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But Zhou Chen was interrupted before he finished writing a chapter.

"Is Zhou Chen from the second platoon of the third company here?"

Zhou Chen looked up blankly and saw that the dormitory door was opened and a soldier in military uniform was standing at the door.

He stood up and answered, "Yes, I am Zhou Chen. I wonder what this instructor wants to see me about?"

"Student Zhou Chen, the commander wants to see you. Come with me quickly."

"Chief? Which chief?"

Zhou Chen was even more confused. He didn't know any of the military leaders and had only met the regiment commander a few times. As for Zhao Yingnan's father, Chief of Staff Zhao, he had only met him twice.

"Don't ask anymore, hurry up, the chief is waiting for you."

Seeing that Zhou Chen didn't move, Hou Pu urged, "Zhou Chen, what are you doing? The chief is looking for you, why don't you hurry over and don't delay the chief's business."

Although Zhou Chen was puzzled, he still put on his clothes and walked out of the dormitory with the young soldier.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 293 The Chief's Mission, Envied by Everyone

Zhou Chen followed the soldier and asked twice, but the soldier didn't answer, so he could only shut up and follow behind silently.

They arrived at the central building of the military camp, which was where the military officers worked. Zhou Chen had never been inside, but he had walked past it outside many times.

Led by the soldiers, Zhou Chen came to an office and saw the leader who wanted to see him.

"Commander, student Zhou Chen has been brought here. Please give us your instructions."

"Okay, you go first, I'll talk to classmate Zhou Chen."

After sending his men off to work, he waved to Zhou Chen and said, "Student Zhou Chen, come and sit down."

Zhou Chen never expected that the person who wanted to see him was Chief of Staff Zhao. He had no contact with Chief of Staff Zhao, but judging from the other party's appearance, he didn't seem to be looking for trouble.

So he walked in and sat down carefully next to Chief of Staff Zhao.

"Commander, do you want to talk to me about something?"

He really couldn't think of the reason why he was called over so late at night.

"hehe."

Seeing Zhou Chen was a bit nervous, Chief of Staff Zhao smiled and said comfortingly: "Don't be nervous, young man. I'm looking for you not because of bad things, but because I want your help with something."

Zhou Chen was even more confused: "Commander, how can I help you?"

Chief of Staff Zhao smiled and said, "Young man, you are quite anxious. Well, I will tell you straight, but before I do, there is one question that needs to be confirmed."

"Sir, please ask."

"Did you really write the song Goodbye, Old Soldier, that you sang at the last party?"

Hearing this question, Zhou Chen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in response: "Yes, Chief."

"That would be best."

Chief of Staff Zhao smiled even more happily, "If that's the case, you will definitely be able to help."

"It's like this. During the Spring Festival this year, the major military regions in Yanjing are planning to jointly host a Spring Festival Gala. Each military camp must submit at least one program. In the past, we always sang military songs, but this year I want to change it. It just so happens that you have a talent for this, so I want to ask, what program do you think is suitable for our military camp to perform?"

Zhou Chen immediately looked embarrassed: "Chief, you should discuss this matter with other leaders. I am just a student, how can I know so much."

"Young man, you are so modest. In this military camp, you can't hide anything from me. I know that in addition to writing songs, you can also write poems and novels. You are so talented, it shouldn't be difficult to think of a performance program, right?"

Staff Officer Zhao's smiling look made Zhou Chen feel that he was a smiling tiger. This old guy was quite good at ordering people around.

"Commander, you are too kind. I just wrote it randomly. You think too highly of me. I was afraid that I couldn't come up with anything, and I was also afraid that I would bring shame to you and our military camp."

"It's okay. Young people should have the courage to innovate. I believe you can do it."

Zhou Chen's mouth twitched. Having said that, he knew he couldn't refuse. Chief of Staff Zhao had him in his grasp.

