After talking with Zhou Huping, Zhang Heping had completely put down his status as an officer and was a cadet soldier in the seventh class.

Despite this, in the short term, Zhang Heping still could not gain a sense of identity.

Time will tell, and again, Zhang Heping needs time.

However, it was not long before he gained his first friend in the 1st Division.

And this friend is solemn.

The reason is very simple, the 11th National Day is coming, and the teaching brigade must engage in some activities.

Except for military games and some ball games, there is basically no big novelty in the activities of the troops.

Instructor Wang Chenglin is going to change jobs at the end of this year, so before leaving, with the idea of standing 24 hours a day as a soldier, Lao Wang decided to add a unique competition to the popular basketball game.

In view of the fact that all the soldiers in the teaching brigade have absolutely developed limbs, Lao Wang does not plan to organize a few squadron competition obstacles as in previous years, or pull the advance squad leaders to the shooting range for a shooting competition, anyway, there will be a big competition at the end of the month, and the teaching team is already training in hell every day, so it is better to leave some physical strength for the soldiers.

Therefore, he announced a decision within the scope of his authority - during the National Day of the 11th National Day, the teaching brigade held an essay and speech contest with the theme of "loving the country, loving the party, and loving the army."

Wen Zhixing has been a veteran officer in the teaching team for many years, but it is the first time he has seen such a crepe competition in such an environment where he shouts and kills every day.

Those soldiers are experts in both hands, holding guns and grenades, and writing the text......

It seems that I can't do it.

"Lao Wang, will this competition be ......" In Wen Zhixing's view, this kind of competition that requires a pen to move is probably more popular with the soldiers than directly using his hands and feet, he is worried that the event will be too cold, or the quality of the things written is not high, and Wang Chenglin will not end well at that time.

He was afraid that Wang Chenglin's face would not be able to hang up, so he wanted to say "unpopular", but after thinking about it, he held back.

"Wouldn't it be too complicated? It's an essay and a speech, I think it's just a recitation competition, and the books in the reading room of each of our squadrons are ready-made. ”

Wang Chenglin said with confidence: "Lao Wen, our thinking can't stay in more than ten years ago, the education level of soldiers now is much better than ours at that time, if they can't even write a decent article, how will they be admitted to the military academy in the future?" If we take the Chinese language test in the military academy, we can't look at new things with old concepts. ”

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

"Okay, Lao Wang, you are in charge of political work, I am in charge of training, and you have the final say on the activities."

The news soon reached each squadron through the brigade headquarters communicators.

This news caused quite a stir.

A group of big men are good at shooting guns, and it is okay to run eight kilometers or ten kilometers, but if you say that you write a main essay with a pen, you would really rather run a few times and pull down five kilometers.

The number of people who sign up is like a mosquito in winter, scarce.

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

Lao Wang regretted a little at the moment, feeling that he thought too highly of these students.

Maybe you should really listen to the words of your partner Wen Zhixing, you can do activities, let those students go to the reading room to find a book of poems casually, excerpt a paragraph and recite it on stage.

Anyway, the advance squad leader has to memorize the lesson plan, and a lesson plan is more than 1,000 words, and it is not difficult to memorize a poem.

But the words that come out are spilled water, and the instructors of the teaching brigade must not eat the orders they give back like.

Therefore, Lao Wang asked the correspondent to inform the squadrons that each district team must prepare a draft of the essay within 12 hours to be recited on the 11th day, otherwise it will be criticized by name at the meeting.

The order was updated again.

This time, the officers and men of the squadrons complained one after another.

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

"Malegobi!"

That night, Qian Zhongjun, the leader of the eighth squad, sat on the edge of the bed, with a stack of manuscript paper in front of him, and a few crumpled balls of waste manuscript paper on the ground.

After writing a few beginnings, Qian Zhongjun felt that his brain was about to explode.

"Don't write it, don't write it! It's harder than Lao Tzu rushing to the top of the mountain ten times! ”

His gaze swept over everyone in the row room and asked in a loud voice, "Who would write a recitation of this?" ”

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

No one talked.

Qian Zhongjun stepped aside the manuscript paper, thought about it, and shouted to solemnly: "Solemnly, come here!" ”

His scalp was numb, so he had to stand up.

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

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

"Huh?" solemnly stunned, "Squad leader, I'm not a woman, why are you paying attention to me?" ”

"Phew!" Qian Zhongjun said: "I didn't mean that, I suddenly remembered that your lesson plan is the best written among the students of the whole district......

Solemnity is completely understood this time.

Sima Zhao's heart!

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

All the rest of the soldiers quietly peeped at the solemn and covered their mouths gloatingly.

"Squad leader...... My lesson plans are all taught by the seventh class leader, it's not a good level, it's okay to fool the instructor, the game is ......" solemnly immediately shook his head into a rattle: "I can't see it, it will lose the face of our district team." ”

"Don't be afraid! To lose it is to lose my face, the instructor wants to scold my mother, first of all, scold me, right? Qian Zhongjun took the solemn hand, stood up with the manuscript paper himself, and stuffed the thing into the solemn hand.

"Squad leader, I really can't do it......" solemnly wanted to refuse.

Qian Zhongjun's face pulled and grew.

"What? Don't listen to me, the squad leader? I'm the squad leader, it's an order, and it's a political task! You have to obey orders and you have to be politically sensitive! Also, hand it over to me tomorrow morning, if you can't hand it over, you see that I won't punish you to death! ”

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

Zhuang Zhuang had no choice but to return to his bed, sit on the small bench, hold the pen and bite the tip of the pen, look at the blank manuscript paper in front of him, and his head was full of paste.

Wang Dazui smiled on the small bench next to him, and he could see a big mouth full of yellow teeth, and said: "Solemn, you are the talent of our district team, and this kind of heavy responsibility belongs to you." ”

"Get out!"

"I remember you didn't say last time that you were very good at writing in elementary school?" Wang Dazui said: "You should write it as a primary school student's essay." ”

"Get out!"

Solemnly scratched his hair in pain, which he couldn't hold at all.

I really said this, and it is also true.

After living for 18 years, who hasn't had a glorious history and a highlight moment?

However, it was just the June 1st essay contest in the third grade of primary school, and the so-called award-winning essay was still a high imitation of Zhu Ziqing's "Back", that is, there was no talent in the broken place of the children's school.

This is the old yellow calendar of Chen Sesame and Rotten Grain, and it is not at the same level as the difficulty coefficient of the current essay on the theme of "loving the country, loving the party, and loving the army".

The scalp was scratched like a snowflake, and the solemnity still didn't hold back half a fart on the paper.

Suddenly, Zhang Heping's voice came from behind him.

"You're writing a speech?"

solemnly turned around, and sure enough, he saw Zhang Heping looking down at himself while wiping his wet head with a towel.

He could only nod: "Yes, the instructor ordered, on the 11th National Day, each district team must write an article to read aloud on stage, and the squad leader asked me to write, but I don't have that urine." ”

Zhang Heping smiled: "Do you want me to help?" ”

Zhuang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then looked left and right, and many people's eyes were on this.

"District Captain ......"

"I'm not a district captain yet."

"That ......"

"It's good for you to call me Lao Zhang."

"Okay, Lao Zhang, can you write?"

"Yes, of course I will."

Zhang Heping's answer was affirmative.