I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Qin Gang sighed resignedly, "Stop reading. Just write."

His handwriting has completely broken free, transforming from regular script to cursive script, and then from cursive script to a kind of pictographic script that only he can understand.

Qin Gang glanced at his handwriting and frowned: "My handwriting now is about the same as the prescription slips you see in the infirmary."

"It's alright, Captain," Liu Zhen comforted him. "Wu Hanfeng is a military policeman, not a doctor. He can't read prescriptions."

Qin Gang: "I meant he couldn't understand my handwriting."

Liu Zhen then realized, "Isn't that perfect? ​​He can't understand it anyway, so he can just write whatever he wants!"

Qin Gang: "You mean... you want me to fool him?"

"It's not about fooling around! It's about making good use of the rules!" Liu Zhen said. "He only said to write a 10,000-word self-criticism, he didn't say the handwriting had to be neat. As long as the word count is high, the attitude is sincere, and the content is profound, is he going to measure the strokes of every single character with a ruler?"

Cao Meng nodded frantically: "Right, right, right! Anyway, he won't count every single word. If we write it sloppily, he won't notice if we miss a few words."

Song Yizhou said, "Based on my observation of Wu Hanfeng, he would most likely count each word carefully. This man is meticulous in his work; since he dared to say ten thousand words, he must have a way to verify it."

The newly ignited flame of hope was extinguished in an instant.

Qin Gang looked down at his notebook, then at his hands—his wrists were so sore he could barely lift them, and his fingers were covered in ink stains.

Qin Gang let out another long sigh, then continued to bury himself in writing.

This scene is as tragic as it gets.

"Oh, it's all written down?"

Wu Hanfeng walked to the lamppost and slowly scanned the faces of the six people.

Finally, it fell on Qin Gang.

Qin Gang looked up at him, then silently lowered his head and continued writing.

He was too ashamed to look this kid in the eye.

Wu Hanfeng didn't seem to mind and strolled slowly around the lamppost.

He walked up behind Cao Meng, glanced down at his notebook, and then let out a meaningful "hmm~".

Cao Meng's back tensed instantly.

"Captain Cao, you misspelled the word 'deeply' in 'deeply realized one's mistakes.' It should be 'deeply', not 'deeply overcome.' The 'overcome' you used is the 'overcome' in 'overcome the enemy and win,' not the 'engraved' in 'engraved in the bone.'"

Cao Meng looked down and saw that he had indeed written it wrong.

His face flushed red, and he quickly grabbed a pen to mark it, but after a couple of marks, he realized something was wrong—marking a line on the check sheet would look like drafting a draft.

How unserious!

"Stop marking it." Wu Hanfeng reached out to stop him. "It'll look even worse if you do. Just treat it as a homophone; the meaning is about the same anyway."

Cao Meng gritted his teeth and put down his pen.

Wu Hanfeng continued walking forward, but stopped behind He Yong.

He Yong shuddered, nearly dropping the pen in his hand.

"Squad Leader He, the spacing between your characters is not right." Wu Hanfeng bent down and looked closer. "Look at this paragraph, the first line has twenty-three characters, the second line only has fifteen characters, and the third line has nineteen characters."

"This isn't writing a self-criticism, it's more like writing a prose poem! What a waste of paper!"

"You haven't learned any of the fine traditions of diligence and thrift that our army has always valued!"

"Who's your squad leader? I'll have to give him a call and have a word with him!"

Upon hearing this, He Yong was furious but dared not speak out.

I had no choice but to adjust the spacing between the characters—but because I was so nervous, the next character was written crookedly, and the whole line of characters leaned to the right as if I were drunk.

Wu Hanfeng walked up behind Liu Zhen.

Liu Zhen immediately tucked the notebook into his pocket and looked back at him warily.

"Captain Liu, don't be nervous," Wu Hanfeng said with a smile. "I just want to see how far you've gotten."

"What's so interesting about it!" Liu Zhen said, forcing a smile. "I'm writing seriously!"

"Just be serious." Wu Hanfeng didn't force him, but as he passed by him, he glanced at the few crooked lines of writing on his notebook out of the corner of his eye, and then sighed softly.

Liu Zhen felt extremely uncomfortable because of that sigh.

Finally, Wu Hanfeng walked over to Qin Gang, plopped down on the cement platform at the base of the lamppost, stretched out his legs and crossed them, rested his elbows on his knees, and tilted his head to look at Qin Gang's notebook.

Qin Gang instinctively covered his face with his hand, then realized the gesture was too childish, so he moved his hand away and said sternly, "What are you looking at?"

"Captain, I have a question." Wu Hanfeng pointed to a few lines of writing in his notebook, "What style of handwriting is this?"

"What kind of body?"

"So, you created this character yourself, didn't you?" Wu Hanfeng said. "Look, I've been studying this for a while now, and based on the context, I can infer that it means 'to betray the organization's trust'."

"But the 'gu' in your 'gufu' (辜负) is composed of 'gu' (古) on top and 'xin' (辛) on the bottom. When you write it like that, it looks similar to the 'xing' (幸) in 'xingyun' (幸幸).

"If someone saw this, they would think you wrote 'I was fortunate enough to gain the organization's trust'."

Qin Gang looked down at his own words and his lips twitched violently.

"And this part," Wu Hanfeng continued to comment, "'As the brigade leader, I should set an example'—you wrote the character '则' in '以身作则' too much like the character '败' (defeat)."

"Reading it all together, 'You should have failed because of your own actions,' someone who didn't know better would think you were giving yourself a death sentence while writing your self-criticism."

"Enough!" Qin Gang finally snapped, slamming his pen on the notebook. "Wu Hanfeng, what exactly do you want? You're the one who made us write self-criticisms, and now you're the one finding fault with us! Do you want me to rewrite this self-criticism?"

"No, no, no." Wu Hanfeng quickly waved his hand, his smile widening. "Captain, please don't get agitated. I was just passing by."

"After all, I have to supervise the quality of your self-criticisms."

"What if you just throw together a few hundred words and submit them? Should I accept them or not?"

"If I accept it, it would be unfair to my uniform; if I don't, it would seem like I'm heartless."

"Therefore, the best way is to supervise the writing process to ensure that the submitted work meets the required quality standards."

Qin Gang's eyelids twitched.

"By the way, speaking of quality—" Wu Hanfeng stood up, "I want to remind everyone that not a single word can be missing out on the 10,000-word count."

"Don't think you can get away with it by writing bigger or widening the line spacing."

"I'm very particular about being meticulous, so I'll count every single word."

"One word is missing, rewrite it."

A wail erupted from beneath the lamppost.

"Wu Hanfeng!" Liu Zhen couldn't hold back any longer and shouted angrily, "Do you even know what you're doing? You're just a cadet, making the battalion commander and four company commanders squat on the parade ground writing self-criticisms, and you're still here finding fault?"

"Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have a janitor's badge?"

Wu Hanfeng tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked at him very seriously and said, "Yeah! What can you do to me?"