I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhao Yuanchao pointed to himself.

Look at me.

"I saw it."

"I checked the most words of everyone."

"Yes."

"I want to write 15,000 words!"

"That's right."

"Then what I really need is a suitable writing space?"

Zhao Yihang thought about it carefully.

That makes some sense.

Zhao Yuanchao's expression softened slightly.

This kid hasn't completely lost his conscience after all.

But the next second, Zhao Yihang pointed to a cement curb not far away.

"You can sit there."

Zhao Yuanchao looked in the direction he was pointing.

It was a concrete edge only as wide as a palm.

Don't even mention sitting down to write a self-criticism.

Even a slight shift in position could cause you to slide right into the nearby drainage ditch.

Zhao Yuanchao suddenly turned his head.

"You want me to sit there?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can sit on the grass."

Zhao Yihang said, "You can choose where you write."

"I do not make it mandatory."

Zhao Yuanchao was so angry that his teeth itched.

How democratic that sounds!

Cement edge.

grassland.

pick one of two.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Zhao Yihang had given him a lot of freedom.

"How about I let you have this stone stool?"

Long Weiguo suddenly spoke.

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes lit up.

It has to be the army commander!

When it really matters, the old leader really knows how to care for people.

Since we're acquaintances, there's no need to be too polite.

Besides, if the army commander gave it to him, Zhao Yihang would definitely find another one for the army commander.

But Zhao Yihang immediately shook his head.

"no."

Zhao Yuanchao's smile froze.

Why?

"The army commander is even older."

"Physical protection should be a priority."

"This is something we're allowed to do, not something you're allowed to arrange!"

Zhao Yuanchao glared at him. "Commander Long offered it to me, what's wrong with that?"

Zhao Yihang said sternly, "As a division commander, is it appropriate for you to not care about the health of your superiors but instead accept a seat offered by an older comrade?"

Zhao Yuanchao opened his mouth.

I was stumped again.

Accept it.

This is called disrespecting a senior leader.

You won't accept it.

He could only continue sitting on the grass.

This stone stool looks like a seat, but it's actually another choice Zhao Yihang has placed in front of him.

And neither of the answers is correct!

Long Weiguo finally couldn't help but smile slightly.

Wang Gang sat on the grass, head bowed, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Zhao Yuanchao's face darkened even more when he saw their reactions.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wang Gang immediately looked up.

I didn't laugh.

"Your shoulders are shaking!"

"My posture was uncomfortable when I was writing, so I'm moving around a bit."

Zhao Yuanchao snorted coldly.

"You'd better be."

In the end, he could only find a relatively flat patch of grass to sit down.

To avoid getting his pants dirty, he even put a piece of letter paper underneath.

As soon as I settled down, Zhao Yihang's voice came from beside me.

"Comrade Zhao Yuanchao."

"What's wrong now?"

"Letter paper is for checking one's handwriting."

"It's not a cushion."

Zhao Yuanchao's body stiffened.

"What's wrong with me using one as a pad?"

"waste."

"You took so much!"

"Each one has a purpose."

Zhao Yihang walked over and extended his hand.

"Please remove the letter paper that's underneath."

Zhao Yuanchao was so angry that his face turned pale.

"My pants will get dirty!"

"There is no standing water on the grass."

"There was only a small amount of dust and grass clippings."

"We can clean it up when we get back."

"you……"

Please do not waste paper.

Zhao Yuanchao stared at him for a few seconds.

In the end, he could only lift his buttocks and pull out the letter.

When I sat down again, my pants were touching the grass directly.

His face was darker than the dirt beneath his buttocks.

In the training team, Qian Kun and the others were dumbfounded.

Ma Teng whispered, "Why is Zhao Yihang staring at the division commander?"

Sun Dawei shook his head.

"have no idea."

"The teachers and staff probably have the most problems."

Qian Kun said, "Even army commanders have stone stools, but division commanders have even had their toilet paper taken away."

