Political Commissar Lin smiled and nodded: "Putting everything else aside, your attitude is quite good. Let me take a look at it first."

The atmosphere in the office was just right when a voice suddenly broke in: "Excuse me, Political Commissar, but could you please excuse me? Is the application Old Zhou submitted really for marriage? Who is he marrying? There was no word of it before."

When Zhai Qingping said this, he had a teasing smile on his face, but his fingers, which were holding the few pages of self-criticism, turned white, and his eyes were fixed on Zhou Jinshan, because he had a vague guess in his heart.

Zhou Jinshan smiled slightly at him: "You know him too, he's Comrade Feng."

Upon hearing Zhou Jinshan confirm his suspicions, Zhai Qingping could barely contain his emotions, but he couldn't show anything in front of the political commissar. He simply placed the several pages of self-criticism on the table and said, "Political Commissar, this is a self-criticism that I've revised five times. Please be lenient and let me pass."

Every time he came to submit his self-criticism, he would say the same thing. This time, he was just pleading for leniency out of habit. He didn't expect the political commissar to actually make an exception. He just wanted to put down the self-criticism and leave as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, the political commissar nodded this time.

"Alright, considering that Xiao Zhou is going to have a happy occasion, I'll let you off this time. You don't need to revise the self-criticism anymore. Just write it in front of everyone during the study session tonight." The political commissar smiled, didn't even look at the self-criticism, and handed it back directly.

Actually, the first two self-criticisms were enough. Making him revise them was just to temper his temper.

Zhai Qingping, his expression stiff, took the few pages of self-criticism with both hands and turned to leave. But before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Political Commissar, I know a little about Comrade Feng's situation. She comes from a bad background; her grandfather and father were both capitalists. With such a background, will she pass the political review? Won't it affect Lao Zhou's future?"

Zhou Jinshan glanced at Zhai Qingping with a cool expression.

Political Commissar Lin was incredibly perceptive. He immediately noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two trainees. Recalling the social dance party last week, which both trainees had attended and who both knew the female comrade, Political Commissar Lin made a guess. A wise glint flashed in his eyes, and his words carried a deeper meaning: "When young people talk about marriage, politics is naturally involved, but it can't be all politics. Fate and feelings also matter. Otherwise, how can they spend their whole lives together? However, everyone has their own choices. When it comes to us, we emphasize 'no regrets after making a move.'"

Is it true that once a move is made, there's no going back?

Holding his already approved self-criticism, Zhai Qingping left the office in a daze, but didn't leave; he waited outside.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Zhou Jinshan, who was all smiles, finally appeared.

"Old Zhai, are you waiting for me?" Zhou Jinshan greeted him first.

Zhai Qingping nodded: "Let's go to the training field and talk."

Even at midday, there were still many trainees training on the training ground, all of them taking off their cotton-padded coats because of the heat, with white steam rising from their heads.

Zhou Jinshan glanced at her and then looked away: "I'm a patient, so I won't go looking at her. Besides, I need to get back to the clinic for an IV drip. You can say what you have to say on the way."

Upon hearing this, Zhai Qingping looked at Zhou Jinshan's legs, which were clearly strained. After a moment of silence, he reached out to help him, but Zhou Jinshan waved his hand and refused.

Zhou Jinshan walked slowly, but very steadily.

With the clinic in sight, Zhai Qingping finally spoke up: "Comrade Feng, don't you have a male classmate's girlfriend? When did you two get engaged?"

Zhou Jinshan stopped and frowned at Zhai Qingping, saying, "I told you last time not to believe the rumors outside. Comrade Feng doesn't have a girlfriend. The boy you mentioned is just wishful thinking. His family has interfered, and now there are a lot of rumors spreading, which are ruining the girl's reputation."