I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhao Yihang distributed the prepared paper and pens to everyone.

The whole process was well-organized.

If you ignore the fact that they are receiving inspection slips, the scene looks even like a training team distributing learning materials.

Two of the younger officers from the division headquarters hesitated for a long time before finally choosing to be punished by squatting.

They felt that although two hours was not a short time, it was easier than writing a 10,000-word inspection.

If I were to write 10,000 words seriously, I don't know when I would finish.

The squatting posture only requires gritting your teeth and persevering.

So the two of them walked to the open space on the right and squatted down as instructed.

At first, the two of them seemed quite relaxed.

In less than a minute, my thighs started to feel a little sore.

Three minutes later, my lower back started to stiffen.

Five minutes later, one of them began to tremble slightly in his legs.

He glanced at the cadre sitting on the grass next to him writing a self-criticism, and his expression gradually changed.

Others are just tired from their hands.

Why does he want to exhaust his entire body at once?

The cadre asked in a low voice, "Inspector Zhao, is it too late to change it to writing a self-criticism now?"

Zhao Yihang nodded.

"Can."

The man's eyes lit up, and he was about to stand up when Zhao Yihang added, "The five minutes just now will not be counted towards the inspection deduction."

"Still 10,000 words."

The official: "..."

He had originally thought that since he had been squatting for five minutes, he could at least write a few hundred fewer words.

I didn't expect there wouldn't be any discounts at all!

If you continue squatting, you may lose feeling in your legs.

Rewrite the self-criticism; those five minutes of squatting were for nothing.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and stood up.

"I'll write it anyway."

Another cadre who had chosen to squat saw his comrade betray him and his expression immediately changed.

"Are you giving up?"

"I'm not going to persist anymore."

"Didn't we agree to squat together?"

"After careful consideration, I feel that written reflections suit me better."

"What will I do if you leave?"

"You can continue."

After the cadre finished speaking, he took his paper and pen and joined the writing group without turning his head.

The remaining person squatted alone in the open space on the right.

Ahead was a group of leaders writing self-criticisms.

Behind them were hundreds of students secretly watching.

He was all alone, squatting there by himself.

The scene looked utterly desolate.

He held on for another half minute before finally giving up.

"Inspector Zhao!"

"arrive!"

"I also choose to write a self-criticism."

Zhao Yihang pointed to the remaining paper and pens.

"Claim it yourself."

"yes!"

The official immediately stood up.

As a result, I squatted for a while, and my legs went numb. When I stood up, my body swayed suddenly.

Fortunately, someone nearby caught him, preventing him from falling to the ground.

At this point, the squatting punishment option was officially ignored.

Everyone chose to write a self-criticism.

This also means that a group of military and division leaders must complete a written reflection of more than 10,000 words on the spot at the training ground of the training team.

Problems soon arose again.

There are no tables and chairs on the training field.

Thus, a strikingly contrasting scene soon appeared next to the 400-meter obstacle course.

Several leaders sat on the grass, writing with letters placed on their knees.

Someone found a plank, sat cross-legged on the grass, and placed the plank on their lap.

Two other people, unable to find a suitable spot, simply lay down on the grass, placed their briefcases in front of them, and buried themselves in writing furiously.

The two officials who were just punished by squatting had to squat on the ground to write because they couldn't get a chair.

From a distance, they looked almost exactly the same as when they were being punished by squatting.

He just had an extra pen in his hand.

Their legs are tired now.

My hands get tired too.

Long Weiguo stood still, looked around, and finally walked to a relatively flat stone block at the edge of the training field.

That stone block was originally used to weigh down the edges of the equipment.

The height is suitable, and the surface is fairly flat.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yihang immediately went over.

He first reached out and touched the surface of the stone pier.

I noticed a thin layer of dust on it, so I took out a tissue from my pocket and quickly wiped it a few times.

He then moved the stone block to the shade of the tree.

"Commander, please sit here and write."

Long Weiguo glanced at him.

"You're even going to prepare a seat for me?"

"You are old."

Zhao Yihang said, "Sitting on the ground for a long time is bad for your back and knees."

"The height of the stone pier is appropriate."

"There are no obvious sharp edges on it."

"You can place the letter paper on the folder to write on."

Long Weiguo nodded.

"That's quite thoughtful."

"Of course."

Zhao Yihang answered.

Long Weiguo sat down on the stone stool, placed the folder on his lap, and quickly began to write.

This scene nearly made Zhao Yuanchao furious.

He stood there, clutching his thickest stack of letters, looking at the stone stool beneath Long Weiguo's bottom, then at Zhao Yihang beside him.

"What about mine?"

Zhao Yihang turned his head.

"What?"

"Stone Dune!"

Zhao Yuanchao pointed at Long Weiguo: "You gave the army commander a piece, why didn't you give me one too?"

Zhao Yihang looked around.

"there is none left."

Zhao Yuanchao stared wide-eyed.

"Such a big training ground, and there's only one?"

"This is the only area suitable for writing at the moment."

"You can look again!"

"Why are you looking for it?"

Zhao Yihang retorted, "Everyone else can sit on the grass, why do you have to sit on the stone stool?"

Zhao Yuanchao choked.

"Hasn't the commander taken his seat?"

"The army commander is older than you."

"The lower back and knees need more protection."

Zhao Yuanchao's face darkened.

"I'm not young anymore!"

Zhao Yihang looked him up and down.

"You walked from the division headquarters to the training camp without showing any signs of exhaustion."

"This indicates that your physical condition is good."

"Writing a self-criticism while sitting on the grass won't have any significant impact on you."

Zhao Yuanchao gritted his teeth and said, "How do you know you can't?"

"Should I have the medical team come and inspect?"

"..."

"If you do have a problem with your lumbar spine or knee, you can submit a diagnosis certificate."

"After confirming, I will adjust your writing posture."

Zhao Yuanchao: "..."

Several cadres who were writing self-criticisms nearby almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

Submit a medical certificate?

Zhao Yuanchao just wanted a stone pier.

How come after just three sentences, even the medical team wants to come and give him a physical examination?

Zhao Yuanchao gripped the letter tightly in anger.

He only has one question on his mind right now.

Who exactly is Zhao Yihang's biological father?

There isn't even a stone pillar here.

Without Long Weiguo saying a word, Zhao Yihang took the initiative to clean him up and moved him to the shade of a tree.

Not only are there seats available.

It also provides shade.

Why is there such a big difference in treatment between leaders who are both being investigated?