I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

These words made the atmosphere in the room even more tense.

Social death, a real, utter social death.

During the day, he would stand on the stage and speak righteously about discipline and rules, saying that all prohibited items must be handed over and no one was allowed to use them privately.

As a result, he turned around and hid here in the middle of the night to steal food from the students, and was caught red-handed.

Anyone would feel their face burning.

Liu Zhen reacted the fastest, after all, he was the squad leader, and his ability to adapt to changing situations was top-notch.

He quickly tossed the duck wings back into the bag, wiped his mouth, and instantly put on a stern face, displaying the authority of a company commander:

"Wu Hanfeng? What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Who gave you permission to leave the dormitory? Did you report the lights-out signal?!"

His tactic was to seize the initiative by first pinning the blame on Wu Hanfeng and then changing the subject.

Once you show your strength, most students will be so intimidated that they'll lower their heads and admit their mistakes, and they won't dare to pursue the matter of the snacks.

Cao Meng, who was standing next to him, also realized what was happening. He immediately put on a stern face, swallowed the beef in his mouth, and echoed in a deep voice:

"Exactly! Have they forgotten the rules of the training corps? No one is allowed to leave the dormitory after lights out; wandering around will result in punishment!!"

Wu Hanfeng said, "It's okay, I broke the rules, I accept the punishment."

"But how do you explain that you're eating the food I brought here?"

He Yong, his face flushed slightly, said, "Who ate your food? Which eye of yours saw us eat your food? These were all bought from the service center with money pooled together by several of us! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! Be careful, or I'll report you for defaming the instructor!"

Song Yizhou looked at Wu Hanfeng with a guilty conscience, unsure of how to explain.

They all had the same plan in mind: since the snacks didn't have names on them, they could just deny it.

At worst, I can just go to the service store tomorrow and buy a few packs of the same kind and put them back there, and no one will know.

Could Wu Hanfeng possibly search through the storage room to investigate?

Even if they investigate, they can just say the items were mixed up. After all, the items handed in by the trainees are all piled together, so how can you tell whose they are?

Thinking about this, the group felt a little more at ease.

It's just sneaking a few snacks, no big deal.

As long as he stubbornly refuses to admit it, what can a second-term veteran do to cause trouble?

Upon hearing this, Wu Hanfeng not only didn't get angry, but instead laughed again.

He took two steps forward, walked to the table, and glanced down at the opened bag of braised beef—there was a small five-pointed star that Erniu had casually drawn on the corner of the packaging.

That was Erniu's habit; he would always mark a small area when serving cooked food to acquaintances.

Wu Hanfeng looked up at the group and said, "Oh? So you all bought these yourselves."

"Of course!" He Yong said, sticking out his neck.

Wu Hanfeng nodded: "Alright. If you insist on saying that... then I'll have to transform."

"???"

The four people in the room were stunned at the same time.

Transformation?

Transform into what form?

Liu Zhen frowned, looking utterly bewildered, even almost laughing: "Wu Hanfeng, what nonsense are you spouting? What transformation? Do you think you're Sun Wukong? Trying to turn into a tiger and eat us? Let me tell you, stop playing tricks!"

Cao Meng also looked at Wu Hanfeng warily, wondering to himself: Is this soldier out of his mind? What nonsense is he spouting in the middle of the night? Could he have gone mad from anger? No way, he seems quite shrewd during the day. Why is he reacting so strongly to the squad leader and platoon leader eating a little something from you? You should be happy, shouldn't you?

Song Yizhou's heart skipped a beat.

He always felt that Wu Hanfeng's words were not so simple. What transformation?

Does he really dare to hit the instructor?

No way, he's just a student, how could he dare to hit the team leader? Does that mean he doesn't want to graduate?

The group of people were filled with apprehension, staring intently at Wu Hanfeng.

Wu Hanfeng simply nodded slightly to them: "It's nothing. Enjoy your meal, everyone. Don't choke. Have a pleasant meal."

After saying that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

The door clicked shut softly, leaving the four people in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a long silence, He Yong scratched his head, looking completely bewildered, and said, "This... he's just leaving? What does he mean? He's just letting it go like that?"

"Who knows what he means?" Cao Meng frowned, feeling uneasy. "He just said 'transform,' what does that mean? He can't be going to the captain to report me, can he?"

Liu Zhen pondered and said, "Something's not right. This kid is acting strangely. If it were any other student, they would either be so scared that they would turn around and run away, or they would be angry but dare not speak out and would just slip away with their heads down. Look at him, he's not flustered at all, and he's even smiling and talking to us. He's too calm."

"So what if he's calm? Maybe he's just afraid we'll punish him and he doesn't dare to cause trouble." He Yong curled his lip, not taking it seriously. "I think he's just saying something tough to put on a brave face, but he's actually scared to death inside."

"Impossible." Song Yizhou shook his head. "Have you forgotten what he was like during the day? He wasn't even afraid of Captain Qin, so why would he be afraid of a few words from us? The calmer he is, the more it means he has something to hide. He's probably up to something."

The room fell silent again.

The braised beef that smelled so delicious just a moment ago is now sitting on the table, and nobody wants to touch it.

Liu Zhen rubbed his temples and looked at Song Yizhou: "Yizhou, you have a good memory, remember what we just ate from him."

"Go to the service center first thing tomorrow morning and see if they have the same model. Buy it and replace it. Try to buy the exact same one, so he can't find fault with it."

"The storage room register only recorded the categories, not the quantities. We put it back properly, and he couldn't say anything about it."

"Better safe than sorry. This Wu Hanfeng doesn't seem simple. Let's not let him get caught off guard. It's just a few packets of food; we can just replenish them. It's no big deal."

That's what they said, but the unease in their hearts didn't dissipate.

Wu Hanfeng's line, "I'm about to transform," kept swirling in my mind like a spell.

What form does he want to take?

It can't really be Sun Wukong, can it?

Wu Hanfeng didn't linger and quietly returned to his dormitory.

The dormitory of Class 1 was quiet, with ten people sleeping soundly, their snores rising and falling.

Wu Hanfeng walked to Zhao Yihang's bunk, reached out, and gently patted his face.

"Yihang, wake up."

Zhao Yihang was fast asleep, dreaming that he had won first place in the five-kilometer race. He groggily hummed, turned over, and mumbled, "Stop messing around... just five more minutes... don't blow the whistle, class monitor..."

Wu Hanfeng patted him on the shoulder again: "Get up, time to work."