I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Qian Kun and Zhao Yihang had never experienced anything like this before. They followed Wu Hanfeng suspiciously, always feeling that someone was watching them.

Zhao Yihang's walking posture has become unsteady.

"Brother Feng, what if someone actually comes looking for us?"

"Looking for us?"

"Then let's say you were also mediated against, and this one you picked up in the clothesline. It's not considered stealing, understand?"

Qian Kun said anxiously, "If you ask me where I found it..."

Wu Hanfeng said helplessly, "The clothesline is so big, and it's been windy lately, you could find clothes anywhere. Why would he keep pressing me to tell you exactly where you found them?"

Wu Hanfeng noticed that the two of them still looked like they had something to say but couldn't.

"If he keeps asking you probing questions, tell him to come find me."

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun exchanged a glance, and suddenly they felt more confident.

Although they weren't sure what Feng Ge's identity or background was, judging from the near annihilation of the disciplinary team, he could easily handle a minor matter like losing pants in the clothesline.

Wu Hanfeng walked ahead, humming a little tune.

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun followed closely behind him, glancing around furtively every now and then.

Qian Kun went so far as to adjust the training shoes in his arms every few steps, as if afraid that someone would notice something amiss.

Wu Hanfeng looked speechless: "Can you two be normal for once?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you two were enemy spies sent to steal our intelligence."

Zhao Yihang hurriedly said, "This isn't stealing, it's... coordination."

Qian Kun added, "It's about...sharing resources."

Wu Hanfeng nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right. Sharing resources and helping each other is contributing to the military."

"If you don't pick up these pants and someone else doesn't, and they get blown away by the wind, it will be a loss for our unit."

"You all need to have a good understanding of material management, and you need to consider the big picture and not worry about personal interests."

The two were taken aback.

Stealing...coordination, how did this escalate to a matter of overall perspective?

It seems that not taking it is a sign of being too concerned about personal gain.

This was a completely new concept to the two recruits, and it had a huge impact on them.

The three returned to their dormitory.

Several new recruits are tidying up their belongings.

Wu Hanfeng openly stuffed the socks he had "coordinated" into the closet.

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun acted like thieves, placing the items they had coordinated at the bottom and covering them with a lot of clothes as a cover.

The two took a deep breath, feeling their heartbeats deafening.

As soon as they turned around, they saw Wu Hanfeng staring at them with a serious expression.

"You two are finished."

These words made Qian Kun's legs go weak on the spot.

Zhao Yihang's body also stiffened.

"A new recruit, treating the trousers and shoes he was given as stolen goods, hid them very carefully. His mental fortitude is too poor."

"If you were sent to the battlefield to infiltrate the enemy camp in disguise, you would probably be killed as soon as you got out."

Zhao Yihang's face turned red, and he lowered his head.

Sudden.

The door was pushed open, and everyone looked towards the doorway.

Zhou Haibo walked in angrily, his face contorted with rage.

All the new recruits in the dormitory immediately stood at attention.

They shouted in unison, "Good morning, squad leader!"

Zhou Haibo walked into the dormitory without looking up and plopped down on his bed.

With a dark expression, he cursed, "Damn it, this is infuriating!"

The new recruits looked at each other, not daring to speak.

Only Wu Hanfeng approached with a mocking expression, asking with a smile, "Haibo, what's wrong? Why the long face? Did your wife run off with someone else?"