I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

A few minutes later.

Wu Hanfeng and Zhao Yihang walked out of the dormitory building and got into the car that had come to pick them up.

Both of them were wearing normal training clothes.

His collar was neat, his belt was fastened, and his hat was worn properly.

From the perspective of military appearance and discipline, there is nothing wrong with it.

However, the two were in vastly different mental states.

Wu Hanfeng leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.

Zhao Yihang sat next to him, his hands on his knees, his back ramrod straight, but his expression was as if he had just received a notification of a dangerous mission.

After starting the vehicle, he looked down and checked his cuffs again.

Then I looked at the shoelaces.

Finally, he touched his collar.

Wu Hanfeng couldn't help but say, "You've checked it four times already."

"No problem."

Zhao Yihang said, "I'm not afraid of problems."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid even if there's no problem, I'll still get beaten up."

Wu Hanfeng nodded.

"The judgment was very accurate."

Zhao Yihang: "..."

He turned his head and looked through the car window at the training team's dormitory building that was gradually disappearing into the distance.

Those two sets of military police uniforms are in the cabinet upstairs.

Yesterday, wearing that uniform, he faced the army commander, division commander, division political commissar, and a host of other leaders, exuding an imposing aura.

Today, he went to the guesthouse for breakfast in his training clothes, but felt that danger lay ahead.

The same road within the camp.

Yesterday, we followed the path of performing our duties in accordance with the law.

Today we are on the path of family education.

Zhao Yihang took a deep breath.

"Brother Feng."

"Um?"

"Don't wander off later."

Wu Hanfeng glanced at him.

"Why would I run around just to have breakfast?"

"Promise me."

"It depends."

"Don't look at the situation!"

Zhao Yihang immediately grabbed his arm.

"You sit right next to me."

"As long as you don't leave, my dad will still have to consider the impact to some extent."

Wu Hanfeng looked down at his hands.

"Relax."

"Not loose."

"I didn't ask you to help me write my previous 5,000-word self-criticism."

"Are you still going to make me take the beating for you today?"

Zhao Yihang quickly explained, "I didn't mean for you to get beaten up!"

"It's to let you play a role."

"What is its purpose?"

"buffer."

Wu Hanfeng was silent for a moment, then said, "Do you think I'm a crash pad?"

Zhao Yihang: "..."

………………

The vehicle quickly drove into the courtyard of the guesthouse.

When Zhao Yihang got out of the car, his pace slowed down noticeably.

Wu Hanfeng had already walked a few meters away, but when he looked back, he saw that Wu Hanfeng was still standing next to the car door.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Yihang looked down and said, "The shoelaces seem a little loose."

Wu Hanfeng glanced at it.

"If you keep tying them, your shoes will be unable to breathe."

Zhao Yihang could only straighten up and follow.

Security guards were already waiting at the restaurant entrance.

Upon seeing the two, he stepped forward and greeted them, "The commander and the others are in the private room."

"Come with me."

When Zhao Yihang heard the words "private room," his heart sank even further.

It's not the lobby.

It's not a place where people come and go, where dozens of eyes can see you.

It's a private room!

Once the door is closed, no one outside will know what's happening inside.

He glanced at Wu Hanfeng discreetly.

Wu Hanfeng, however, was looking at the breakfast in the restaurant.

"There are meat buns."

"And fried dough sticks."

"The soy milk smells good too."

Looking at his relaxed appearance, Zhao Yihang suddenly felt a strong sense of imbalance.

He was also called in for breakfast by the army commander.

Wu Hanfeng came to the cafeteria.

He came to the execution ground.

The guard pushed open the door to the private room.

"Reporting to the commander, Wu Hanfeng and Zhao Yihang have arrived."

The two immediately stood up straight.

"Greetings, sir!"

Inside the private room, Long Weiguo sat in the main seat.

Zhao Yuanchao and Wang Gang sat on either side.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long were also there.

Several baskets of steamed buns, fried dough sticks, eggs, congee, and side dishes were laid out on the table.

Breakfast wasn't luxurious, but it was plentiful.

Long Weiguo looked up, smiled, and waved.

"You're here?"

"Please sit down."

"We're all family here, don't just stand there."

Wu Hanfeng replied politely as always, "Thank you, sir."

Zhao Yihang's gaze first fell on his own father's face.

Zhao Yuanchao did not smile.

His eyes were still bloodshot from not sleeping all night.

His right hand rested on the edge of the table, and three fingers moved occasionally.

Clearly, the more than three thousand words written last night were very insightful.

Even now, my fingers are still struggling with their own thoughts.

The father and son's eyes met.

Zhao Yihang immediately looked away.

Long Weiguo saw it all, but didn't say anything.

"I called you all over today mainly to have breakfast together."

"Yesterday you adhered to the principles and did not relax the standards just because the person being inspected held a high position, which is commendable."

"However, our working methods can be improved."

Wu Hanfeng nodded.

"Yes."

Zhao Yihang quickly replied, "I will definitely pay attention."

Long Weiguo pointed to the empty seat.

"Please sit down."

"We're all family, so there's no need to be reserved."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yihang felt much more at ease.

They're all on our side.

Uncle Long is here.

Political Commissar Wang is here.

Commander Li and Political Commissar Zhao were also present.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Yuanchao wouldn't actually pull out his belt, would he?

Thinking of this, he finally relaxed a little and sat down next to Wu Hanfeng.

Wu Hanfeng picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip.

Then he picked up a meat bun.

One bite, and the aroma of meat fills the air.

His eyes lit up slightly.

"It tastes really good."

Li Cuicui glanced at him.

At a time like this, you're still thinking about steamed buns?

But then he thought about it again and felt relieved.

It's not Wu Hanfeng who might get beaten up today.

Of course, the kid enjoyed his meal.

Zhao Yihang did not pick up his chopsticks immediately.

He took the teapot, poured a cup of tea, held it with both hands, and walked up to Long Weiguo.

"Uncle Long."

That call was extremely affectionate.

Long Weiguo looked up with a smile.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yihang's face was full of sincerity.

"I spoke a bit harshly at work yesterday."

"Especially in front of so many people, making you stand by the training field to undergo inspection was indeed not a gentle approach."

I apologize to you.

Please don't hold it against me.

As he spoke, he handed over the teacup.