Chapter 70 A "Guest" is coming! [Please give me a monthly ticket! Please read on! ]
Walking out of the company headquarters, Zhao Weihong immediately saw Zhang Biao guarding the stairs.
"Deputy squad leader!"
Seeing Zhao Weihong, Zhang Biao pulled him downstairs.
"You finally came out."
"What does the instructor want you to do? Is he going to ask you to copy that crappy education?"
".We'll talk about this later."
Zhao Weihong calmly broke free from his arms and looked at Zhang Biao in confusion.
"Didn't I ask you to go find the monitor?"
"What are you doing here?"
"The monitor said that our class is a unit and we have to act together. Let me come up and wait for you."
"I think that's the reason."
"Besides, you are the number one contributor to our class winning the mobile red flag!"
"This is at least a celebration ceremony. How embarrassing it would be if you weren't there?"
"Right?"
"Deputy squad leader, deputy squad leader?"
"Why don't you leave?"
Zhao Weihong suddenly stopped on the stairs, her lips tightly pursed into a straight line as if cut out, her eyes extremely complicated.
A whole. huh?
Until a few seconds ago, Zhao Weihong's understanding of "a whole" was that if other recruits committed a crime, he would be punished as well.
To be honest, Zhao Weihong had only known the other recruits for a few days.
It is indeed difficult to cultivate any kind of feelings.
It is precisely for this reason that Zhao Weihong’s obsession with the mobile red flag comes more from the desire to “complete the task”.
Rather than any responsibility.
As a member of the "whole", you should shoulder the responsibility.
Because of this mentality, even Zhao Weihong herself didn't realize it.
In order to complete this task, he unconsciously put himself in a higher position.
A position that is separated from the "whole" of a class.
"Deputy class leader?"
Zhao Weihong glanced at Zhang Biao, and her complex and erratic eyes gradually became solid and regained their former clarity.
Yes.
This is what the so-called "whole" should look like!
Good fortune and misfortune are interdependent, honor and disgrace are compatible.
When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed!
Zhao Weihong shook her head gently, without explaining much to Zhang Biao, and just spoke lightly.
"fine."
"Let's go."
As I walked out of the dormitory, the north wind whistled towards me.
Not far from the door, Quan Shigan and others were shivering from the cold.
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Then join the ranks!"
"Yes!"
Shi Jidong put on his signature evil smile, suddenly raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the dry toilet.
"Okay, now we are all here."
"Target, big toilet!"
"Step together, let's go!"
During this time, countless recruits rushed back to the dormitory to prepare for a nap.
Zhao Weihong and others "went upstream" and, under the curious gazes of others, they unconsciously showed their highest queue level and strode towards the dry toilet!
"Take it out."
"Yes!"
Zhang Biao chuckled and deftly flipped out "Tashan."
"Squad leader, here you go."
It was not until Shi Jidong held the cigarette in his mouth expressionlessly that Zhang Biao distributed the cigarettes to other recruits and also gave one to Zhao Weihong.
“I don’t smoke”
Zhao Weihong originally wanted to say that he didn't smoke.
But Zhang Biao had already taken out his lighter and was looking at Shi Jidong with anticipation.
"Watch what I do?"
"What? You want me to light it for you?"
"How dare I!"
Shi Jidong's attitude is equivalent to acquiescence.
"Thank you monitor!"
"Hiss, thank me?"
Exhaling a cloud of thick white mist, Shi Jidong pouted at Zhao Weihong who was still in a daze. "Your deputy squad leader should be thanked."
"Thank you, Deputy Class Leader!"
Everyone accepted the advice readily and some even wanted to kowtow to Zhao Weihong.
Even Ma Weijie was expressing his gratitude to Zhao Weihong from the bottom of his heart at this moment.
After a while.
The dry toilet was suddenly filled with smoke.
In fact, not all Zhang Biao and others are addicted to smoking.
After all, I am still young.
Most of the time, it's still in a state of "can smoke or not".
But now, no one would refuse the cigarette handed by Zhang Biao.
Because they don’t want to miss this hard-earned pastime, this opportunity to feel like they’re still “alive.”
The Army is an island.
People inside want to get out, and people outside want to come in.
The boundary between "going out" and "coming in" is sometimes very thin, as thin as a light registration form.
Sometimes it's very thick.
It is so thick that it is a luxury to live an ordinary life as you please.
In this era without MP4, mobile phones, and tablets.
Whether it is Shi Jidong or other recruits.
Their only entertainment, the only thing that reminds them of their life before joining the army and connects them to the rapidly moving and developing outside world.
It's the cigarette in this hand that seems like it will burn out at any time.
"Bah."
The flames shot up, burning the tobacco red.
Shi Jidong looked at Zhao Weihong with interest, and saw him grit his teeth and take a deep breath.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"No, I still can't get used to this thing!"
"Hahahaha!"
Amidst the lively laughter.
Clouds of smoke floated out of the dry toilet and rolled into the sky.
It brings everyone's feeling called "homesickness" to the cloud.
There is an old saying in the army.
After Wednesday, I climbed a mountain.
It’s after Friday and there’s still one morning left!
As the name suggests, the new recruits of the 347th Regiment only need to endure one more morning and then they will have their first rest day after arriving at the barracks!
No matter how strict the squad leader is, he would not easily do anything weird at this time.
Because they have to let the new recruits taste the sweetness of "rest days" so that they can develop a fear of having their rest days taken away!
Entertainment equipment such as chess, checkers, and poker, along with a dozen magazines, were distributed to the new recruits.
The new recruits gathered in the study room, laughing and talking, and learned how to find joy in hardship without any instruction.
But this excitement has nothing to do with Zhao Weihong.
"Tear it!"
"grass!"
After cursing his mother fiercely, Zhao Weihong put the torn manuscript into his pocket and tried his best not to pay attention to the waves of laughter that were getting louder and louder in the study room.
"Zhao Weihong, you can do it!"
Take a deep breath and calm yourself.
Zhao Weihong picked up the pen and looked at the densely packed handwriting again.
"Meditation. Meditation"
"Keep Calm"
In the silent dormitory, the rustling sound of writing accompanied by Zhao Weihong's muttering continued to ring out, and it tended to get faster and faster.
At the same time, the headquarters of the 347th Regiment.
A sturdy figure wearing a coat walked out of the building quickly with the gait of a dragon or a tiger.
A camouflaged military vehicle was parked at the door, seemingly waiting for his arrival.
"Phew, it's quite cold."
Wrapping himself in his coat, Chang Dingfang got directly into the military vehicle.
His communicator had already sat in the driver's seat. After Chang Dingfang sat down, he turned around and asked.
"Captain, shall we set off directly?"
"Ah."
Chang Dingfang looked at the sky outside the window.
Dark clouds rolled in, and faint snowflakes were falling.
"Go to the teaching team!"
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