I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhou Ming, the squad leader of the third squad, was curled up on the bed with his legs bent and his arms wrapped around himself.

He was tightly protecting something that was emitting a faint light in his arms.

That posture was just like a hamster guarding its food.

His eyes widened.

The light streaming in through the doorway was reflected in his pupils.

And the figure in the light wearing a silver-gray helmet and a navy blue uniform.

The figure was looking down at him.

The helmet's shadow covered most of his face, revealing only a slightly upturned corner of his mouth.

Zhou Ming's gaze swept over the silver helmet.

My gaze swept over the navy blue uniform, and over the red armbands on the cuffs.

I glanced at the four characters "Military Police" on the armband.

His brain exploded with a bang.

Military police conduct room checks in the middle of the night!

He was caught red-handed by the military police!

Comrade Zhou Ming.

"Staying up late at night, playing on your phone under the covers, is that fun?"

Zhou Ming, who was initially panicked, suddenly froze upon hearing this voice.

He recognized the voice.

During the day on the training field, this voice was kept under constant surveillance by the four company commanders and their squad leaders.

No matter how difficult things get, they never blush; they are always polite and courteous, to the point that you can't find fault with them.

Wu Hanfeng.

Wu Hanfeng is the military police officer.

What the hell?

Am I dreaming?

He subconsciously pinched his thigh.

The pain from the needle prick instantly brought him to his senses.

Damn, this isn't a dream!

What the hell is that?

"Wu...Wu Hanfeng? What's wrong with you...your outfit..."

"Military Inspector." Wu Hanfeng pointed to the badge on his chest. "Would you like to see it?"

Zhou Ming: "???"

"Aren't you a cadet? How did you become a military police officer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone slipped out from between his stiff fingers.

The screen was up, lying on the bed sheet, still lit.

On the screen is a plate of freshly cooked braised pork knuckle, with a rich sauce and tender, juicy meat.

Wu Hanfeng glanced down at the screen, then looked up at Zhou Ming.

Are you hungry?

Zhou Ming: "I just...didn't eat enough tonight...I'm just looking at this to satisfy my craving..."

Wu Hanfeng bent down, pinched the corner of the phone, and picked it up.

He flipped the screen and glanced at the list of running programs.

"Squad Leader Zhou, you call this watching videos to satisfy your cravings?"

On the screen, a mobile game is also displayed below the short video app.

The game paused, and the low-health character was about to be ganged up on by five people.

The chat window was filled with teammates' frantic question marks.

Zhou Ming stared at the chat box; his blood pressure was even lower than that of the character with low health.

The snoring from the bed by the window suddenly stopped.

Cheng Lin was woken up by the noise and groggily turned over.

"Old Zhou, what are you doing...?"

He muttered to himself, his gaze slowly focusing.

Then I saw the figure standing by Zhou Ming's bedside.

Navy blue uniform, silver-gray helmet, red armband.

Cheng Lin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He sprang up as if he'd been electrocuted, his back slamming against the wall.

"Three...three...three..."

"Good evening, Squad Leader Cheng." Wu Hanfeng turned his head and nodded slightly to him.

"Excuse me for disturbing you. Please cooperate and stay in bed without moving."

"Wu...Wu Hanfeng?" Cheng Lin recognized Wu Hanfeng, and like Zhou Ming, he was exhausted!

Wu Hanfeng was too lazy to explain why he was a military police officer, so he took out his badge and waved it in front of them.

"In the military, no idiot would be so foolish as to impersonate a military police officer."

"As for why I am a training cadet and why I am a military police officer, you will find out later."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Lin and Zhou Ming were puzzled, but they also felt that it made sense.

Cheng Lin frantically scanned Zhou Ming out of the corner of his eye.

Silently asking: What the hell did you do?

Zhou Ming replied with an emoji that looked even uglier than crying, and pointed at the phone.

Cheng Lin immediately looked at him with sympathy.

He recalled the conversation he had with several squad leaders during the day.

"That veteran Wu Hanfeng from the second term seems easy to talk to; he's probably a pushover."

Persimmon my ass.

They are military police.

With the silver helmet on, not only the squad leader, but even the company commander would have to stand obediently.

Wu Hanfeng ignored Cheng Lin's inner monologue.

He waved his phone in his hand.

"Squad Leader Zhou, you are violating regulations by using your cell phone after lights out."

"Browse short videos and play mobile games."

Zhou Ming opened his mouth, but Wu Hanfeng suddenly said with a look of disappointment:

"Furthermore, your positioning in this team fight was problematic."

"You should have flanked and targeted the marksman, but you were hiding in the bushes and AFK, resulting in your teammates being wiped out in a 4v5 situation."

"You play the top lane, right? You'll be filling in as jungler this game." Wu Hanfeng shook his head.

"I suggest you focus on playing the top lane from now on, and don't touch other lanes, as you'll easily lose points."

Zhou Ming: "..."

Dude, is this the time to discuss how to play games?

Zhou Ming's expression changed from fear to bewilderment.

He was caught violating the rules, and the other party was actually commenting on his game skills?

Cheng Lin listened in stunned silence.

Wu Hanfeng took out a black-covered notebook, opened it, and removed the pen cap.

"Zhou Ming, squad leader of the third squadron."

"Using a mobile phone for entertainment after lights out is a serious violation of the regulations on work and rest management."

"The phone is temporarily confiscated."

Zhou Ming's lips trembled as he watched his phone being stuffed into his uniform pocket.

That was a new phone he had just gotten last week, paid off in twelve installments, and he had only just finished the first payment.

"Also," Wu Hanfeng said, closing his notebook and looking up at Zhou Ming.

"You're the first person I pulled out of bed tonight."

"I'll give you special treatment."

Zhou Ming's heart was in his throat.

"Go down to the playground, walk around the lamppost, and write a 10,000-word self-criticism by hand."

"Give it to me before dawn."

Zhou Ming's vision went black.

Ten thousand words?

"May I ask... why is it a lamppost?"

"Because someone is already writing under the lamppost," Wu Hanfeng said with a slight smile.

"Stay together and look after each other."

Is someone already writing about it?

Zhou Ming froze and looked at Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin was also looking at him, and both of them had the same confusion in their eyes.

"Don't just stand there." Wu Hanfeng pointed to the doorway.

"Take your notebook and pen, and go downstairs."

Zhou Ming mechanically picked up the notebook and pen.

Slipping on her slippers, she moved step by step toward the door.

He stopped abruptly at the door and turned back.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

"By day you're a trainee, by night you're a disciplinary inspector..."

"Are you here for training or...?"

Wu Hanfeng tilted his head slightly.

"I'm here for training. I'll also take this opportunity to correct your less-than-ideal nighttime habits."

Zhou Ming: "..."

He turned around and walked down the stairs with a look of utter despair.

Cheng Lin watched Zhou Ming's figure disappear at the top of the stairs.

He slowly shrank back into bed and pulled the blanket over his head.

He silently vowed to himself: starting tomorrow, he would never bring his cell phone into the dormitory.

No, just lock the locker.

In the corridor, Wu Hanfeng stood at the doorway and looked down at the notebook.

Tonight's harvest was good.

He lifted his foot and continued walking forward.