After talking with Zhou Huping, Zhang Heping has completely put down his figure as an officer, and has seriously become a student soldier in the seventh class.

Even so, in the short term, Zhang Heping is still unable to gain a sense of identity.

Time can tell everything, also, Zhang Heping needs time.

However, he still gained his first friend in Division 1 not long after.

And this friend is solemn.

The reason is very simple. The National Day is coming, and the teaching brigade has to do some activities.

The troops engaged in activities, except for military games and some ball games, basically nothing new.

Instructor Wang Chenglin is going to change careers at the end of this year, so before leaving, with the idea of ​​being a soldier for a day and standing on a 24-hour post, Lao Wang decided to add a unique competition to the popular basketball game.

Since all the soldiers in the teaching brigade are absolutely developed, Lao Wang does not plan to organize several squadrons to compete in obstacles like in previous years, or to pull all the squad leaders to the shooting range for a shooting competition. Anyway, there will be a big competition at the end of the month. The training team had been training in **** every day, so it would be better to leave some physical strength for the soldiers.

So, he announced a decision within the scope of his authority - during the National Day of "11th", the teaching brigade will hold an essay and speech contest with the theme of "patriotism, love for the party, and love for the army".

Wen Zhixing is a veteran officer who has been in the training team for many years, but this is the first time he has seen such a scrumptious competition in such an environment where people shout and kill every day.

The hands of those soldiers are experts in holding guns and grenades, and writing the text...

It seems out of reach.

"Old Wang, will this competition be..." In Wen Zhixing's opinion, this kind of competition that involves writing is probably more popular with soldiers without direct action. He worries that the event will be too cold, or that it may be written out. The quality of the gadgets is not high, and Wang Chenglin will not end well by then.

He was afraid that Wang Chenglin's face wouldn't hold up, so he wanted to say "unwelcome", but he held back after thinking about it.

"Will it be too complicated? It's an essay and a speech. I think it's better to have a recitation competition. The books in the reading room of each squadron are ready-made."

However, Wang Chenglin said with confidence: "Old Wen, we can't stop thinking about more than ten years ago. Today's soldiers are much better educated than we were back then. If they can't even write a decent article, what will happen in the future? Taking the military academy? The military academy also has a language test, so we can’t look at new things with old ideas.”

Wen Zhixing knew that he was far inferior to Wang Chenglin, who was engaged in political and ideological work, so he could only raise his hands and surrender.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, you are in charge of administrative workers, and I am in charge of training. You have the final say on activities."

The news quickly reached each squadron through the brigade correspondent.

This news caused quite a stir.

A bunch of big men are good at shooting and gunning, and it’s not a problem to run eight kilometers or ten kilometers, but if you write a main essay with a pen, you really would rather run several five kilometers to get it down.

Those who sign up are like mosquitoes in winter, which are rare.

A day later, the registration form for the brigade correspondent was still empty, not even a name.

Lao Wang felt a little regretful at the moment, and felt that he looked down on these students too highly.

Maybe I really should listen to my partner Wen Zhixing's words. It's okay to engage in activities. Let those students go to the reading room to find a book of poems, and excerpt a passage to recite it on stage.

Anyway, pre-reporting the monitor is to memorize the lesson plan. A lesson plan is at least a thousand words. It is not difficult to memorize a poem.

But what he said was the water that was poured out, and the instructor of the dignified teaching brigade could not eat back the orders he issued like shit.

Therefore, Lao Wang asked the correspondent to inform the squadrons - within 12 hours of each district team, they must prepare a manuscript to recite on the eleventh day, otherwise they will be named and criticized at the meeting.

The command is updated again.

This time, the officers and soldiers of each squadron complained one after another.

Now the third district team has no district captain, and there is only one Zhang Heping who is not the district captain but has the title of district captain, so the task of writing the manuscript falls on the head of the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun.

"Malle Gobi!"

That night, the eighth squad leader Qian Zhongjun was sitting beside the bed, with a stack of manuscript papers in front of him, and several crumpled scraps of scrap paper on the ground.

After writing a few openings, Qian Zhongjun felt that his head was about to explode.

