw it away when graduation," Wu Hanfeng's lips curled into a very faint smile.

That smile looked gentle, but if Zhao Yihang and the others were here, they would definitely shiver.

This is Feng Ge's standard expression when he's about to cause trouble.

Wu Hanfeng neither kicked the door nor made a sound.

He raised his hand, knocked lightly on the door twice, and then, without waiting for a response from inside, pushed the door open and went in.

The door hinges creaked softly, and the talking inside the room abruptly stopped.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The four people inside, with all eight eyes fixed on the doorway, were immediately dumbfounded.

No one expected that students would appear here in the middle of the night.

To everyone's surprise, it turned out to be Wu Hanfeng, the very owner of the items.

The air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere was so awkward it could fill three dry toilets.

Wu Hanfeng leaned against the doorframe, a harmless smile on his face. His gaze slowly swept over the braised dishes on the table, finally landing on the faces of the group: "Captains, squad leaders, you seem to be enjoying your meal?"

"They ate the food I brought without inviting me, and didn't even ask me why?"