Shipborne Special Forces.

Back in his familiar room, Grandpa Bi looked at the dilapidated ceiling with a sigh. What kind of situation was this? All the other teams were happily moving into the new building, and what about him? He was back after less than three days.

More importantly, even if the new building is thoroughly cleaned, subconsciously he no longer considers it a new building. After all, any building that has been soaked in excrement can no longer be called a new building, right?

It's like buying a brand new house, but before you even move in, a water pipe bursts, and the entire room is covered in excrement from the upstairs neighbor. Even if you manage to clean it up, you still can't get over it.

The thought of the person who started this whole thing made Grandpa Bi feel a sharp pain in his heart.

Although he hadn't known Wang Aiguo for long, Bi Fujian knew exactly what kind of person Wang Aiguo was. And it was precisely because he knew that he now wanted to slap himself a few times.

All he wants to know now is what gave him the audacity to confidently assure the captain that he would make Wang Aiguo a qualified naval soldier.

Thinking about this, Grandpa Bi felt a buzzing in the back of his head.

Just then, his phone rang.

Grandpa Bi looked down at the name on his phone and exclaimed, "Huh? It's the instructor!"

"The instructor is calling me? That's strange." With a puzzled look, Grandpa Bi answered the phone.

Then an excited voice came from the other end of the phone, shouting, "Captain, I heard your room was flooded with shit? Hahahaha!"

Grandpa Bi's face immediately darkened. So you called just to mock me? What happened to our camaraderie?

Grandpa Bi rolled his eyes, unseen by anyone, and said speechlessly, "What are you laughing at? We share a room; if mine floods, yours will too, won't it?"

"No, no, no, I received a notice from the battalion commander yesterday that I've been transferred to the Eighth Team. Another instructor will be coming to your team later, but I don't know when he'll arrive, since your Twelfth Team has a great reputation."

Seeing the instructor's grinning face, You Jiang was speechless. Wasn't he supposed to have a deep relationship with Grandpa Bi? Why was he so happy to be on a different team?

One more thing, what the heck is this about the room being flooded with poop?

It was only at this moment that You Jiang realized how embarrassing it was not to have a mobile phone; information could not be updated in a timely manner at all.

Grandpa Bi was stunned for a long time before he finally spoke, "So, you're just abandoning me like this?"

"Hehe, I'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days. If I don't abandon you, am I supposed to 'shit' with you?" The instructor laughed and hung up the phone.

When he was first sent to the hospital, Grandpa Bi didn't say anything, but the smile on his face was so thick it couldn't be melted by eight buckets of Nongfu Spring water. Now that Grandpa Bi has suffered a setback, he's naturally overjoyed.

To be honest, although he also wanted to give Wang Aiguo a hard time, he was, after all, a company-level officer and there was no need for him to bother with a new recruit. Of course, more importantly, given Wang Aiguo's 200-plus-pound physique, he felt he didn't have much of a chance.

After hanging up the phone, Grandpa Bi was so angry that his beard, which he had just shaved last night, grew back.

After seeing the instructor hang up the phone, You Jiang asked, "Instructor, are you really not coming back?"

"Heh, don't you have any idea whether I'm going back or not?" the instructor said to You Jiang in an annoyed tone.

You Jiang felt a surge of rage; how did this suddenly become related to him again?

"Hey, you're not the advisor, it's not nice of you to talk like that. I didn't do anything!"

"Heh," the instructor replied expressionlessly.

Youjiang was speechless again. The last time he was in the hospital, he could hardly walk because of a spinal injury, so the instructor helped him with his three meals a day.

And that's why he didn't get to eat any meat at all!

After he was discharged from the hospital, the instructor said that the matter was over, he had gotten his revenge, and they wouldn't hold it against him anymore. But what's going on today? Why is this old matter being brought up again?

After thinking for a moment, You Jiang felt he had to change the subject, so he asked the instructor, "What happened to Team 12 again?"

The instructor then relayed the information he had learned from other teams to Youjiang.

Upon hearing this, You Jiang laughed so hard he almost fell over. He felt incredibly lucky; he was in the hospital when the worst happened, and he had finally escaped unscathed.

However, the instructor was completely dumbfounded when he saw You Jiang's happy expression.

"Are you crazy? I can laugh it off, but what's with the laughter?"

You Jiang was taken aback, then looked at the instructor with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why...why can't I be happy?"

"They've practically brainwashed you, it's worse than a pile of shit exploding, what the hell are you laughing at?"

"...I have a concussion, not mental disability," Youjiang argued.

"Then look out the window and see how many trees there are?" the instructor said to You Jiang, pointing to the trees outside the window.

You Jiang looked in the direction the instructor pointed, and then found that there was still a double image in front of him.

The doctor said this is a sequela of concussion.

After counting for a while, Youjiang realized that he didn't seem to be able to count very clearly.

"Look, isn't this just brain damage?" the instructor said casually.

Right Descends: "..."

Damn it, I'd be a fool not to avenge this!

That day, You Jiang made up his mind that he would fight Wang Aiguo to the death for the rest of his life.

....

The entire Team 12 is now shrouded in gloom. The people who returned to the old building are unhappy, while Wang Aiguo and the martial monk on the new building side feel like dying when they see the 'gold' scattered all over the ground.

"Sigh, no matter what, I'm one of the top 26 people in the world, and I'm also the person in charge of Tiandihong.com. Why have I been reduced to sweeping up excrement after joining the army?" Wang Aiguo sighed as he swept up excrement.

Upon hearing Wang Aiguo's words, a martial monk nearby asked with a puzzled look, "The 26 fattest people in the world?"

"Can't you even chat? Am I that fat? Am I?" Wang Aiguo yelled.

The monk got sprayed with spittle, then wisely stopped talking. After all, they were in the same boat; talking about either of them was the same as talking about himself.

However, at this moment, the monk suddenly noticed something strange. He looked at Wang Aiguo and was shocked to find that Wang Aiguo had not used a tissue to cover his nose.

"Don't you think it smells bad?" the monk asked, puzzled.

"It's alright, anyway, my rhinitis is acting up, so I can't smell anything," Wang Aiguo said casually.

The monk was taken aback. At that moment, he felt a little confused. When did having rhinitis become a source of superiority?

Just as the two were working hard to clean the building, a shout suddenly came from outside the building.

"Wang Aiguo, martial monk, get out here!"