Shipborne Special Forces.

Wang Aiguo looked at Grandpa Bi with an embarrassed expression. He couldn't really refute what Grandpa Bi said, after all, he had sent several people to the hospital.

Even so, he still wanted to struggle, so he said, "No, Captain, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Grandpa Bi interrupted him.

"Let me tell you this first, even if you send the entire team to the hospital, as long as I don't go, I won't give you the 'Outstanding Soldier' ​​designation!" Grandpa Bi shouted angrily.

Little did anyone know that a few months later, Grandpa Bi would be lying in his hospital bed, slapping himself repeatedly, lamenting, "You can't just say things like that!"

.......

The plan that the battalion commander of Chenyang New Recruit Camp had spent a month devising, going through countless hardships, to invite someone from the special forces brigade to teach everyone military boxing was forced to "abort" after only one day.

The special forces captain leading the team is in the hospital with a fractured coccyx, and is estimated to be hospitalized for at least a month. Seeing their captain in such a state, the remaining instructors all considered backing out.

That very night, they grabbed their backpacks and "rushed" out of the Morning Sun recruits' ranks, even the battalion commander's personal "interception" couldn't stop them. There was no other way; they only had one life, and they couldn't afford to gamble.

And all the blame fell on Wang Aiguo.

The next day during lunch break, Grandpa Bi was summoned to the brigade leader's office and given a severe dressing-down.

Afterwards, Grandpa Bi returned to his room, and the first thing he did was wash his hair because his head was covered in saliva. It must have been tough for him.

Meanwhile, Wang Aiguo made a phone call home during his lunch break; he'd been missing home even more these past few days. After all, what Grandpa Bi said yesterday had pretty much made it clear that his "excellent soldier" status was as bad as it could possibly be.

When the call connected, Wang Aiguo was shocked to find that his grandfather was actually at home. Of course, it wasn't scary that his grandfather was at home; what was scary was that his grandfather's good friend, Old Master Chen, was also there.

"Aiguo, you've finally gone to the army! That's great! By the way, Meiniu keeps talking about you lately. When are you coming back? I'll bring her to meet you." Grandpa Chen chuckled on the phone.

Then a chill ran down Wang Aiguo's spine. What was going on? Was he about to be 'taken by Hefei'?

Soon, Wang Aiguo's grandfather, Wang Weihua, answered the phone and said calmly, "Aiguo, did you hear that? If you really can't hold on any longer, come back. We've prepared everything for you and are just waiting for you to come back."

Wang Aiguo was speechless for a moment. What were you preparing for? The road to the underworld?

"Grandpa, I'll do my best. Don't worry, being an outstanding soldier is nothing." With that, Wang Aiguo hung up the phone.

That evening, Grandpa Bi and Wang Aiguo did the same thing at the same time: they plucked their beards in front of the mirror.

Pain makes people more alert, so they need to pluck their beards as a sign of resolve.

After plucking his beard, Wang Aiguo met with Grandpa Bi downstairs the next day in a very "pleasant" manner.

The two looked at each other, then silently turned and left.

"Should I stick this beard back on?" the two thought simultaneously as they turned their backs.

One wanted Wang Aiguo to lose weight, and the other wanted to become an outstanding soldier. They looked at each other and realized this was even harder than collecting all seven Dragon Balls.

"Sigh..." The sigh reached the sky, "This is such a damn rip-off."

....

"Huang Gang, tell me, I'm so tired every day, why haven't I lost weight?"

At lunchtime, Wang Aiguo stood on the scale used to weigh pigs, looking quite emotional.

Huang Gang was also quite moved. The scale that showed Wang Aiguo's weight most accurately in the entire brigade was actually the one used to weigh pigs. There was no way around it; when Wang Aiguo stood on a regular scale, it would always flicker and never stabilize, so the readings were different every time he was weighed.

Huang Gang and his colleagues discussed this privately, concluding that the scale might have suffered internal damage.

After thinking for a moment, Huang Gang slowly said, "Actually, I have a way to make you lose weight immediately."

"Let's not talk about amputations or anything like that," Wang Aiguo said casually, waving his hand.

Huang Gang shook his head and said, "No, it's not amputation."

"Oh? What kind of method is that?" Wang Aiguo asked Huang Gang with great interest.

Huang Gang pondered for a moment before speaking, "You could try changing the unit of measurement, for example, to 0.11 tons, which would make it seem like you've lost a lot of weight."

Wang Aiguo: "..."

You're really clever.

Just as Wang Aiguo and Huang Gang were discussing, Grandpa Bi suddenly appeared behind Wang Aiguo.

Wang Aiguo was startled. He was about to greet Grandpa Bi when he saw Grandpa Bi staring intently at the number on the scale.

"Let me tell you, the reason you can't lose weight is because you eat too much."

"Impossible, I don't like steamed buns, I can't eat many," Wang Aiguo argued.

Grandpa Bi snorted coldly and said indifferently, "You can't eat many steamed buns, but you eat instant noodles every day. There's so much oil in those. How can you not gain weight?"

Wang Aiguo paused for a moment, then looked at Huang Gang and said, "But they eat every day, so why aren't they fat?"

"We ate from one bucket, and you ate from eight buckets, is that the same thing?" Xiao Tian answered from not far away.

Wang Aiguo was instantly embarrassed; it seemed to be true.

After thinking for a moment, Grandpa Bi patted Wang Aiguo on the shoulder and gave a strange smile.

"Speaking of weight loss, I have a method that can help you. Would you like to try it?"

Looking at Grandpa Bi's smiling expression, which resembled that of Sha Wujing in the Flowing Sand River, Wang Aiguo had a bad feeling.

.......

In the days that followed, Wang Aiguo suddenly realized that he actually quite liked eating steamed buns.

Watching Wang Aiguo wolf down his food, as if he wanted to swallow the whole plate, the monks and the others could only look on with helplessness.

"Three hundred, and there are plenty of steamed buns. You don't need to eat so fast. Also, could you leave us some vegetables?" Huang Gang said awkwardly.

Wang Aiguo raised his head, but his hands didn't stop; he frantically stuffed steamed buns into his mouth.

The divine doctor and the others looked at Wang Aiguo with complicated expressions and said, "Sanbai, didn't you used to dislike eating steamed buns? What's wrong with you these past few days?"

"Hehe." Speaking of this, Wang Aiguo recalled the outrageous things that Grandpa Bi had done to him a few days ago.

Grandpa Bi's solution was to confiscate his wallet.

A few days ago, Grandpa Bi used the excuse of counting everyone's cash to make everyone count their money. Everyone else actually counted it, but Wang Aiguo was different; his money was confiscated.

Grandpa Bi said he would return the money to him after the recruit camp ended. By the way, 400 yuan of his monthly allowance of 500 yuan was deducted, leaving him only 100 yuan to buy some daily necessities.

Now things are really bad. Wang Aiguo can't even afford bottled water, let alone instant noodles. So, driven crazy by hunger, Wang Aiguo can only desperately gnaw on steamed buns every day.

Other tables had to wash their dishes after eating, but Wang Aiguo's table didn't. His bowls were spotless, like new, with not a drop of soup left.