I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Wu Hanfeng sat down not far away with his lunchbox in his hand.

Seeing this, he finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Zhao Yihang turned his head after hearing this.

"Brother Feng, what are you laughing at?"

Wu Hanfeng immediately stopped smiling.

"It's nothing."

"I just feel that today's meal was quite meaningful."

"What's the point?"

"When leaders come to inspect the training team, the officers accompany them to the canteen for a meal."

Wu Hanfeng scanned the area.

"Today, the leadership team sat on the training ground, writing self-criticisms while eating boxed lunches."

"Get close to the grassroots."

"Experience life."

"It can also improve writing skills."

"A win-win situation."

Qin Gang stood to the side, his eyelids twitching as he listened.

A win-win situation?

Whoever wants this "good thing" can take it.

Anyway, he just finished writing 20,000 words and never wants to improve his writing skills again in his life.

During the meal, the atmosphere on the training field gradually became strange.

The military and division leaders sat together.

Someone was carrying a lunchbox.

Some people are drinking soup.

Someone was holding a steamed bun in one hand while using the other to stretch their aching wrist.

Several cooks stood beside the food cart, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

But out of the corner of my eye, I was observing those thick stacks of examination papers.

This was the first time in all their years of cooking that they had delivered lunch to the site where the leaders were writing their self-criticisms.

While eating, Li Cuicui whispered to Zhao Long, "If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have preferred to let that snake bite me."

Zhao Long turned to look at him.

"Are you crazy?"

"If you get bitten, you can go to the medical team."

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

Zhao Long thought about it carefully.

"What if it's a poisonous snake?"

"At least then you won't have to write a self-criticism."

"You might need another injection."

Li Cuicui's body stiffened.

"never mind."

"Let's write it."

Zhao Yihang's voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"Do not whisper to each other during meals."

Both of them straightened their backs at the same time.

"yes!"

Zhao Yihang looked at them.

"Also, Comrade Li Cuicui."

"arrive!"

"There are still bits of grass on your trouser legs."

"Clean up after the meal."

Li Cuicui glanced down.

"clear."

"Comrade Zhao Long."

"arrive!"

"There are obvious mud marks on your knees."

"Clean up after meals."

"yes!"

After Zhao Yihang finished speaking, he turned and left.

The two watched him walk away, neither daring to speak again.

Even their actions of looking down while eating have become much more proper.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanchao finally felt a little relieved.

well.

We can't just focus on ourselves.

Since Li Cuicui and Zhao Long have come, they should also receive the same treatment.

However, his good mood did not last long.

After making his rounds, Zhao Yihang returned to Zhao Yuanchao's side.

He glanced down at the lunchbox.

"Comrade Zhao Yuanchao."

Zhao Yuanchao's hand holding the chopsticks froze.

"What's wrong now?"

"When you were picking up food just now, a drop of soup fell on your pants."

Zhao Yuanchao lowered his head.

There was indeed a small oil spot near the knee of my military trousers.

So small that it's impossible to notice unless you look closely.

"Is spilling a drop of soup while eating a problem?"

"Clean up after the meal."

"I know!"

Please don't be impatient.

"I'm not impatient!"

"Your volume is noticeably higher."

"..."

"My emotions also fluctuated."

Zhao Yuanchao suddenly shut his mouth.

He was afraid that if he said another word, Zhao Yihang would pick up the notebook again.

More than an hour later.

Next to the 400-meter obstacle course, the line of people writing self-criticisms has expanded from a small group to a fairly large "writing training area".

Long Weiguo remained seated on the stone stool.

Zhao Yuanchao sat on the grass.

Several military and division leaders were either sitting cross-legged, squatting, or even lying on their briefcases, writing furiously.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long sat at the back of the line.

A thick stack of letters lay in front of the two of them.

There was also an empty lunchbox next to it.

A gust of wind blew, and the paper rustled.

The first reaction of everyone was not to adjust their military caps, but to quickly reach out and press them down for inspection.

Because if it gets blown away by the wind, not only will you have to rewrite it, but Zhao Yihang might also add a charge of "improper storage of inspection materials".

Nobody wants to add more work on top of 10,000 words.

Under the shade of the trees on the other side.

Wu Hanfeng and Zhao Yihang sat on the grass to rest.

Zhao Yihang appeared calm on the surface, but would occasionally glance at the writing area.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that the corners of his mouth are always slightly upturned.

That joy was simply impossible to contain.

After glancing at Zhao Yuanchao, who was sitting on the grass writing a self-criticism, Zhao Yihang finally couldn't resist and quietly moved closer to Wu Hanfeng.

"Brother Feng."

"Um?"

"Today was so awesome."

"I've waited so many years for this day!"

"Back home, if I didn't fold my pants properly, he could talk about everything from my living habits to my military discipline."

"I put my shoes a little crooked, and he made me put them back in place ten times."

"Once when I was on vacation and came home, I woke up five minutes late in the morning, and he made me run three kilometers around the neighborhood."

"It's finally his turn!"

Zhao Yihang became more and more excited as he spoke.

"He wasn't wearing his military cap."

"Roll up your sleeves."

"The socks are uneven, one dark and one light."

"He constantly lectures me on paying attention to details, yet he himself has more problems than anyone else!"

Wu Hanfeng glanced at him.

"Keep your voice down."

"rest assured."

Zhao Yihang looked in the direction where his father was.

"He can't hear."

"I'm not afraid he'll hear me."

Wu Hanfeng said slowly, "I'm afraid the body camera will hear me."

Zhao Yihang glanced down at the body camera on his chest, and the smile on his face immediately faded.

"Can I delete this part later?"

What do you think?

"Then consider what I just said as an exchange of law enforcement experiences."

Wu Hanfeng: "..."

Sharing law enforcement experiences?

It was clearly the son who used his position as a police inspector to get revenge for all the years he had been disciplined by his father.

Does changing the name change the nature of the business?

Zhao Yihang coughed lightly.

"Brother Feng, thank you for your cooperation earlier."

"Especially when my dad asks you to plead for him."

"If I don't scold you first, and you actually speak up for him, things will get complicated today."

Wu Hanfeng casually plucked a blade of grass and twirled it twice in his hand.

"No need to thank me."

"You can do whatever you want within the rules."

"As long as you don't break the rules, distort the facts, or deliberately create problems for revenge, I won't interfere."

Zhao Yihang nodded immediately.

"There are absolutely no manufacturing problems."

"The military cap, cuffs, socks, and the private contact with military police are all true."

"I just checked a little more carefully than the others."

Wu Hanfeng glanced at Zhao Yuanchao.

This is hardly just "slightly careful".

When others wrote self-criticisms, Zhao Yihang would go and check on them every half hour.

As Zhao Yuanchao wrote his self-criticism, Zhao Yihang felt compelled to check it every three lines.

The punctuation is incorrect and needs to be corrected.

The sentence is not fluent and needs to be revised.

Typos must be corrected.

Even the phrase "insufficient understanding" prompted Zhao Yihang to ask further questions—

Just how shallow is it?

What others wrote was a self-examination.

Zhao Yuanchao's writing appears to be prepared for publication.

If this continues, everyone else will finish writing by the afternoon.

It's uncertain whether Zhao Yuanchao will be able to make it to breakfast tomorrow.