"Commander, you know that creation is a very time-consuming and mentally exhausting task. It's not that I don't want to help, but I have to go to military training every day and attend classes at night. I don't have any extra energy."

Being able to become the deputy division-level chief of staff, Chief of Staff Zhao is naturally a smart man. He immediately understood what Zhou Chen meant.

"Young man, you are not being honest. Okay, just tell me what you want. As long as it's not too excessive, I will try my best to meet it."

Zhou Chen smiled shyly at first, then said: "Military training is a mission, so we can't make mistakes. But at night, I want to spend more time on creation."

"I see. You don't want to go to class at night?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but it takes time to create," Zhou Chen corrected.

"hehe."

Chief of Staff Zhao laughed a few times, then thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll tell your instructor that you don't have to go to class tonight."

As the head of the army, he naturally knew what classes were held at night, and most of the time was for self-study. If he didn't go, it wouldn't be a big problem. The mission of the military camp was more important now.

"Thank you, chief."

Zhou Chen was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Chief of Staff Zhao would agree to his request so easily.

"Any other requests?" Chief of Staff Zhao asked again.

This time Zhou Chen just shook his head and said, "No more."

He understood the principle of knowing when to stop. Chief of Staff Zhao agreed to his request of not having classes at night because of his usefulness. If he pushed his limits further, he might upset the other party.

Chief of Staff Zhao smiled with satisfaction. This young man was much calmer than he thought.

"But Chief, I want to ask you what kind of show you want to perform and what the direction is. Only after you confirm this, I can start 'creation'."

Chief of Staff Zhao raised his eyebrows. He had never thought about this problem. He asked Zhou Chen to come over because he wanted to give the task to Zhou Chen.

"Well, that depends on what you are good at."

Zhou Chen asked tentatively: "Singing, skit, or dancing?"

Chief of Staff Zhao asked, "Dancing? Look at how few female soldiers we have in our barracks. Do you expect a bunch of grown men like us to perform a dance?"

"Cough cough."

Thinking of a group of soldiers dancing various dances, Zhou Chen couldn't help but shudder.

"Then I'll prioritize writing songs, or skits?"

"You also understand skits?"

Chief of Staff Zhao was very surprised. Skits were also a highlight at the gala, but few people in the army could perform them well.

Zhou Chen replied: "Sketch is actually a story change. I am still good at writing stories."

He himself had no talent for sketches, but after going through several worlds and seeing countless sketches, it was not a big problem for him to come up with a sketch.

Upon learning that Zhou Chen had such ability, Chief of Staff Zhao became more confident.

"Well, classmate Zhou Chen, I'll give you plenty of time. Just get the program out two months before the Spring Festival so that everyone has time to prepare. You can prepare a few more programs, and we'll pick the most suitable one when the time comes."

The corners of Zhou Chen's mouth twitched twice. This old leader was really rude. He even prepared a few more. If he didn't have a lot of inventory in his mind, how could he have so many programs.

"Yes, Commander, but this will make the task even more difficult. I will definitely do my best."

Chief of Staff Zhao patted Zhou Chen on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Young people should be hardworking. Young man, I believe in you. You can do it."

As soon as Zhou Chen returned to the dormitory, he saw everyone in the dormitory staring at him with burning eyes.

"Zhou Chen, why does the commander want you to come over here?" Hou Pu asked impatiently.

Zhou Chen walked to the table, facing everyone's gaze, and sighed: "Brothers, I won't be able to accompany you to class at night from now on."

When Qiu Shui and the others heard this, they were immediately shocked: "What's going on?"

"The chief has given me a difficult task. In the next few months, I will work hard to complete it, so I don't have to go to the evening classes and self-study."

"Fuck me!"

The other eleven people in the dormitory all jumped up and quickly surrounded Zhou Chen.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhou Chen calmly explained his mission, causing several people to open their eyes wide with disbelief on their faces.

"Damn, Zhou Chen, you are so lucky!" Wu Ruixiang wailed loudly.

"Lucky?"

