Shipborne Special Forces.

Wang Aiguo felt like he was going crazy. In the photo, he was wearing a sailor shirt, the kind that's blue and white.

That day, to save time, he cut his hair extremely short, making him look almost bald.

Besides that, there was some stubble on his chin. Well, he was sweating all over from running that day, so his face felt particularly slippery when he shaved, and it's normal that his beard wasn't completely clean.

Okay, even if he has to take responsibility for all of this, didn't the other party say they could Photoshop it? Well then, at least Photoshop it properly! What the hell is this, Photoshopping it to look like a death row inmate?

The photographer on the other end was also quite helpless, saying with a wronged expression, "Brother, to be honest, I can edit other people's photos in five minutes, but yours took me a full two and a half hours. In the end... I did my best!"

"What the hell? Where did you even try? With that beard..."

"Since you didn't shave properly, I had to add shadow to your pubic area."

"Um...and these eyes!"

"I've already zoomed in as wide as possible on your eyes. Any bigger and even Meitu Xiu Xiu won't be able to help you."

"Um... well, this face shape..."

"I helped you lose weight, otherwise your face wouldn't fit in the photo."

"...And what about the skin? Can't you make it a little whiter?"

After Wang Aiguo finished speaking, the photographer took a photo out of his shirt pocket. Wang Aiguo looked at it and saw that it was a photo of him after he had become fair-skinned.

But how to describe this photo? If the original photo was of a wanted criminal, then this whitened photo looks just like the corpse used in the Xiangxi corpse-transporting ritual.

"Do you want to use this one?" the photographer asked awkwardly.

Wang Aiguo took a deep breath and said calmly, "So be it, this is fate. I'd better have a good talk with my dad." As he said this, Wang Aiguo burst into tears. This was too much of a blow.

.......

During his lunch break that afternoon, Wang Aiguo talked to his father on the phone for more than an hour, specifically discussing his appearance.

His father said he couldn't help him, because his face might have become so scary due to a genetic mutation.

Haha, this conversation is going nowhere.

As soon as he returned from the internet cafe, he saw Grandpa Bi sticking something on his bedside table.

Wang Aiguo looked at it carefully, and then almost died on the spot.

"Captain, is this the right thing to do?" Wang Aiguo shouted with a mournful face.

When Grandpa Bi turned his head, he found Wang Aiguo staring intently at him from outside the house, and his face immediately turned red.

"Oops, I forgot to close the door. But it's alright, you should be honored to be able to contribute to us, right?"

Grandpa Bi spoke with a smile, his hands never stopping. He directly applied two strips of double-sided tape to the back of Wang Aiguo's photo and then stuck it on his bedside table.

Wang Aiguo put his hand to his forehead, feeling a deep sense of malice emanating from the world.

"May I ask, is there any particular custom or significance to putting my photo above my bed?"

"Well, I just heard that this brigade used to be a mass burial ground. Winter solstice is coming soon, and I was looking for something to ward off evil spirits. That's how I came across your photo..."

"Am I Zhong Kui? Can I ward off evil spirits?" Wang Aiguo was almost brought to tears by Bi Laoye's madness. What kind of logic was this?

Grandpa Bi patted Wang Aiguo on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Don't even think about Zhong Kui. You're much scarier than him. With your face, you're at least an international terrorist."

Wang Aiguo: "..."

Dad, I want to go home! I want to get plastic surgery in Korea!!!

.......

The highly anticipated professional courses finally began, and everyone was overjoyed on the first day.

Finally, we no longer have to stand at attention, march in formation, or take the goose step. We don't have to move at a moment's notice. We can just stay in the classroom.

Wang Aiguo looked at his student ID; he had been assigned to learn how to use double 100mm cannons.

And with him were his entire dormitory.

Wang Aiguo felt it was a waste for the martial monk to study the same profession as him. With a physique like the martial monk's, it would be a waste of his talent not to join the Marine Corps.

Before going, however, the monk still needs to figure out one problem: his running posture. So far, the monk's running progress is slow, basically in sync with Wang Aiguo's.

"It's the first day of class today. I wonder what we'll talk about. Wait, why haven't we received any textbooks or anything?" After finishing breakfast, Youjiang asked curiously.

Everyone shook their heads; they couldn't give that answer either.

Just then, Jia Qu stepped forward and said, "Today is the first day of specialized courses, but we won't be having any specialized courses today. Let me explain briefly: you are all in the navy, and you will all be assigned to warships. Therefore, before you study your respective specialties, you will first have to take a month of general courses."

"Public subjects? What are those?" Everyone was taken aback.

At this moment, Jia Qu smiled and said, "Plug the leak, put on hazmat suits, wrap the pipes, and put out the fire."

Everyone: "..."

"Damn, there's this part too?" everyone cursed inwardly.

.......

After breakfast, everyone set off. It was then that they discovered the Morning Sun Recruit Camp actually had quite a few good things. Take, for example, the simulation device for common subjects; it was five or six stories high, and its internal structure was almost identical to that of a warship.

Seeing this thing, everyone was somewhat moved. Especially You Jiang, who immediately exclaimed, "Wow, how much would it cost to forge one of these?"

With his hands on his hips and a proud look on his face, Jia Qu said, "I heard from the captain that it cost over a hundred million."

"Wow!" Everyone gasped in surprise.

"If this gets broken, it must cost a lot to repair, right?" Wang Aiguo said with a sigh.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the previously lively scene fell silent. Everyone stared at him in horror.

Wang Aiguo was taken aback: "Why are you all staring at me?"

"You can practice last, so take a good look at how others do it before you start."

Wang Aiguo: "..."

Just as Jia Qu was about to turn around, he saw the martial monk again. The next moment, Jia Qu said, "By the way, martial monk, you and Wang Aiguo are in the same group, so you can practice one last time."

Monk: "..."

"Does this count as me getting shot even when I'm lying down?" the monk thought speechlessly.

....

Although the simulation equipment is very large, it can only accommodate four teams, one of which has to practice wearing protective suits on the outdoor playground.

Team 12's project today was to plug leaks, and to everyone's delight, the female soldiers were practicing pipe wrapping upstairs.

The thought of being able to be with the female soldiers and greet them from top to bottom filled everyone with excitement.

Of course, what excites everyone even more is that the female soldiers will be plugging the leaks tomorrow.

The thought of the female soldiers' clothes getting wet immediately excited everyone.

The allure of a wet body, isn't that what they mean by this?