I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Thirty?!" Zhao Yihang swallowed hard. "Brother Feng, that stuff costs a little over one yuan per kilogram, so thirty yuan is over thirty kilograms. Add to that the backpack itself, which weighs fifteen kilograms, and you're carrying over fifty kilograms?"

"What's wrong?"

"No...nothing." Zhao Yihang gave a dry laugh. "It's just that I think Brother Feng is getting more and more charming."

"What does it taste like?"

"The smell of a wild beast."

Wu Hanfeng laughed, stuffed the last brick into his backpack, zipped it up, lifted the backpack with one hand, and slung it over his shoulder.

Then he stood up, stretched his shoulders, and nodded to Zhao Yihang and the other three: "That's about enough. How much did you carry?"

Zhao Yihang: "Fifteen yuan."

Qian Kun: "I'll pay twelve yuan."

Ma Teng: "I also have fifteen yuan."

Sun Dawei: "I have twenty yuan."

After the four of them finished speaking, they all looked at Hao Qiang, who was still staring blankly next to the pile of bricks.

Hao Qiang stood still, his hands hanging at his sides.

He didn't even try to steal it.

It's not that I didn't want to grab it, it's that I couldn't react in time.

The moment Zhao Yihang rushed out, his first thought was, "Has this guy been cursed by Wu Hanfeng?"

When Qian Kun pounced on him, he felt like he might not be fully awake yet.

When Ma Teng and Sun Dawei joined the fray, Hao Qiang completely gave up thinking.

He stood there, watching the four men scrambling frantically over the pile of bricks, only one thought in his mind: These are fucking red bricks! Not gold bars! What are you guys fighting over for?!

Then he looked down at his backpack.

empty.

The equipment is still there, weighing fifteen kilograms.

Not a single brick was taken.

The peak class is required to carry 25 kilograms, which is 10 bricks short.

He quickly ran to the pile of bricks.

But when he squatted down to take a look, he found that the pile of bricks had been snatched up by Zhao Yihang and his three companions, and all the good, whole bricks had been put into other people's backpacks.

The rest were all broken, missing corners, or cracked from being soaked in water.

Even worse, after searching the entire pile of bricks, he could only find six complete pieces.

Four more are needed.

Hao Qiang held a chipped brick in his hand and looked up in the direction of Wu Hanfeng and his group of five.

He suddenly felt like a student who was late for an exam. By the time he arrived at the exam hall, all the exam papers had been handed out, and the proctor was smiling and asking him: "Would you like some scratch paper?"

"Brother Qiang," Zhao Yihang asked, "how many pieces have you made?"

Hao Qiang opened his mouth: "Six...six yuan."

"Six yuan?" Qian Kun exclaimed in surprise. "How can that be! It needs to be 25 kilograms! You're four yuan short!"

"I know..." Hao Qiang said, on the verge of tears, "but there's no more bricks left in the pile..."

"Not whole ones?" Ma Teng walked over, looked down into the pile of bricks, and said, "Aren't there a few broken pieces here? Broken pieces are usable too, they're just a bit lighter."

"How can you carry it if it's only half full? It'll just swing around in the backpack, and when you run, it'll all hit your waist!"

"That's easy, just wrap it in your raincoat and tie it tightly with your backpack straps." Ma Teng said, then suddenly pulled a brick from his backpack. "Never mind, I'll give you one. I can always go again..."

But when Ma Teng looked back, there wasn't even a decent brick left in the pile.

He scratched his head: "How about... I give you two pieces? I'll reduce my fifteen to thirteen, and round it up for you."

"No, no, no!" Hao Qiang quickly waved his hands, "You carry yours, I'll figure it out myself."

What method is he thinking of?

He has absolutely no idea how to do it!

Just then, Qian Kun suddenly turned around and ran towards Qin Gang.

"Report!"

Qin Gang stood on the high platform, preparing to have someone bring over new bricks.

