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You see, the army life I wrote is quite fun, but in fact it is really fun. Do you think the army is full of great-looking guys? Just look at it and I know that there are always some weird people who will mingle in it.

Standing military posture is a way to correct a person's figure. The correct standing military posture is to touch the ground with the forefoot. However, the effect is not particularly good, because a person's instinct is to stand flat.

Soon the captain came up with a good idea, and everyone stood on the stairs together. The stairs were not long enough, so when standing, your heels could not touch the steps, so you could only stand with your center of gravity forward.

The captain's idea can be said to be very good, but the only thing he miscalculated was that I was from the third district team and was in the front row.

So just as we were all crowded in the corridor of Team 5, I slid my feet on the third floor accidentally.

Then I grabbed the monk in front of me and grabbed the monk in front of me.

The huge human body "avalanche" happened in the corridor of Team 5. The monk and I took everyone from the third district team to roll down the third floor. Then we hit the second district team on the second floor, and then hit the first district team.

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I caused 'major damage' on this day. Although there were no fractures or concussions, almost everyone had different degrees of scratches.

The captain was alarmed by this huge injury and came over to scold our captain. Then I was called by the captain to "talk" alone at night.

The next day I got a ‘privilege’ to have a meal with the captain.

Alas, when I think back now, I still remember it fresh. That day, all my food was white rice, and I didn’t even have pickled vegetables.

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Compared with the company, the recruit battalion has another ‘special product’, which is to fill in the forms endlessly.

Anyway, today's population statistics, tomorrow's birthplace statistics, day after day household registration statistics, etc., there are four or five forms to fill in a day.

The first time we filled out the form, a large number of talents emerged from our five teams.

For example, Erpeng, the ethnic group wrote in the gender column. When they saw the gender "Han" was super strange, so they added a word. When they were finally handed over, others saw the gender "Han".

Another thing is the miracle doctor. He wrote about his legs in the specialty column. He was called by the instructor to take a special measurement of his legs. Haha, it was five centimeters shorter than me.

For example, I wrote a "Maybe I'm not a biological child" in the column of Parent Relations. To be honest, I think it's true. Who would send his son to the army and travel to Europe after he had nothing to do?

But what I admire most is the monk. The political appearance column is filled with "thick eyebrows and big eyes".

He was read aloud in public during the morning meeting by the captain.

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Since I have this column of expertise, I must reveal my identity as a writer, and I wrote about my expertise without hesitation.

That night, I was called to his room by Jia Qu and said with disbelief: "You can still write."

"You look down on me. I am a very second-rate writer, okay?" I said with my own advice.

Jia District looked at me up and down, and finally frozen it on my face.

"Brother, I believe that you are good at writing with your specialty, such as the Snake Spear or Xuanhua Axe. If you take a step back, you are good at maces, mixed hammers and even blood droplets. It's a bit too much for you to write. Look at what your appearance is right for you to get the best of your writing?"

Okay, I'll briefly introduce my appearance to you, so you can make up for it yourself.

First of all, imagine Peng Yuyan and Daniel Wu. Yes, that's what I am.

Just kidding, of course this is impossible. In fact, my skin is relatively dark, just a little better than a black man. I have a fat face and a beard. I shave my head in fear of heat.

So strictly speaking, I really can't match the word "writer".

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Before leaving the recruit camp, I had to take two-inch ID photos. After my photos came out, the captain asked the photographer to print a few more eight-inch pictures, and then posted one on each bed.

I'm very surprised, is the captain reluctant to leave me?

The captain said to me with a calm look on his face: "Your photo is obviously an international terrorist. You can definitely ward off evil spirits by sticking it on the head of the bed."

Captain, is it really good for you to chat like this?

But to be honest, I am really suitable for the Navy's sea soul shirt. Because I am the only person who can wear military uniforms out of the American prison uniform. (The sea soul shirt is a navy's exclusive clothing. To put it bluntly, it is composed of blue and white horizontal stripes, which is very similar to the black and white striped prison uniforms in previous cartoons.)

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Speaking of specialties, I have to mention a few people here.

Because the food in the recruit camp is dry, farting is inevitable. To be honest, I have never lost when it comes to farting. If I go out by farting, I can not only wake up half of the district team, but also make people in the dormitory unable to wake up.

But even so, I still lost because there was a god-like man in the second district team at that time, known as the King of Far.

When I heard about the King of Far, our entire dormitory was unwilling to accept it, and there was someone who was more worthy of the title of King of Far than me.

So we all rushed to the second district team to see the fart king. As soon as we walked to the door of his dormitory, we heard a loud noise from inside.

Then I saw that the guy fart at the window and actually "collapsed" the curtain cloth.

Our dormitory gave in on the spot. If you can break the curtains and go out of the window with such fart, you can't play at all.

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In fact, there are many gods in the second district team, in addition to the King of Fats, there is also a Yijianmei.

This big brother was extremely amazing as soon as he appeared.

One day when we were resting during our training, our captain asked us to get up and perform the show spontaneously.

When filling out the form, several of them were good at singing, so the captain clicked one by one, so we listened to several songs that could not be called songs at all.

Until Yi Jianmei stood up, our captain sang the song "Singing" and "Singing" and "Singing" and "Singing" and "Singing" were all coming to listen to it.

Later we learned that Yi Jianmei was the winner of the gold medal in the National College Students' Singing Competition and was definitely a real talent.

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However, Yi Jianmei soon fell out of favor. As the saying goes, the fist is always in the hand and the mouth is always in the mouth. Yi Jianmei stops and starts to sing his voice. He is already very loud, and our entire team can be woken up by him.

Lao Xu is from the second district team and just happened to sleep on his lower bunk.

When the bell rang in the morning, others would wear clothes and fold quilts, and only one cut of plum blossoms would make their voices suffocate.

Others running is ‘1, 2, 3, 4.’

Yijianmei runs '1~~2~3~4~~~~~~~~~~~~'

Old Xu brushed his teeth with foamy mouth, and a clipped plum blossoms sang "Itchy" beside him. Old Xu folded the quilt and sang the spring of the North, and Old Xu slept. This guy was singing about his father.

Day after day, Lao Xu finally got neurasthenia.
Chapter completed!