I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

He dodged as he ran toward the door.

Zhao Yuanchao was prepared and stood directly in front of the door.

Zhao Yihang suddenly stopped.

The father and son stood two steps apart, facing each other.

Zhao Yuanchao gripped the belt.

Zhao Yihang looked at the belt.

A moment later, Zhao Yihang subconsciously straightened his chest and raised his head.

Stand with your feet together.

Stand straight.

Zhao Yuanchao was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Yihang himself realized what was happening.

There were too many tests done yesterday.

When he saw someone standing in front of him with equipment today, he instinctively prepared to be inspected.

Zhao Yuanchao was so angry he laughed.

"Standing well."

"Keep!"

After he finished speaking, the belt fell down again.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Yihang's standing at attention posture immediately collapsed.

He hunched his shoulders.

He bent over.

My leg jumped.

In an instant, he transformed from a model soldier into a spring that had just been scalded.

"Dad! It hurts!"

Zhao Yuanchao said, "My right hand hurts too."

"I wrote all night!"

Zhao Yihang immediately seized the opportunity.

"Then you should rest first!"

"Don't hurt your hand!"

"If I rest, will you be alright?"

"No, no, no, I can stand here and reflect."

"Reflection takes time."

"I'll reflect on it slowly!"

Zhao Yuanchao glanced at his aching right hand.

Then, he switched the belt to his left hand.

The expectation on Zhao Yihang's face vanished instantly.

Left hand.

How could he forget that his dad ate with his left hand this morning!

Zhao Yuanchao flexed his left wrist.

"I exercised my right hand while writing the self-criticism yesterday."

"Today is a good day to practice my left hand."

Zhao Yihang turned and ran.

This time, he didn't run towards the door.

Instead, it circled around the dining table.

Zhao Yuanchao chased after him.

The father and son sat around a table of steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and congee, and began a small-scale game of cat and mouse.

Zhao Yihang is young.

Quick response.

But he was afraid of knocking over the dining table, so he didn't dare to bump into things.

Zhao Yuanchao is experienced.

Knowing where her son had run off to, she always had to walk around the chair.

After circling twice, he simply stopped at the corner of the table and waited for Zhao Yihang to circle back on his own.

As Zhao Yihang was running, he looked up.

Her biological father didn't pursue her anymore.

The father was blocking the way.

He was also carrying seven wolves in his hand.

He turned sharply.

As a result, the chairs behind blocked the way again.

It was the one he pushed himself away from to avoid the belt.

A sense of despair washed over Zhao Yihang.

You've created obstacles for yourself!

I didn't get to practice the 400-meter obstacle course yesterday.

I had a last-minute lesson at the breakfast table today.

Moreover, there are supervisors following up on each course.

The belt fell again.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Yihang clutched his lower back and jumped.

"dad!"

"I was wrong!"

Zhao Yuanchao paused for a moment.

"What went wrong?"

Zhao Yihang answered very quickly.

"I shouldn't have let you stay up all night!"

"I shouldn't keep nitpicking your punctuation!"

"I shouldn't have poured tea for Uncle Long, I won't pour it for you!"

Zhao Yuanchao squinted his eyes.

"Anything else?"

Zhao Yihang's mind was racing.

"Also... I shouldn't have said the teapot was on the left!"

"Anything else?"

"There can't be any more!"

Zhao Yihang said indignantly, "If I continue summarizing, you'll make me write another ten thousand words!"

Zhao Yuanchao gripped his belt and sneered.

"Weren't you quite patient in summarizing my questions yesterday?"

"I am very patient now."

Zhao Yihang glanced at the belt.

I don't know if you have the patience.

Your left hand is really strong.

He quickly pulled over a chair and placed it in front of him to block the view.

Zhao Yuanchao looked at him and pointed at him.

"lay down."

"I won't let go."

I'll say it again.

"Dad, the chair is public property."

"You have to pay for it if you break it."

"I wasn't prepared to hit the chair."

"But if you hit me, you might accidentally damage the chair."

Zhao Yuanchao was immediately delighted.

"Good lad."

"At this point, you're still setting up a protected area for me?"

Zhao Yihang quickly said, "I'm just maintaining the guesthouse's public facilities."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Yuanchao reached out and grabbed the back of the chair, pulling it out of the way.

Zhao Yihang's last temporary line of defense has fallen.

He was hit again and quickly dodged to the side.

As Zhao Yuanchao listened to his son's series of pleas for mercy, the anger that had been building up inside him for a day and a night finally began to subside.

He didn't chase after the scalpers randomly.

Seeing Zhao Yihang bump into the chair leg, she even reached out and lifted him up.

Just when Zhao Yihang thought his fatherly love had returned, the belt slapped his trouser leg again.

"Hold on tight!"

Zhao Yihang was almost in tears.

This fatherly love has indeed returned.

It's just that the way it's expressed is a bit too robust.

Outside the private room.

Long Weiguo had returned from the restroom and was sitting on a chair at the other end of the corridor.

Wang Gang held the cell phone that hadn't rung at all.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long stood to the side.

Wu Hanfeng is peeling an egg.

The different people listened to the faint sounds coming from the private room and had different expressions.

Li Cuicui couldn't help but look at Wu Hanfeng.

"Can you even eat this?"

Wu Hanfeng looked up.

"You didn't hit me."

Li Cuicui: "..."

Zhao Long whispered, "He was so arrogant yesterday, why is he shouting so fast today?"

Wu Hanfeng put the eggshell into a paper towel.

"He was on duty yesterday."

"Not today."

"And yesterday he was mainly in charge of speaking."

"Today, my main responsibility is to listen."

Wang Gang shook his head and smiled.

"Old Zhao has really been holding this in for a long time."

Long Weiguo glanced at the time.

"Just let him vent his anger."

"Stop this nonsense."

Li Cuicui nodded.

"Yes."

Then he looked at Wu Hanfeng.

"Aren't you going to offer a few words of advice?"

Wu Hanfeng took a bite of the egg.

"I tried to persuade them yesterday."

Zhao Yihang wouldn't listen.

"Even Comrade Zhao might not listen now."

"If I go in now, I can only get the father and son to reach a new consensus."

Zhao Long was taken aback.

"What consensus?"

Wu Hanfeng said, "Take care of me, the busybody, first."

Everyone almost burst out laughing.

Just then, Zhao Yihang's shout came from inside the private room again.

"dad!"

"My grandfather always said, 'Talk things out!'"

Immediately following was Zhao Yuanchao's voice.

"Your grandfather taught me in a way that was even more direct than mine!"

Zhao Yihang immediately said, "Then this tradition should be discontinued with me!"

Li Cuicui, who was outside the door, finally couldn't help but squat down and laugh.

Zhao Long quickly turned his back.

Wang Gang nearly spilled his tea while holding the teacup.

Long Weiguo shook his head and chuckled.

What a disruption to tradition!