"Don't write, don't write! It's harder than I have to rush to the top of the mountain ten times!"

He glanced at everyone in the row room, and asked loudly, "Who would write this **** recitation?"

The soldiers of the whole district team quickly lowered their heads. Some people dressed to go to the toilet, some people lowered their heads to sew their own camouflage uniforms, and some people pretended to bury their heads in writing lesson plans.

No one spoke.

Qian Zhongjun put the manuscript paper aside, thought for a while, and shouted to Zhuang Yan, "Come here, Zhuang Yan!"

Zhuang Yan's scalp went numb and he had to stand up.

"Come here." Qian Zhongjun's face was full of sinister smiles.

When Zhuang Yan came to the front, Qian Zhongjun said: "Zhuang Yan, I have been paying attention to you for a long time."

"Ah?" Zhuang Yan was stunned, "Squad leader, I'm not a woman, why are you paying attention to me?"

"Bah!" Qian Zhongjun said, "I didn't mean that. I suddenly remembered that your lesson plan is the best written among the students in the entire district..."

This time, Zhuang Yan completely understood.

Sima Zhao's heart!

The eighth squad leader, Qian Zhongjun, is going to push himself into the fire!

All the rest of the soldiers quietly peeked at the solemn, and covered their mouths with schadenfreude.

"Squad leader... My lesson plans are all well taught by the seventh squad leader. They are not at a high level. It's okay to fool the teachers. It's a game..." Zhuang Yan immediately shook his head into a rattle: "I don't think so, we will lose our district team. s face."

"Don't be afraid! To lose is to lose my face. If the instructor wants to scold my mother, he should scold me first, right?" Qian Zhongjun took Zhuang Yan's hand, stood up with the manuscript paper himself, and stuffed the thing into Zhuang Yan's hand.

"Squad leader, I really can't..." Zhuang Yan wanted to decline.

Qian Zhongjun's face became longer.

"What? Don't listen to me as the squad leader? I am the squad leader, this is an order, and it is also a political task! You must obey the order, and you must also be politically sensitive! Also, hand it over to me tomorrow morning, you can't hand it over, you see I won't punish you!"

After that, he sat back on the bench, waved his hand, and said happily, "Go, hurry up."

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to go back to his bed and sit on the small bench, holding a pen and biting the end of the pen, looking at the blank manuscript paper in front of him, his head was full of paste.

Wang Dazui laughed on the small bench next to him, and he could see a big mouth full of yellow teeth, and said, "Zhengyan, you are a talent in our district team, and you are the only one who is responsible for this kind of important task."

"roll!"

"I don't remember you said last time that you were very good at composition in elementary school?" Wang Dazui said, "You should write it as a primary school student."

"roll!"

Solemnly and painfully scratched his hair, which he couldn't grasp at all.

This is what he said, and it is true.

After living for 18 years, who hasn't had a glorious history or a moment of brilliance?

However, it was just the June 1 essay competition in the third grade of elementary school. The so-called winning essay of Zhuang Yan was a high imitation of Zhu Ziqing's "Back View", which is the kind of children's school where there are no talents. Dude, I chose my own composition, also called "Back View", as the winning prize.

This is the old calendar of Chen Zhi’s rotten millet. It is not on the same level as the difficulty factor of the current essay on the theme of “patriotism, party and army”.

The scalp was scratched and fell like snowflakes, Zhuang Yan still didn't hold back half a fart on the paper.

Suddenly, Zhang Heping's voice came from behind.

"Are you writing a speech?"

Looking back solemnly~lightnovelpub.net~ Sure enough, he saw Zhang Heping wiping his wet head with a towel and looking down at himself.

He could only nod his head: "Yes, the instructor ordered it. On the National Day, each district team must write an article to read aloud on stage. The squad leader asked me to write it, but I don't have that kind of urine."

Zhang Heping smiled and said, "Do you want me to help?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked left and right, and many people's eyes were turned here.

"District captain..."

"I'm not the district captain yet."

"That……"

"You can call me Lao Zhang."

"Okay, old Zhang, can you write?"

"Yes, of course I will."

Zhang Heping's answer was 12 percent affirmative.