"Report!" he shouted.
"Step out!"
Hao Chengbin felt slightly relieved. The regiment commander had arrived, and everyone was scrambling around, yet at least someone still remembered proper formation procedure at a critical moment.
"Yes!" Fang Huai stepped forward, turned, and ran to the Chief of Staff. After four steps, he came to attention and stopped.
His heels clicked sharply, drawing everyone's attention.
Fang Huai had put real force into it, but the pain made him grit his teeth inside. Getting that loud a sound out of his training shoes had taken a lot of effort.
"Greetings, Chief of Staff!" Fang Huai shouted.
"Oh?" The Chief of Staff's eyes widened.
"Kid, you've trained before? That running halt was pretty standard!"
"Yes, Chief of Staff!" Fang Huai tried his best to look spirited.
There was no helping it. Ninth Squad's formation performance had been abysmal today, and its reputation was still leaking air from every direction.
It would have been one thing if the regiment saw it, but even the regiment commander had seen it.
Just as Fang Huai was thinking that, the regiment commander suddenly beckoned.
"Kid, come here."
Fang Huai answered instinctively and glanced at the Chief of Staff.
The Chief of Staff waved his hand. "The regiment commander called you. Go on."
"Yes!"
Fang Huai immediately turned and ran over to the regiment commander.
Only then did the regiment commander start walking forward—more precisely, toward the exit of the Training Ground.
Fang Huai hurried after him, walking alongside the formation.
"You can play guitar and sing?" the regiment commander asked.
"Yes, Regiment Commander!"
"Good timing. I have a guitar over there. I'll let you use it."
The moment he said that, everyone present froze.
They had all heard the Chief of Staff say that this kid could write songs,