"At ease!"
At dusk, the company headquarters blew the whistle.
"Seventh Company, assemble downstairs! Bring your regulation materials and report to the study room!"
"Forward, forward, forward... our ranks march toward the sun!
Our feet tread upon the motherland's soil..."
Everyone sang the stirring military song as they made their way into the study room in the teaching building.
After sitting down, they saw that the television was off. The company's two commanding officers stood onstage with serious expressions, discussing a sheet of paper. A stack of papers lay on the table as well.
Maybe there was going to be an exam.
Everyone hurriedly took out their materials and began reciting silently.
Seeing this, Fang Huai also took out his materials. He read while nodding and humming.
"I always wait until the last minute to cram, wait until the last minute to cram! I always..."
Han Yong sat beside Fang Huai, his face full of curiosity.
"This... is the song you wrote?"
Fang Huai stared at Han Yong with wide eyes, and his cheerful humming stopped.
Damn it, once the mud got on his pants, people would think it was shit no matter what.
"Fuck... you're still bringing that up? You think I could write a song that lousy?"
"No, I just remembered. Look." Han Yong pulled out the crumpled materials in his hand, flipped to the third page, and pointed at one line.
"Article 105 of the Interior Regulations: Military personnel must not engage in business, undertake other occupations unrelated to their duties, participate in marketing, pyramid schemes, or paid intermediary activities. They must not take part in profit-driven artistic performances, commercial advertisements, corporate endorsements, or teaching activities. They must not use working hours or office equipment to trade securities or futures, buy lottery tickets..."
Fang Huai scratched his