Zhou Chen sneered and said, "Then I'll give this task to you, will you come?"

"I?"

Wu Ruixiang pointed at himself and immediately shook his head, "I can't do it. I can't do it."

He is not stupid. If he completes the task assigned by the leader, it will be fine. But if he fails, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Qiu Shui said smugly, "Zhou Chen, I am also quite talented. Can you talk to the chief and ask him to let me join you? I can help you with strategies, and at the very least, I can run errands for you."

"I can do it too, Zhou Chen. I can do it too."

"And me, add me in, I can do everything for you."

"I can warm your bed."

"........."

Zhou Chen's answer was just one word.

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 294 Classic sketch, satisfied leader

Because of his high physical and mental strength, Zhou Chen is still very energetic.

Even after a day of military training, he still had energy to spare and could be full of energy as long as he slept about six hours a day.

There was still some time before his bedtime, so Zhou Chen did not waste it. He took out his notebook and started writing Zhu Xian.

Without a computer, I can only write by hand, which is really tiring and wastes a lot of notebooks.

Fortunately, after more than half a month of practice, he has become accustomed to handwriting and his handwriting speed has also improved. However, compared with typing on a computer, his efficiency is still much lower.

As for the program that Chief of Staff Zhao wanted, Zhou Chen was not in a hurry. For him, it would only take a few days to produce it.

Just because it's ready doesn't mean he has to give it to him right away. He also wants to use this to give himself some free time at night, so it doesn't matter how long he delays, as long as he gives it to him within the stipulated time.

The fact that Zhou Chen did not attend evening self-study caused a huge reaction in the class of Renhe Medical College. Both boys and girls were envious, and some even wanted to emulate Zhou Chen, but in the end they were ruthlessly suppressed by the instructors.

The two instructors were actually quite dissatisfied with Zhou Chen's absence from the evening class, but when they learned that this was the order of Chief of Staff Zhao, they could only accept it with a pinch of their noses.

In this way, Zhou Chen trained with everyone during the day and returned to the dormitory to "create" at night. His life was very good.

Zhou Chen's comfort really made other people in the dormitory jealous and envious, but they had no choice but to complain a few times every time.

Zhou Chen naturally didn't bother to argue with them and just focused on his own creation. After a month, he had written more than 100,000 words for "Zhu Xian" and more than 20,000 words for "San Zhong Men".

A month has passed since he submitted his manuscript, but he hasn't received a reply yet. This makes Zhou Chen very depressed. He thinks his efficiency is too low.

The reply is so slow even in the vicinity of Yanjing. If it is sent to other cities, wouldn’t it be even slower?

This made Zhou Chen very helpless, and he missed the decades later when submitting articles was not so troublesome and he would get a reply within a few days at the latest, instead of waiting anxiously like this.

Although there has been no response to his submission, his novel has already become popular in the military camp.

Because the handwritten copy that Gu Ming gave to Xiao Hong had been circulated, many girls from other schools went to Zhao Yingnan's dormitory to copy it.

One passes to two, two passes to three...

Gradually, The Three Doors written by Zhou Chen became a big hit in the military camp. Countless students had read his book, and he became the object of admiration of countless students.

When walking on the street, there were always people greeting Zhou Chen, and many people even urged him to update his work in person, which made Zhou Chen very uncomfortable.

It didn't matter if people urged him to update his work online, but it was too embarrassing for him to be urged by so many people in real life.

During this period, Qiu Shui and Xiao Hong, the happy enemies, never stopped playing around. They were always fighting and quarreling, and one night they even secretly went to the studio to record a song. What's more, they were discovered by two instructors who were patrolling.

In order to cover up Xiao Hong's departure, Qiu Shui himself was caught red-handed. This incident aroused the instructor's anger, and he asked Qiu Shui to confess which girl he had a secret meeting with.

Qiu Shui was not stupid, so of course he couldn't say it out loud, so he took all the responsibility alone.