Shipborne Special Forces.

Wang Aiguo touched his buttocks and realized he was in big trouble. A torn pair of pants wasn't the worst part; a torn pair of underwear was. And what was even worse was that someone had discovered it.

Wang Aiguo glanced at Kim Jong-un and began to consider whether to kill him to cover it up, since the whole thing was just too embarrassing. But then Wang Aiguo thought again; the other party had said black, so he probably hadn't noticed that it was his underwear that was torn.

Thinking of this, Wang Aiguo said to Sanpang with a sly smile, "Yeah, I accidentally tore my pants. I'll go find something to mend them."

Sanpang nodded, but just as Wang Aiguo turned to leave, Sanpang suddenly spoke up again: "But speaking of which, what's with your pants? They're really weird."

Heh, looks like I'll have to silence them after all.

.......

Even a torn pair of pants is no problem for Wang Aiguo. After all, he is now a proud soldier of the People's Liberation Army. Is mending and patching a problem for him?

No, of course not.

The problem was, mending the pants required a piece of cloth of the same color. At that moment, Wang Aiguo began to lament why he hadn't brought a few more pairs of pants, leading to this embarrassing situation.

During a break from work, Wang Aiguo wandered over to the clothes drying area, the only place where there would be fabric.

After wandering around the clothes drying area for a while, Wang Aiguo finally fixed his gaze on a large white cloth.

Wang Aiguo was very satisfied with the white cloth. Perhaps due to its age, the cloth had a yellowish tinge, almost identical to the off-white of his trousers.

Moreover, this rag looks filthy; it must have been washed by previous recruits and left here uncollected.

"Yes," Wang Aiguo thought firmly to himself.

After cutting a suitable piece of cloth from the white sheet, Wang Aiguo rushed back to his dormitory, took out a needle and thread, and sewed up his pants. Of course, he didn't forget to change his underwear. As for Sanpang, Wang Aiguo felt that as long as the other party could forget about what happened today, he could still spare his life.

Just then, the assembly whistle blew, and Wang Aiguo rushed down the building.

They ran to the meeting point, only to find out they were changing work locations. District Chief Jia was taking them to another place to weed, so they needed to change their tools.

As a result, he arrived last, and all the other tools were gone, leaving only a rake leaning quietly against the corner of the wall. Meanwhile, Jia Qu and the others around him looked at him with encouraging eyes, as if to say, "Yes, no one is more suitable than you."

Especially Kim Jong-un, whose eyes were practically shining as he looked at Wang Aiguo.

Wang Aiguo thought about it and still felt that he had to kill the person to silence him; this person could not be allowed to live.

....

The next afternoon, Chenyang Recruit Camp began to bustle with activity as buses started arriving one after another. Comrades from all over the country brought a lively and festive atmosphere to Chenyang Recruit Camp.

With so many people, Wang Aiguo would have to "part ways" with Erpang and Sanpang. They were originally from three different squads, but because there were too few people, they were temporarily put in one room.

With more people now, Wang Aiguo officially moved in and joined the third team of Jia District on the third floor.

As Wang Aiguo went upstairs, Jia Qu's eyes became somewhat sad. Watching Wang Aiguo carry his luggage upstairs, Jia Qu lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "Fatty Wang, have you considered changing to another squad? If you're willing, I'll find a way for you."

"No need, Jia Qu, with our relationship, I'll definitely stick with you to the end!" Wang Aiguo said firmly.

That evening, Jia Qu nearly suffered from nicotine poisoning.

.......

As the number of people increased, things became very chaotic in Team 12. Of course, it wasn't just Team 12; the entire Chenyang recruit camp was in complete disarray.

The camp was filled with new recruits carrying large bags and bundles, looking like they were rushing to catch the Spring Festival travel rush, but this had nothing to do with Wang Aiguo. Compared to the other recruits, he had less to do; he only needed to carry some luggage upstairs.

Wang Aiguo was assigned to the third squad of the third platoon. After taking his luggage upstairs, Wang Aiguo realized he really didn't have much to do. Looking at the empty room, Wang Aiguo felt a little bored. His new roommates hadn't arrived yet, and his luggage was already packed. After thinking for a while, he finally decided to find something to do.

Once he entered the army, his cell phone was confiscated. To be honest, it was only after his cell phone was confiscated that Wang Aiguo realized how wonderful the outside world was.

However, it was precisely because his phone was confiscated that Wang Aiguo realized that these days you can play with anything.

For example, as soon as he entered the room, he found a box of chalk. Then, unable to find a blackboard, after some thought, he decided to crush the chalk and use the white powder to spell out "Welcome" on the table.

Thinking of this, Wang Aiguo became excited, chasing after the chalk while secretly admiring himself: "Such a great idea! My new roommates will definitely be very touched. Yes, I'm just that incredibly clever!"

Half an hour later, his new roommates still hadn't arrived. Wang Aiguo glanced downstairs; it seemed the previous batches of people were from Squad One and Squad Two. Looking at his empty dorm room, Wang Aiguo felt even more bored. After thinking for a moment, he took out two cigarettes, lit them, and placed them on either side of the welcoming sign.

After lighting his cigarette, Wang Aiguo began to marvel at his own cleverness. Although he didn't smoke himself, he had brought cigarettes. Because cigarettes could not only serve as a diplomatic tool, but also as birthday candles in this situation.

Just as Wang Aiguo was feeling sentimental, several people carrying luggage appeared at the door.

……

Wang Aiguo glanced at the people outside, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He had waited so long for this moment.

Just as he was about to enthusiastically hug them, Wang Aiguo suddenly realized that his buddies were standing blankly at the door, showing no desire to come in at all.

Wang Aiguo was taken aback. He had even lit the birthday candles and spelled out the words, so why did the other person look so terrified?

The people outside the door were also innocent, because from their perspective, they couldn't make out any of the words on the table; all they could see was a puddle of white powder. Next to the powder were two cigarettes, their smoke filling the room with haze.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a man who was 188 cm tall, weighed over 200 kg, and had a face full of fat was looking at them with a lewd grin.

"Did we go to the wrong room?" A person at the door turned around in alarm and asked the person behind them.

The group shook their heads in horror, completely unaware of what had happened.

Finally, the group spoke in unison: "Sorry, we've come to the wrong door. Goodbye!"

After saying that, the group slammed the door shut, leaving Wang Aiguo completely bewildered.