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Chapter 39 Can Chu Zhao even fold a blanket? His housekeeping skills are definitely the worst! [Plea

"Xiao Zhao, I'll see you off here."

"Section Chief, thank you so much for your help these past few days."

"..."

Under the watchful eye of the sentry.

An Audi A6 bearing the division's license plate smoothly drove into the training team's gate.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Chu Zhao was no longer as weak as he had been a few days ago. Instead, he was full of energy and chatted happily with the head of the propaganda department behind him the whole way.

The black Audi drove slowly through the camp and eventually stopped in front of the dormitory building of the Fifth Company.

"Section Chief, shall I head back now?"

Upon hearing this, the head of the publicity department first smiled and nodded, then adopted a rather serious expression and reminded Chu Zhao.

"Don't forget, you still owe me an interview!"

"I'm getting old, not like you young people, so please don't keep me waiting too long!"

"Don't worry, Section Chief!"

Chu Zhao smiled confidently, exuding the spiritedness that one should have at his age!

"Within two years at most, I will definitely give you a news story worthy of being published in the PLA Daily!"

"Could you please have the propaganda officer in the division practice his photography during this time, so he can take some good pictures of me?"

"Hahaha! Great!"

"Goodbye, Section Chief!"

After saying goodbye to the head of the propaganda department, Chu Zhao opened the car door and stood in the unfamiliar yet familiar camp area.

Two figures had been waiting for a long time at the entrance of the dormitory building.

Seeing Chu Zhao get out of the car, Tao Jianhua and Ye Pengfei quickly came to greet him.

"Chu Zhao..."

Ye Pengfei was the first to approach Chu Zhao. He stammered for a long time but couldn't utter a coherent sentence.

Ye Pengfei was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped himself, cursing inwardly for his stubborn mouth that wouldn't listen to him.

He had already figured out how to apologize to Chu Zhao, and even secretly went to the store and practiced it over and over again by himself.

Upon seeing Chu Zhao, he felt as if he had entered a martial arts arena, and he was so nervous that he could barely speak.

As Ye Pengfei grew increasingly anxious, he had no choice but to abruptly shift his gaze to the dormitory building behind Chu Zhao.

It's strange, really.

The moment Ye Pengfei shifted his gaze from Chu Zhao, he regained his ability to speak, his face flushed red, and he stammered out a sentence.

"What happened a while ago...was my fault for not being polite..."

"We shouldn't make wild guesses based solely on first impressions..."

"The class monitor apologizes to you, right..."

Before Ye Pengfei could finish speaking, Chu Zhao blinked and asked somewhat abruptly.

"Squad leader, did my hospital stay interfere with training?"

Ye Pengfei was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to come to his senses before he shook his head vigorously.

"No, it's not delayed. All the new recruits in our class only arrived yesterday. The opening ceremony will be held tomorrow to officially begin new recruit training."

"That's great!"

With a sigh of relief, Chu Zhao took the initiative to tug at Ye Pengfei's sleeve, expressing his eagerness.

"Squad leader, could you please introduce me to my new comrades?"

"Training starts tomorrow, I can't possibly not even know all the guys in my class, can I?"

"..."

Chu Zhao chattered on and on about what had happened in the past few days to Ye Pengfei, while walking into the building.

It wasn't until he was about to enter that Chu Zhao seemed to remember there was someone else at the door.

"Company commander, the squad leader and I are heading back now!"

"Hey...go ahead!"

"Learn from your class monitor and practice hard!"

"yes!"

He made an "OK" gesture towards Tao Jianhua.

Chu Zhao acted as if nothing had happened, pulling the still somewhat bewildered Ye Pengfei along, and disappeared through the door.

Tao Jianhua didn't rush in. Instead, he stood at the doorway, a smile on his face, seemingly lost in thought.

"That brat..."

I don't know how much time passed.

Tao Jianhua shook his head and walked briskly into the building.

Class 5, inside the dormitory.

The eight new recruits were sweating profusely, struggling with their blankets.

There's an old saying that goes, "The camp remains, but the soldiers come and go."

Comrades who have developed deep bonds and become as close as brothers will part ways with the end of the military season, never to meet again in this lifetime.

In the military.

The first thing every soldier must get used to is saying goodbye.

Comrades will leave, squad leaders will leave, even the dog squad leader at the camp gate will leave.

Only the military blanket that covers them every day will silently accompany each soldier, never leaving their side.

It is precisely for this reason that many veterans have a deep affection for their blankets.

Even if they don't want their uniform when they leave the army, they still want to take their tattered quilt, which they've used for several years, back with them.

However, the new recruits in the third platoon have no idea what this feeling is like.

Quite the opposite.

If they had a choice, they would rather sleep in their clothes at night than fiddle with this tattered, green blanket every day!

If you don't need to fold the blankets.

Then they could sleep comfortably until the reveille, instead of having to open their eyes before the sun even rises, fighting off sleepiness, just to make this damn blanket!

Ye Pengfei had already been in a bad mood these past two days.

This resulted in him having extremely low tolerance for the quilts of the new recruits in his class.

In less than two days, the blankets for the new recruits of the third platoon had appeared in many places.

The corridor... the water room... the lawn outside the building... there's even a toilet, but it's just not on the bed where it should be!

If it were just a matter of throwing blankets, Ye Pengfei would also call the person in charge and give them a good scolding, making all the new recruits tremble with fear. They didn't dare to chat in the classroom when they had nothing to do, and could only bury their heads and pound on the blankets!

Press down... pinch the thread... button the corners...

These seemingly ordinary actions, after being repeated hundreds of times, have become a form of torture that leaves the new recruits drenched in sweat.

Even though Ye Pengfei wasn't there at the moment, the new recruits didn't dare to slack off.

Because they didn't want to face Ye Pengfei's gloomy, sour face, and they didn't want their blankets to appear in the smelly toilet!

Thinking of this, they suddenly felt extremely envious of Chu Zhao, who had not shown up for a long time.

Since Chu Zhao was away, Ye Pengfei had been in charge of making his quilt for the past few days. It was now neatly and properly placed on Chu Zhao's bedside.

"call..."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Li Jiahao looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction.

He turned his gaze, intending to find a long-lost sense of superiority in the other people's blankets, only to find that many new recruits were silently looking at Chu Zhao's bed, their eyes filled with envy.

Seeing this, Li Jiahao knew what they were thinking, and immediately spoke up, half seriously and half defiantly.

"Don't envy him!"

"He's had a good few days now, but the real suffering is yet to come!"

"Think about it, no matter how well we fold them, at least we know how to fold them into neat squares!"

"But Chu Zhao now... probably doesn't even know how to fold a blanket, and he hasn't bothered with the stitching or the corners at all!"

"When he comes back, his roommates will definitely be the worst in the class. From now on, the class monitor will be throwing his blanket into the toilet every day!"