"It seems Yihang is truly seeking revenge!"

The leaders began writing one after another.

At first, you could hear the sound of papers turning and the occasional movement of bodies on the training field.

A few minutes later, everyone gradually quieted down.

The army commander is writing.

The teacher is writing.

The political commissar is writing.

Leaders at the military and divisional levels are also writing.

Beside the 400-meter obstacle course, only the scratching sound of pens scribbling across paper could be heard for a moment.

The trainees in the training team stood not far away, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Normally, when they write self-criticisms, their superiors supervise them.

Today it's completely the other way around.

The leadership team wrote a self-criticism.

They stood by and watched.

Even the army commander sat on a stone stool, writing each stroke very carefully.

This scene is so spectacular that it's a once-in-a-century event.

Even if you tell people, they might not believe you.

To prevent the trainees from continuing to gather around, Qin Gang had no choice but to give the order with a stern face.

"All groups, continue training!"

"Don't look!"

"Anyone who whispers again will have to do extra practice after training!"

At the command, the trainees all turned around.

Although he turned his body back, his peripheral vision remained fixed on the leader's writing area.

They glanced at it as they climbed over the high wall.

Take a look when crossing the log bridge.

After crossing the finish line, panting heavily, he still looked back one last time.

no way.

This kind of excitement, if you miss it once, you may never see it again in your life.

Wu Hanfeng stood next to Zhao Yihang, responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

After watching for a few minutes, he quickly discovered a problem.

Zhao Yihang basically left the others to their own devices.

He rarely bothered them unless they were whispering or had someone else write for them.

It doesn't matter how much the army commander wrote.

He didn't even ask how well the political commissar wrote it.

A government official was lying on the grass, writing profusely, when Zhao Yihang glanced at him to make sure he wasn't slacking off, and then continued his inspection.

But the situation was completely different with Zhao Yuanchao.

Zhao Yihang walked over as soon as Zhao Yuanchao finished writing the title.

"stop."

Zhao Yuanchao looked up.

"What's wrong now?"

Zhao Yihang pointed to the letter.

"Title is not in accordance with regulations."

Zhao Yuanchao glanced down.

What he wrote was—

an examination.

Two words.

simple.

clear.

It's easy to understand at a glance.

"Where are the irregularities?"

"The content is too general."

Zhao Yihang said, "It should be specified what problem is being investigated."

"It is recommended to revise it to 'A Profound Self-Examination Regarding My Inadequate Military Appearance and Discipline'."

Zhao Yuanchao glared at him.

Does the title count towards the word count?

"Calculate."

"Wouldn't it be to my advantage if I wrote a few more words?"

"Having enough words does not mean the content is acceptable."

Zhao Yihang said, "Standardizing headlines is a matter of attitude."

Zhao Yuanchao gritted his teeth and could only cross out the word "inspection" and rewrite a long title.

I had just finished writing the first paragraph when Zhao Yihang came again.

"There's a problem here."

Zhao Yuanchao's hand gripping the pen tightened suddenly.

"What's the problem?"

Zhao Yihang pointed to one of the sentences.

"You wrote, 'Because of the hot weather, I rolled up my sleeves.'"

This statement emphasizes the objective reasons.

"It's suspected of shirking responsibility."

"The weather is already hot!"

Zhao Yuanchao couldn't help but say, "I'm just stating the facts."

"Why didn't the rank-and-file trainees roll up their sleeves on the training field?"

"..."

"The weather is the same for everyone."

"If they can comply, why can't you?"

Zhao Yuanchao took a deep breath.

"Then how do you suggest we write it?"

"It should be written as, 'Due to my laxity in thinking, I lowered my standards for military appearance and discipline and rolled up my sleeves without authorization.'"

"Clearly state the subjective reasons."

Zhao Yuanchao gritted his teeth, crossed out the sentence he had just written, and rewrote it.

Zhao Yihang nodded in satisfaction.

"continue."