My liver skills in the military camp

Wu Shiqi actually felt quite complicated. Last time he called me Captain Wu, but this time he called me Xiao Wu?

But he didn't dare to say it, and he couldn't answer the question. He could only show an awkward but polite smile.

After laughing enough, Nie Haifeng came to his senses and asked about Ye Fei.

"What's that recruit's name? Ye"

Wu Shiqi quickly took over the conversation and reminded.

"Ye Fei."

"Yes, yes, Ye Fei, why is this name so familiar?"

"Is he the recruit who entered the hospital two days ago?"

After receiving Wu Shiqi's affirmative reply, Nie Haifeng's face suddenly became serious.

"With so many days of training, you can still perform such a good goose step. How did you train this soldier?"

Wu Shiqi looked straight at Nie Haifeng, not knowing how to speak.

If you ask me, who should I ask? I don’t understand either!

Seeing that Wu Shiqi didn't speak, Nie Haifeng immediately understood that he didn't know either.

Nie Haifeng instinctively wanted to scold Wu Shiqi, but then he thought, forget it, after all, he had just finished blushing, so he might as well be gentler.

After thinking for a moment, Nie Haifeng asked.

"What is this soldier's position in the squad now?"

"Deputy squad leader of the second class, as soon as Zhang Yu comes back, he will be elected as the deputy squad leader."

Wu Shiqi replied.

"Zhang Yu thinks highly of him."

"Next week for the internal affairs inspection, I will go to your squadron to see how the soldiers are doing with their internal affairs."

"Get out of here now, you're going to drink it all, right?"

When he mentioned what happened last time, Nie Haifeng suddenly became furious. The scene of him being scolded bloody by the captain and the political commissar was still in front of his eyes. He immediately saw how Wu Shiqi didn't like it and kicked him out.

Wu Shiqi quickly stood up, saluted, and ran away in despair.

When Wu Shiqi went back, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became!

Didn't you make me drink it?

"Squadron Three! Two tolerance officers in each class!"

After the lunch break, the second platoon leader blew the whistle on time and asked each class to send people to the canteen to make buns.

Before leaving, Zhang Yu was a little worried and warned.

"Get your house in order and don't let down your squad deputy's good intentions."

"If anything happens, go next door and see the squad leader."

Yang Ye and others immediately patted their chests and promised.

"Don't worry, squad leader, I will definitely surprise you and the squad deputy when I come back!"

Zhang Yu felt relieved and followed Ye Fei out.

Seeing the two men leaving, the remaining recruits in the second class looked at each other, took out their chopsticks from their pockets, and began to fix their quilts.

Ye Fei has done this, how can they not appreciate it?

Why don’t you just spend the afternoon repairing your quilt? Just do it!

In the corridor, the second platoon leader was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Yu.

"First Platoon Commander, where's the bun guy in your class? Why are you still out?"

Zhang Yu waved his hand and said.

"It's okay. The new recruits in our class are fixing their quilts in the class. I and our class deputy will just go there."

The second platoon leader couldn't help but be in awe, feeling deeply that Zhang Yu was able to bring out good soldiers for a reason, and he didn't waste any nonsense, so he walked straight to the cafeteria with the servants of each squad.

In the army, it is tradition to make buns every Saturday afternoon.

Considering that few of these recruits have ever held a rolling pin, let alone making buns at home, there are two or three cooks at the table of each squadron responsible for teaching.

Two pots of white flour and a large pot of stuffing, this is what Ye Fei wants to eliminate this afternoon.

In fact, it's good to have a bun, it's more comfortable than training, but can these platoon leaders make this group of recruits so comfortable?

When soldiers from different units come together, it is inevitable that they will behave differently, and each team leader and platoon leader will add fuel to the fire.

Soon, the recruits in the cafeteria began to compete in squadron-making competition on how fast they could make the buns. However, the buns did not look very good when they came out. If the buns were not exposed, they would be victorious.

After a while, many recruits were sweating profusely, and their wrists were sore and swollen.

Looking at Ye Fei on the side, he was humming a tune, slowly twisting his skillful hands together, and a round little bun suddenly appeared in Ye Fei's hand.

A light curtain emerged.

[Pastry skill proficiency +0.5%]

Ye Fei was a little stunned when he saw the system prompt.

Can this unlock a skill?

It's good. If you keep it like this for a few years, at least Ye Fei won't have to worry about employment after he retires from the army. Opening a pastry shop might earn more than Ye Fei did as a soldier.

As the last drawer of steamed buns was delivered to the cooking class, Ye Fei's errand for today was finally over.

The recruits around Ye Fei moved their sore and swollen wrists and wanted to complain. They looked at the second platoon leader on the side and held back.

After standing in line in front of the cafeteria, Ye Fei followed the queue back to the dormitory.

In the dormitory, Yang Ye and others had worked hard today. The other recruits took advantage of the break to play cards and chess in the class. They poked at the quilt with chopsticks all afternoon and almost got into a fight.

The reason was that there was a recruit in the second class who was tired and wanted to take a break and play cards or something. Zhang Yu was not there anyway, so he was scolded by several people, including Yang Ye.

Do you still want to be lazy? What do you think? Are you worthy of the class deputy’s hard work?

In this way, relying on mutual supervision, none of the new recruits in the second class took advantage of the situation, and they were all working hard to do a good job in housekeeping.

In fact, Zhang Yu made a judgment on Ye Feiwei at noon, but it was just in vain.

It's not that he doubts the abilities of everyone in the second class, it's just that he knows the recruits too well.

I muddle along, have poor self-discipline, and basically no sense of collective honor. The biggest motivation for working hard to complete various tasks is the fear of being punished.

With both nominal managers in the class absent, can these new recruits resist the temptation to take a break?

The reason why Zhang Yu agreed to Ye Fei's proposal was to take this opportunity to tell him a truth.

Sometimes, good intentions can lead to bad things.

When he returned to the class, the first thing Zhang Yu did was to check how everyone in the second class was doing with their quilts.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu was severely surprised.

The quilts of everyone in the second class in front of me can be regarded as standard tofu blocks when they are folded flat and at right angles. Although they still have many shortcomings, they are still much better than the grinning "tank quilts" from before.

Zhang Yu was shocked in his heart, but the expression on his face was unwavering. He casually said "It was okay" and announced that everyone had passed the test.

"Nais!"

Seeing the recognition, Class 2 immediately cheered and gathered around Ye Fei.

"Deputy monitor! You passed the test as monitor, that promise of yours"

Hearing this, Ye Fei said happily.

"After dinner, let the squad leader take us to the big toilet, and then we'll leave for you!"

"The class deputy is awesome!"

Ye Fei quickly waved his hand and said nervously.

"Whatever you say depends on whether the squad leader agrees or not!"

Hearing this, the second class recruits immediately gathered around Zhang Yu's bed and looked at Zhang Yu with expectant eyes.

Being stared at by so many people gave Zhang Yu goosebumps.

"Look at your potential."

"If you have the ability to take back the mobile red flag, what can you eat that is not better than smoking?"

"Okay, stop hanging around and go after dinner."

Yang Ye quickly took the lead and thanked Zhang Yu loudly.

"Thank you monitor!"