I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

At this moment, Chen Zhiyuan was holding his chipped thermos, drinking tea while discussing the upcoming training plan with Zhou Haibo and Liu Yang.

Zhou Haibo: "Company commander, the basic drills are good enough. From now on, just reinforce them every day."

"Let's add extra training for the 400-meter hurdles next week."

Chen Zhiyuan looked at the training progress chart on his desk and took a sip of tea.

He slowly began to speak, "We're making pretty good progress right now, the 400-meter obstacle course isn't urgent."

"The physical fitness of this batch of recruits is quite varied, some are good and some are bad. Let's train them for another week."

"Let's make sure everyone has a solid foundation first."

"If you go straight to the 400-meter obstacle course, those with poor physical fitness might get injured."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and the office door was kicked open.

The communications officer, Xiao Ma, steadied himself by holding onto the doorframe and gasped, "Report...report!"

"Company commander, there are... there are military police coming, two of them!"

"Looks like they've come looking for someone."

Looking for someone?!

picket?!

Chen Zhiyuan, Zhou Haibo, and Liu Yang were stunned for a moment, and then the same name popped into their minds at the same time—Wu Hanfeng!

"Dang!"

Chen Zhiyuan angrily slammed the thermos cup onto the desk, splashing water out.

He yelled, "I knew it! That bastard Wu Hanfeng will never give anyone a moment's peace!"

"You've only been back a few days?! The disciplinary committee is already knocking on the door!"

"Damn it, this kid not only caused trouble, but he also brought it home!"

He cursed for a while, then took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He continued, "Let's go see what's going on."

Zhou Haibo followed behind Chen Zhiyuan, cursing and swearing.

"We can't take on Wu Hanfeng, but you wouldn't listen, Company Commander. Now look what's happened."

"Now look what's happened. The inspectors have come knocking. Even if it was a small matter, it's become a big deal now."

"The time before last, when he enlisted for the second time, he ordered takeout in the middle of the night, and they threw it in from the corner of the wall, which is why the military police caught him."

"It made me write a 3,000-word self-criticism! 3,000 words!"

At this moment, Liu Yang cautiously whispered in Zhou Haibo's ear, "Squad leader, it seems like you were the one who sent him that time, and you were one of the masterminds..."

"I am the Lord... Screw you, I'm not like this bastard."

"Besides, do you think he'll just go because I tell him to? Is he more obedient than my son?!"

"It's obvious that he really wants to go!"

Liu Yang: "..."

Class 1 dormitory.

"Three to one!"

"I'll go with it, seven!"

"Pair of eight!"

Wu Hanfeng shouted as he slammed the cards heavily onto the ground.

The force was so great that the cards in the pile below were sent flying and landed right on top of his cards.

Zhao Yihang looked at the pair of eights in his hand, then glanced at the eight at the bottom of the deck.

There are a lot of eights in this deck of cards.

"Brother Feng, are you sure you picked the right eight?"

Wu Hanfeng feigned impatience and said, "Nonsense."

"Nobody's following me anymore, right? They're not going to spend with me."

Helpless, Zhao Yihang had no choice but to rummage through the pile of cards and pull out the pair of sixes that Wu Hanfeng had thrown out.

"Brother Feng, you're right, aren't you?"

Wu Hanfeng looked down and said casually, "Look at you."

"If you say it's a pair of sixes, then it's a pair of sixes. Let's continue, let's continue."

Zhao Yihang was speechless. "Brother Feng, what do you mean by saying I'm talking about a pair of sixes? Fine, then so be it."

"You played a pair of sixes, not what I said."

Wu Hanfeng: "If you didn't say it, then did I?"

"I meant eight."

"Look at you, your card skills...tsk tsk tsk... your card etiquette is terrible too."

"Let's start over."

Zhao Yihang: "Brother Feng, we've already started this hand three times, are we going to start it again?"

Wu Hanfeng reached out and patted Zhao Yihang on the shoulder, "Alright, that's enough."

"Look at you, your sportsmanship is terrible, you even get angry when you lose."

As he spoke, he threw the cards in his hand into the deck.

Zhao Yihang opened his mouth, but couldn't express his bitterness.

Who has bad sportsmanship? Who gets angry when they lose?

How dare someone who treats a six as an eight-way beating others criticize them?!

Qian Kun silently gathered the cards on the ground and began shuffling them.

He has given up on reasoning with Wu Hanfeng.

A person with good manners can't win an argument with someone who doesn't.

"Thump~ thump~"

Just then, there were two soft knocks on the door.

Zhao Yihang looked in the direction of the sound, his pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately stood up nervously.

Because there were two military police officers wearing white helmets standing at the entrance.

A soldier with the rank of first-term sergeant stood in front, his expression normal.

Another person, wearing the rank of private, was carrying something and had a wronged and nervous expression on his face.

It was obvious that this was a platoon leader calling his squad leader over.

Seeing Zhao Yihang's expression, Wu Hanfeng complained, "What are you doing?"

"You don't have to react like this when I say you have bad sportsmanship."

Qian Kun also saw the police officer, and the playing cards in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Brother Feng... Inspector..."

Wu Hanfeng turned his head and looked towards the door.

Seeing He Dong's familiar face, he chuckled and greeted him, "You're here?"

"Is the food at the government office good?"

Zhao Yihang: !!!

Qian Kun: !!!

Brother Feng actually guessed it—the police would be coming?!

How come he's not worried at all? He even asked if the food was good!

Wu Hanfeng continued, "I heard you went to the medical team this afternoon?"

"The medical team is great."

"Military doctors are highly skilled and can cure diseases with their medicine. With just one injection, even a person in a vegetative state can be brought back to life."

Upon hearing this, He Dong recalled his experience in the medical team, and his buttocks began to ache slightly.

Thinking back to that injection in my butt this afternoon still makes my palms sweat.

The gleaming needle, in the medic's hand, seemed to be coated with deadly poison.

Even tough guys can scream when they get stabbed.

Wu Hanfeng's words stirred up He Dong's memories, as if giving him another injection in the spot where he had been pricked in the buttocks.

A sharp, stinging pain started in his buttocks and spread, making him shiver involuntarily.

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun were stunned when they saw the deep change in He Dong's expression.

The two of them, with their tiny brains of only 1kb, were working at lightning speed, trying to figure out what was going on.

When the disciplinary officer and the squad leader came to his door, Feng was neither afraid, nervous, nor worried.

Instead, they're concerned about how the food is?

He just asked one question, "Go to the medical unit?" and that scared the private military police officer.

This...this...

It's outrageous, utterly outrageous, something they can't possibly understand.