I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Long Weiguo took a bite of the egg and asked again, "Did you pay it?"

"It was already delivered to the training team's duty room this morning."

"That's good."

Long Weiguo looked very satisfied.

"Keeping your word is the attitude a teacher should have."

Zhao Yuanchao picked up the bowl of porridge, lowered his head, and took a sip.

He doesn't want to discuss the examination right now.

I don't want to discuss attitudes either.

The 15,000 words have been written.

This matter should theoretically be over.

Whether he actually went or not depends on when he can see Zhao Yihang alone.

A loving father and a filial son.

Of course, the father would first kindly inquire about the situation, and then dutifully help his son stretch his muscles and bones.

Thinking of this, some of the weariness in Zhao Yuanchao's eyes dissipated.

Instead, there is an extremely profound fatherly love.

Li Cuicui, who was sitting opposite, happened to see it.

A chill ran through him for no apparent reason.

Zhao Long also noticed that Zhao Yuanchao's gaze was off, and lowered his voice to say, "The division commander seems to have remembered something."

Li Cuicui answered softly, "What else can I remember?"

"He wrote a self-criticism all night."

"Who is the person you most want to see right now?"

Zhao Long thought for a moment.

"Zhao Yihang".

"right."

"Then let's move away from each other."

That makes sense.

The two of them moved their chairs to the side in perfect unison.

Although the noise wasn't loud, Zhao Yuanchao still heard it.

He looked up at the two of them.

"What are you moving?"

Li Cuicui immediately sat up straight.

"Report, please give me some space."

"What space should we leave?"

"To make it easier for you to move your right hand."

Zhao Yuanchao glanced at his aching wrist.

"How dare you mention my right hand?"

Li Cuicui quickly lowered her head and ate her food.

Zhao Yuanchao already gave them a good scolding last night.

If we continue this discussion today, and the anger shifts to them, the division commander will have to talk to them before the army commander even starts "discussing" anything.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Long Weiguo, however, seemed completely unaware.

After finishing his egg, he picked up a towel to wipe his hands and suddenly turned to look at the guard standing not far away.

"Call the training team."

The guards immediately stepped forward.

Long Weiguo said, "Have Wu Hanfeng and Zhao Yihang come over here."

These words were spoken.

Zhao Yuanchao's action of picking up a steamed bun stopped abruptly.

Wang Gang raised his head.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long also looked at Long Weiguo in unison.

The expressions on their faces were all different.

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes shone with an irrepressible light.

Wang Gang's face wore a smile that suggested he was enjoying the spectacle.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long were taken aback at first, then simultaneously realized—

This is going to be interesting!

The guard asked, "Commander, should we have them come directly over?"

"right."

Long Weiguo pointed to the breakfast on the table.

"Call them over for breakfast."

"Just say that yesterday they adhered to principles, were upright and incorruptible, and were not afraid of powerful figures. They did a good job."

"Consider today's breakfast a reward for them."

When Zhao Yuanchao heard the eight words "upright and incorruptible, unafraid of power," his face twitched slightly.

Fearless in the face of power?

Indeed, they are not afraid.

Even his own father, who was a division commander, was almost called a recruit by that brat on the spot.

This is no longer just about defying power.

This is because they get more excited when they see more power!

Li Cuicui asked cautiously, "Commander, is this really a reward for them?"

Long Weiguo glanced at him.

"Otherwise what?"

"It's nothing."

Li Cuicui quickly shook her head.

"They played really well yesterday."

Zhao Long nodded as well.

"Extremely good."

"Thank goodness we didn't sleep well all night."

The last sentence was spoken very softly.

Only Li Cuicui heard it.

He secretly stepped on Zhao Long's foot.

These are things you should keep to yourself.

There's no need to say it out loud.

Long Weiguo seemed to have thought of something and added to the guards, "Tell them to come over as ordinary soldiers."

"Normal attire."

"No wearing military police uniforms."

"No military police equipment allowed."

"Especially Zhao Yihang."

"Explain this sentence clearly."

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes lit up instantly.

His face, which had looked tired from not sleeping all night, suddenly regained its energy.

Not wearing military police uniforms.

Without military police equipment.

I came here as an ordinary soldier.

To others, these words might just be a dress code.

To Zhao Yuanchao, it sounded like a restriction had been lifted.

Yesterday, Zhao Yihang was wearing a military police uniform.

He was holding his identification documents and a notebook.

You are the one being inspected.

Let alone taking action, even saying a few extra words could get you labeled as interfering with duty.

Today is different.

Zhao Yihang was just an ordinary soldier.

And Zhao Yuanchao, besides being a division commander, is also that brat's biological father!

Division commanders must not interfere with the military police on duty.

Can't a father educate his son?

Zhao Yuanchao slowly put down his chopsticks.

My right hand is still sore.

But then he suddenly realized that his left hand wasn't unusable either.

Wang Gang noticed his expression and couldn't help but remind him.

"Old Zhao, the commander said he'd treat them to breakfast."

"I know."

"It's a reward."

"I know that too."

"And that look in your eyes..."

Zhao Yuanchao remained expressionless.

"I'm just happy that young comrades are being rewarded."

Wang Gang glanced at him for two seconds.

"You're frighteningly happy."

Zhao Yuanchao did not answer.

He simply picked up the bowl of porridge and took another sip.

This time, he switched to his left hand.

The movements were incredibly steady.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long exchanged a glance.

Both of them straightened their backs at the same time.

They suddenly realized that staying at the guesthouse this morning might not have been entirely a bad thing.

At least, he could see with his own eyes how Zhao Yihang would face his father, who had spent the whole night writing a self-criticism, after taking off his military police uniform.

This scene is probably even more spectacular than yesterday's group of leaders lying on the grass.

Although the guard found the commander's last sentence, "No military police uniforms allowed," a bit strange, he didn't ask any further questions.

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed the duty room of the training team.