He had just seen the six "Peak Class" members making a ruckus over the pile of bricks, but he hadn't expected them to fight so fiercely.

Before he could react, he saw Qian Kun run up to him like a puppy whose food had been stolen.

"What's up?"

"Reporting to the captain—no, reporting to the battalion commander!" Qian Kun was a little out of breath from running. "I don't have enough bricks!"

"Not enough bricks?" Qin Gang raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

"I was slow, I only managed to grab twelve yuan!" Qian Kun said, looking aggrieved. "Zhao Yihang and his gang were like bandits, they just went up and robbed me! I'm short-armed and slow, so they took all the good stuff!"

"I only needed fifteen bricks, just three short! The pile of bricks was completely emptied! Not a single one was left for me!"

Qin Gang: "..."

Liu Zhen, standing behind him: "..."

The three company commanders and a group of squad leaders standing by the playground: "..."

silence.

Dead silence.

Qin Gang looked down at the soldier, the same question churning in his mind: What is this kid saying? Did he just complain to me because he didn't get enough bricks?

Seeing that Qin Gang remained silent, Qian Kun hurriedly said, "Captain, it's really not that I'm greedy! Everyone else in our class got more than fifteen yuan!"

"I only managed to grab twelve coins, and I'm three short. If I run back now, Zhao Yihang and the others will laugh at me and call me the fattest kid in the top class. How embarrassing would that be!"

"You said you snatched... twelve yuan, but you actually wanted fifteen yuan?" Qin Gang's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, each word carrying a dreamlike sense of absurdity.

"Yes." Qian Kun looked up, his face full of sincerity.

Qin Gang felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

His fists, which were behind his back, clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

Having served as the captain of the training team for so many years, what kind of trainees haven't I seen?

Whether someone is crying, acting slyly, faking illness, or threatening to jump over the wall, he can handle them all without batting an eye.

But today, he encountered a species he had never seen before—a soldier who came to complain to the captain because he hadn't gotten enough red bricks.

"You..." Qin Gang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, "You mean, you particularly enjoy carrying bricks?"

"Of course!" Qian Kun exclaimed. "Carrying weight! The more the better! The heavier the load, the stronger your bones will be!"

"But Zhao Yihang and the others all got more than fifteen yuan, especially Sun Dawei, who grabbed twenty! Feng Ge, no, Wu Hanfeng, stuffed thirty yuan into his pocket! I didn't even get half a yuan. How am I supposed to survive in the top class like this?!"

Qin Gang: "..."

Liu Zhen, standing behind him, silently rubbed his forehead, feeling that the world was starting to feel unreal.

The students in the regular classes below were completely silent.

But everyone's mind was racing.

Is this person mentally ill?

He felt he was being cheated because he got fewer bricks than his teammates, so he ran to the captain to complain.

Those are red bricks!

Carrying fifteen red bricks is too much!

You should be grateful for twelve yuan, how can you still complain that it's not enough?

"Listen to this, is that even human language?" one of the students whispered from below. "I want to give him two pieces of my equipment."

"I'll give him them all! I don't want to carry any of them!"

"I just want to know, what are the recruitment standards for this elite class? Are they recruiting some kind of... special forces reserve force?"

"Something's wrong with them. They look like a bunch of mentally unstable people."

It took Qin Gang a while to recover from that absurd dizziness.

He looked down at Qian Kun's "I'm so miserable" expression, then looked at Wu Hanfeng in the distance, who was grinning as he zipped up his backpack.

This group of people... are they all sick?

He had experienced Wu Hanfeng's prowess firsthand last night and knew that the guy was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

But unexpectedly, the soldiers led by this smiling tiger were all freaks among freaks, the best of the best attack aircraft, and the best of the best bombers.

Okay, very good.

Since you all like bricks so much, then bring a whole truckload over so you can grab as many as you want! Carry as many as you want! Run around as many as you want!

Qin Gang turned his head and whispered a few words to Liu Zhen. Liu Zhen nodded, turned around, and jogged away.