I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Qin Gang, Liu Zhen, Han Song, Du Hong, Song Yizhou, and He Yong also stood not far away watching this scene.

Liu Zhen said with a complicated expression, "It's all right now."

"The entire training battalion knows that the two of them are military police officers."

He Yong exclaimed, "It's more than just knowing."

"I think these students are practically worshipping them now."

Du Hong shook his head.

"It's not meant to be worshipped."

"I'm afraid to get up."

"Didn't you see it?"

"The two of them walked down the corridor, and everyone's collars were straightened, hats were put on properly, and shoelaces were retied."

Song Yizhou laughed and said, "This kind of management efficiency is more effective than emphasizing it in meetings for a week."

Han Song nodded in deep agreement.

"I suggest that in the future, before roll call, we should have the two of them walk around the dormitory building in their disciplinary uniforms."

"There will definitely be no problems with internal affairs and military discipline."

Qin Gang looked at him with a dark expression.

"Are you really not afraid of something going wrong?"

"Today they made a round and left behind the army commander, division commander, and a group of regimental commanders."

"Let's make another round tomorrow. Who are you going to have write the self-criticism for?"

Han Song immediately shut up.

indeed.

These two people cannot be released casually.

We must especially prevent them from being idle.

When Wu Hanfeng has free time, he tends to research new things.

Previously, research focused on how to improve training performance.

As a result, the whole class got dizzy from running around.

After arriving at the training team, I continued my research.

As a result, even the battalion commander and a group of captains and squad leaders fainted.

He wasn't allowed to participate in the 400-meter obstacle course training this time, and feeling he had nothing to do, he put on his military police uniform and went for a walk.

As a result, the leaders at the army, division, and regiment levels worked together until 9 p.m.

At this rate of development, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause if we give him half a day of free time next time?

Liu Zhen looked at Qin Gang.

"Captain, what are the training arrangements for from now on?"

Qin Gang thought for a moment and said:

"As soon as their buttocks recover, they can immediately return to normal training."

"All subjects, not one less."

"We'd rather they be too exhausted to speak on the training field than let them be idle!"

He Yong whispered a reminder: "What if she gets dizzy again?"

Qin Gang's face stiffened.

This is indeed a problem.

Training Wu Hanfeng makes him prone to dizziness.

If Wu Hanfeng is not allowed to train, someone might write a 10,000-word article about it.

One that affects the body.

One that influences leadership.

Both ends are dangerous.

Qin Gang gritted his teeth.

"Control the intensity!"

"Send someone to keep an eye on it the whole time!"

"In short, we can't let him get dizzy from running around, nor can we let him be idle!"

Liu Zhen nodded slowly.

"clear."

This may be the most unique training requirement since the training team was established.

We must ensure that trainees practice effectively.

On the other hand, it is also necessary to ensure that trainees do not have extra energy to go out and enforce the law.

The next morning at seven o'clock.

The restaurant at the teachers' guesthouse.

The sunlight outside the window had just crossed the roof of the barracks and fallen on the clean glass windows.

Inside the restaurant, steaming soy milk was being served.

Steamed buns, mantou, eggs, and several dishes of light side dishes were neatly arranged on the table.

The atmosphere should have been very peaceful.

If you ignore Zhao Yuanchao's bloodshot eyes and his slightly trembling right hand, it is indeed a very normal breakfast.

Long Weiguo sat in the main seat, slowly peeling an egg.

Wang Gang sat next to him, drinking porridge.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long sat upright, their movements as disciplined as two new recruits.

The two of them had been thinking about what Long Weiguo had said since last night: "I have something to discuss with you tomorrow morning."

The army commander didn't say what they were discussing.

The less the army commander said, the less confident they became.

Zhao Long also didn't sleep well.

When the two met in the morning, they noticed each other's dark circles under their eyes but were too embarrassed to ask any questions.

After all, no one is more energetic than anyone else.

But compared to Zhao Yuanchao, their condition was actually quite good.

Zhao Yuanchao really didn't sleep all night.

When he returned to the guesthouse last night, he first finished a few tasks after the meeting, and then sat down at his desk to complete the remaining checks.

At first, he wrote very quickly.

After all, the preceding ten thousand words had already laid out the ideas and understanding.

The remaining content is simply to continue to delve into the root causes of the problem, formulate rectification measures, and express a firm attitude.

But as he wrote further, Zhao Yuanchao realized that he really had nothing left to dig out.

Not wearing a hat.

Roll up your sleeves.

The two socks are slightly different shades of color.

They even tried to plead with Wu Hanfeng on their behalf.

The preceding ten thousand words have already analyzed these issues from military appearance and discipline to ideology and work style, and from ideology and work style to leadership responsibility.

Continuing his analysis, he almost elevated that pair of socks to the level of military construction.

He stared at the word "socks" for a long time, only one thought remaining in his mind—

I'm going to throw away all those dark-colored socks I own tomorrow!

From now on, I will only buy from the same batch, the same color, and the same model!

The left and right feet need to be numbered in advance!

Anyone who dares to put socks from different batches together again will be made to write a 15,000-word report on household chores rectification!

He finally finished the rest of the content at 4:47 a.m.

Zhao Yuanchao counted twice himself.

15,023 characters.

There are twenty-three extra characters.

He originally wanted to cross it out.

After thinking about it, I decided against it.

Yesterday, Zhao Yihang even scrutinized the punctuation marks.

If crossing it out affects the integrity of the sentence and it gets returned for revision, those twenty-three characters might be expanded into two thousand three hundred characters.

At 5:20 a.m., he had someone deliver the inspection to the training team's duty room.

After doing all this, he slept for less than an hour.

So at this moment, Zhao Yuanchao sat at the dining table. Although his military uniform was still neat and his back was still straight, the fatigue and murderous intent in his eyes could not be hidden.

Especially his right hand.

After holding a fountain pen all night, three of my fingers were sore and numb.

Now even holding chopsticks makes my hands tremble slightly.

Zhao Yuanchao tried picking up the pickled vegetables twice.

The first time, the pickled vegetables slid down between the chopsticks.

The second time, he finally managed to pick it up, but before he could even bring it to his mouth, his right hand trembled again.

The pickled vegetables fell precisely into the porridge bowl.

Wang Gang glanced at it.

"What happened to your hand?"

Zhao Yuanchao remained expressionless.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Gang nodded.

"Was it written as a self-criticism?"

"If you want to laugh, just laugh."

I didn't laugh.

Wang Gang's lips, however, were noticeably upturned.

"I just think that yesterday's punishment was indeed very educational."

"The way you hold chopsticks now is more stable than a new recruit's first time practicing rifle stance."

Zhao Yuanchao glared at him.

"You call this stable?"

Wang Gang said, "At least you've been trying to aim."

Just as Zhao Yuanchao was about to retort, Long Weiguo had already raised his head.

"Have you finished writing the self-criticism?"

Zhao Yuanchao took a deep breath.

"Finished writing."

"How many words?"

"15,023."

"When did you finish writing it?"

"4:47 a.m.

Long Weiguo nodded.

"Good attitude."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanchao's eyelids twitched violently.

Zhao Yihang said the same thing yesterday.

The father and son were both punished.

One compliment.

It doesn't sound like anything good.