I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

At the entrance to the outhouse, Cao Meng stuffed his white gloves into his pocket and waved to Wu Hanfeng and the other four.

"Okay, let's go back."

As Wu Hanfeng and the other three, including Zhao Yihang, walked out of the dry toilet area, they bumped into Song Yizhou, who was coming from the direction of the playground.

Song Yizhou is in a good mood today.

To be precise, he was in a very good mood today.

As the squad leader of the first squad of the first company, he was assigned the soldier he was most looking forward to in the whole company—Wu Hanfeng, a veteran who had been in and out of the company four times and had served for seven years before coming to participate in the pre-promotion training for key personnel.

This soldier exuded a strange energy that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He would lead four privates in a skit while running, wipe his plate so clean it looked like a mirror when he ate, and always had a smile on his face when he spoke. You couldn't tell if he was genuinely stupid or just pretending, or if he was truly good-tempered or just harboring ill intentions.

Song Yizhou had been a squad leader in the training team for so many years, what kind of soldiers hadn't he seen?

He could see through any person at a glance—stubborn, arrogant, slippery, dazed, crying, or making a fuss—and then prescribe the right remedy to train them until they were completely submissive.

But he couldn't see through Wu Hanfeng.

If you can't figure out a soldier, you have to probe his background.

And dry toilets are the best test.

He knew those dry toilets all too well.

Last year, when the trainees were cleaning, he was supervising them and watched as two soldiers ran out to vomit while cleaning. After vomiting, they came back and continued cleaning, only to vomit again. In the end, after a full four hours of this, the white gloves still failed the inspection.

Later, the class monitor was severely scolded by Cao Meng, and the whole class had to stand at attention outside the toilet all night. He still vividly remembers that miserable situation.

How well could Wu Hanfeng, with only four first-year soldiers, clean the dry toilet in two hours?

The answer is obvious even to a fool.

So when Song Yizhou saw Wu Hanfeng and his four companions, he immediately put on a concerned smile—the standard, old squad leader's smile, both gentle and with a hint of schadenfreude.

"How is it? Is the dry toilet cleaned alright?" Song Yizhou asked.

Wu Hanfeng stood at attention and replied, "Reporting to the squad leader, the cleaning is finished."

"Finished cleaning?" Song Yizhou raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking that the answer was quite straightforward, probably because he had given up.

He chuckled twice. "You got yelled at during the inspection, didn't you? It's okay, it's okay. I know those outhouses; they are indeed dirtier, so it's normal that they didn't meet the standards."

"But rules are rules. Since you didn't clean it properly, everyone in Class One will have to sleep on the floor in the outhouse tonight."

He emphasized the words "all the students in Class 1" and his gaze swept across the faces of Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei behind Wu Hanfeng.

Then his gaze swept over the other students from the first class who were peeking out from the corridor.

The students' faces turned pale instantly.

Sleeping on the floor in an outhouse?

Forget about sleeping in that place, you could be traumatized just by standing there for two minutes!

Even in winter, the flavor is enough to make you drink a whole pot!

Song Yizhou was very satisfied with the result. He wanted the whole class to share the consequences; that was the rule of the training team.

If one person messes up, the whole class suffers. You either do your job to the best of your ability, or you have to bear the resentment of the whole class. There is no third way.

But Wu Hanfeng's reaction was completely unexpected.

The veteran from the second term tilted his head slightly, his face still bearing that unwavering calm expression: "Reporting, squad leader, Captain Cao gave the sanitation inspection of the dry toilet a perfect score."

Song Yizhou's smile froze on his face.

"What did you say?"

"Perfect score?"

"Perfect score." Wu Hanfeng nodded and said, "Captain Cao and three squad leaders inspected it, and the result was perfect score. Captain Cao said it himself."

Song Yizhou felt as if a string in his mind had snapped.

Full marks?

Dry toilet?

White glove inspection?

Can it still get a perfect score?

How the hell can these words be put together like that?

He had been in the training team for so many years and had led more than a dozen classes of trainees. The highest score he had ever seen for a dry toilet hygiene inspection was a "pass". That was because the captain in charge of the inspection had a cold and his nose was stuffy, so he couldn't smell anything and just touched it twice with his gloves and that was it.

Afterwards, someone said that the toilet was actually not cleaned properly, but Cao Meng was just too lazy to make a fuss about it.

A perfect score? A dry toilet? Isn't that a fantasy?

"Impossible." Song Yizhou blurted out those three words unconsciously, only realizing his lapse in composure afterward. He quickly cleared his throat, forcing himself to steady his voice, "I mean, are you sure it's a perfect score?"

"Confirmed." Wu Hanfeng nodded. "The recorder noted it on the spot: the first shift's dry toilet hygiene inspection—full marks. The only one in the entire brigade to get a full marks."

Upon hearing this, the students from Class One behind Song Yizhou were overjoyed.

They no longer have to sleep on the floor in the outhouse!

But Song Yizhou was not happy at all.

He stared at Wu Hanfeng's calm and composed face.

What exactly happened to this second-term veteran?

He led four soldiers in a five-kilometer armed march, his plates in the mess hall were polished to a shine like mirrors, and he even got the only perfect score in the entire brigade for cleaning the dry toilet?

Was he really that good, or did he just get incredibly lucky?

"I'll go take a look." Song Yizhou said these four words and turned to stride towards the outhouse.

Seeing this, the class monitors from other classes also followed out of curiosity.

When the group arrived at the entrance of the outhouse, a crowd had already gathered there.

When they saw the sanitation in the dry toilet, they were all dumbfounded.

This looks even cleaner than the new toilets in the barracks!

How did Wu Hanfeng and his four companions clean up?

Even if you lick it with your tongue, you can't get it this clean!

Given these standards, giving it full marks seems reasonable.

When Song Yizhou returned and looked at Wu Hanfeng, Zhao Yihang, and the others again, his expression became even more complicated.

In the end, all I could say was, "Well done."

"Go back now. Regular drills this afternoon."

Wu Hanfeng saluted, then turned and led the four of them back to their dormitory.