[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

"I understand, thank you, Lieutenant. I will write it well."

He stood up and handed you paper and a pen.

"I have to leave for a bit, you can write here."

After saying that, he left the office, leaving you alone.

You sighed and sat down. After writing the words "apology letter" on the paper, you fiddled with your pen, thinking about how to make it up.

A footstep approached, and you instinctively looked up to see Wang Zhiqiang.

You both stared at each other in surprise after glancing at the injuries on each other's faces.

Wang Zhiqiang approached you: "Didn't you apply the medicine properly last night? Your face is all swollen."

You instinctively want to touch your face, then realize that your tears last night probably washed away the ointment.

You quickly changed the subject, asking him curiously, "What about you? You weren't beaten up last night, so why do you have injuries on your face?"

Wang Zhiqiang casually scoffed and waved his hand, saying:

"Don't even mention it. Because I got physical last night, Captain Price dragged me out of bed and gave me a dressing down first thing this morning! Now I have to write a self-criticism."

As he spoke, he walked to the ghost's desk and took out paper and a pen.

Then, he plopped down next to you and took out some ointment from his pocket and handed it to you.

"This ointment works well. I was planning to give it to you anyway, and now that I've found it, I'll apply it for you."

You thank them, then take the ointment and apply it; a cooling sensation washes over you.

Ten minutes later...

You stare at the paper with hardly any words written on it, and sigh dejectedly.

Writing a self-criticism is difficult, but writing an English version is even more challenging.

After hearing this, Wang Zhiqiang turned to look at you and asked, "What's wrong, sis? Don't seem to be in the mood?"

You nod: "Yeah, my brain just won't work, I can't write anything..."

Wang Zhiqiang raised an eyebrow: "It's just about being active, that's easy!"

After saying that, he took out his phone and fiddled with it for a while, and then a familiar melody started playing.

Your eyes are wide open!

He asks you with a smile, "How's it going? Getting into it?"

Nod your head vigorously!

Before long, a series of exciting melodies, DJ versions, filled the room.

Then came your synchronized singing along, and the hands that held pens that rose as you sang along.

love...

Wang Zhiqiang: "Love can be cruel sometimes."

You: "Love can be cruel sometimes."

......

You/Wang Zhiqiang: "I only say I love you when I'm lonely, why are you being so mean~"

......

Roses...

Wang Zhiqiang: "Rose, jasmine, they asked me what flowers I like..."

You immediately replied, "Of course it's you, the flower in my heart~~"

You were writing and singing at the same time, having so much fun that you didn't even know what the world was like.

Outside the door, three men had appeared at some point.

Soap stroked his chin: "Although I don't understand it, it seems quite interesting. What do you think, Simon?"

The ghost looked at him with a sinister gaze: "Your taste is truly worrying."

Soap: "I think it's great! I'll ask Zimo and YN for the playlist another day!"

The ghost looked up at the sky, then turned to the man behind him and said:

"I apologize for the embarrassing situation, Sergeant Keegan."

ch.34: He still looks like a child

The man referred to by the ghost as Sergeant Keegan was wearing a khaki flame-retardant camouflage frog suit.

He wore a black mask on his head, revealing only a pair of thick eyebrows and a pair of gray-blue eyes.

He spoke, his tone calm and steady: "No, Lieutenant."

His words were brief, but his voice was deep and magnetic, the vibrato and echo in his throat resembling the deep bass of a stereo. The breathy tone at the end of his sentences added a touch of mature sensuality to his voice.

Soap exclaimed softly, "Wow, Keegan. Your voice must be the dream of so many girls."

Keegan chuckled lightly: "On the contrary, I'm not very popular."

Soap: "You..."

"Alright, John, take Sergeant Keegan to a room to rest."

The ghost interrupted.

Because new recruits need to be assigned primary and secondary roles, which requires more specialized knowledge, the higher-ups will assign some professionals to provide guidance and training.

Keegan was one of those assigned to be in charge of training the primary staff.

He just went out to pick someone up.

Having been assigned a task, Soap immediately took Keegan and left.

The ghost knocked on the door, and the music inside immediately stopped.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps.

You open the door and say with a guilty smile, "Lieutenant, you're back?"

The ghost nodded and asked as it walked in, "Have you finished writing your self-criticism report?"

You followed behind him and replied, "It'll be finished soon!"

It means it's not finished yet.

However, Ghost didn't care and instead looked at Wang Zhiqiang.

Wang Zhiqiang stood up and handed the document in his hand to Youling.

"Lieutenant, this is my self-criticism report."

The ghost took it, glanced at it, and nodded: "Okay, you can go back now."

Wang Zhiqiang nodded and left, giving you a "good luck" look as he passed by.

While I'm anxious about not finishing my own self-criticism report, it's even more agonizing to see my friend finish it.

You glanced at the ghost who was reading Wang Zhiqiang's self-criticism report and asked:

"Well... Lieutenant, shall I continue writing?"

The ghost replied without looking up, "Okay."

You quickly sat back down in your previous spot, picked up your pen, and began writing furiously.

After a short while, you finally finished writing, then picked up the paper and walked towards the ghost.

"Lieutenant, I've finished writing it. This is my self-criticism report!"

After you finished speaking, you handed the document to him.

The ghost took it and looked down at it.

And you stand aside, waiting for him to tell you to kick people out.

"yn, are you angry with me?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, you were about to take a step, but after hearing what he said, you didn't react for a moment.

"what?"

The ghost put down the paper, looked up, and stared at you with his deep, brown eyes.

“I said, are you blaming me for what happened last night? You had a conflict, and I only punished you, even though you were injured.”

He is very observant; he can sense a new distance between you and how you treat him today and how you treat him in the past.

He thought that you might harbor resentment towards him.

You were startled, then looked back at him.

"How can I blame you, Lieutenant? I was the one who started the fight. Besides, you didn't just punish me; there was also Zimo, wasn't there?"

Although I felt a little wronged, it wasn't really blaming or complaining. After all, you know he's your superior and has no responsibility to take care of your little emotions.

The ghost suddenly fell silent, then grasped the armrest of the chair and gently stroked it.

He didn't speak, and you didn't feel comfortable speaking either, so the atmosphere became quiet for a moment.

"I actually punished them."

The ghost suddenly spoke.

You were taken aback. Them? Who?

You tentatively ask, "Lake and Joseph?"

Ghost nodded: "Because they weren't the ones who were at fault, I couldn't punish them at the time. But afterwards, I fined them each $500."

$500! Is it possible to be fined for this?

You're a little nervous: "Will...will I be punished too?"

No way! Your body has already endured so much hardship; your wallet can't take any more!