Chapter 88: Model Employee Quotas
If we hadn't held on tight enough, it probably would have disappeared by now.
Just then, the newly arrived instructor suddenly remembered something else.
He asked loudly, "Instructor, here's the thing: the students from the 8th Company of the 1st Battalion went to the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion for training. The model student selected by the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion happens to be a student from the 1st Battalion. So whose spot is it?"
Upon hearing this, the chief instructor replied without hesitation, "Of course it counts as a quota for the Second Battalion. It was the company commander of the Second Battalion who submitted the application, so it should be counted under that company commander's name."
The instructor nodded in agreement.
The strong winds stopped.
Pei Yanzhi also lost interest in looking through the list of model workers.
He turned to the instructor and asked, "Who was that person you were talking about just now?"
The instructor was caught off guard when Pei Yanzhi struck up a conversation with him, and for a moment he was almost speechless.
Flattered, she said, "Oh, that person is Xu Yihuan from the Eighth Company of the First Battalion."
"Xu Yihuan was transferred to the Second Battalion's training camp to practice their performance, and then she was promoted to a model soldier by the Second Battalion's instructors."
The instructor explained it in great detail.
Pei Yanzhi raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard the name.
I handed the list back to him.
"Okay, I understand."
The instructor took the list, greeted the head instructor, and then left.
The principal noticed Pei Yanzhi's reaction.
He asked astutely, "This Xu Yihuan..."
If I remember correctly, the Pei family's daughter should have the surname Pei, although he forgot her given name, it couldn't possibly be Xu Yihuan.
“Xu Yihuan is my younger sister,” Pei Yanzhi explained.
The principal nodded and looked away.
Rich people know how to have fun; they even like to adopt younger sisters everywhere.
None of the people present noticed what was happening right beneath their feet, not far away.
A list with names written on it lay face down on the ground, next to a pile of leftover trash.
The number in the upper right corner clearly reads: 8th Company, 1st Battalion.
...
Although the weather was gloomy, it didn't rain until the end of the performance.
Xu Yihuan packed her things and went back to the dormitory with Lu Anlan.
"Great! Huanhuan! This grueling military training is finally over!! We're finally free!!"
"When I get back, I'm going to throw away my military training uniform, throw it all away!!"
"You think there are really people who will miss their instructors when they leave?"
Lu Anlan was overjoyed, but also a little confused because she had been reading too many online jokes.
Do such people really exist in this world? They've tormented you for almost half a month, and you still feel reluctant to let go?
After he finished speaking, a girl who was crying walked by.
"Waaaaah, I didn't even see when the instructor left! Waaaaah, will I ever see him again next year? I'm so sad to see him go..."
The cries were deafening.
Xu Yihuan couldn't help but glance at her.
Lu Anlan looked rather embarrassed.
"So there really is one."
Seeing Lu Anlan's expression, Xu Yihuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Alright, let's go. After we finish packing, we'll go pick up our books this afternoon. Classes start tomorrow."
The course schedule at Kyoto University is very tight, especially since three weeks of military training were spent on it, so the course schedule had to be brought up at a rapid pace.
"Oh right, I almost forgot. Has the class schedule been released yet?"
As she spoke, Lu Anlan opened DingTalk while walking.
Suddenly, Xu Yihuan stopped in her tracks.
Even Lu Anlan, who was holding her arm, looked up.
"Huanhuan, what a coincidence."
Xu Yihuan looked over and stopped in her tracks.
Pei Yanzhi stood before me, impeccably dressed in a suit.
Xu Yihuan blinked: "Ah...it is quite a coincidence."
So the name the host just read out was really him.
She thought it was because she had the same name as someone else.
"This is for you. Congratulations on the end of your military training." Pei Yanzhi said, handing Xu Yihuan a package with the M brand logo printed on it.
The items weren't particularly valuable; they were just ordinary luxury goods, a drop in the ocean for Pei Yanzhi.
Xu Yihuan realized this and, too lazy to refuse, thanked her directly: "Thank you."
Pei Yanzhi gently patted Xu Yihuan's head: "You're welcome."
"Consider it a reward for being a model soldier in military training."
Pei Yanzhi blurted out his words as soon as he opened his mouth.
Lu Anlan and Xu Yihuan looked at him at the same time.
They asked in unison, "What model worker?"
Pei Yanzhi explained, "Just now on the platform, an instructor brought over a list, and I glanced at it. Your name was on it."
Hearing this, Xu Yihuan didn't react much, but Lu Anlan was so happy she almost jumped for joy.
"Really?! Huanhuan! You're going to get an award certificate soon!!"
"Wow, let's see how those idiots can show off now, still talking about personal and collective honors, like fools."
"They'll be so envious now."
Lu Anlan proudly put her hands on her hips.
Xu Yihuan shook her head and chuckled.
She then looked at Pei Yanzhi and said politely, "Thank you, I understand. I'll be going now, see you next time."
Pei Yanzhi smiled and nodded, watching Xu Yihuan leave.
Only after the person's figure disappeared from sight did Pei Yanzhi look away and prepare to leave.
As soon as I turned around, I suddenly met a detached gaze.
It's Pei Yutang.
She was standing at the entrance of the indoor stadium, about ten meters away from him.
I wonder what Pei Yutang heard.
But his expression remained completely unchanged.
Pei Yanzhi remained as gentle as ever, nodded to Pei Yutang, and turned to leave.
...
Xu Yihuan and Lu Anlan returned to their dormitory just in time. Before they could do anything, a sudden downpour started outside.
The rain pattered on the balcony.
The two hurriedly gathered up the clothes.
On the table, the cell phone's message notification ringtone was going off like crazy.
Xu Yihuan waited until the clothes were brought in before checking her phone.
It was a message sent by the deputy squad leader.
They had already chosen an evening study session two days prior to elect class committee members.
Apart from the subject representatives, all other class committee members have been appointed.
Pei Yutang argued her way to becoming the class monitor, while Xu Yihuan, who had no desire to compete or fight in college, did not try to do so.
[Today's military training performance has ended. If you received a certificate of excellence, please take a picture of it and send it to me. I can give you extra points for good conduct.]
Below the vice class monitor's message, there were also messages from many other students.
[Is the Model Worker Award decided so quickly? Is it selected by Black Bear or Bai Yutang?]
[Regardless of who chooses, they'll probably choose the last one to stay and march in formation, right?]
I think there will be a branch secretary; they're pretty capable.
[Wasn't it already confirmed that one of them is Li Li? Then I also think the other one is very likely to be the Youth League branch secretary.]
Wow, I'm so envious! They got points right away, what an amazing start!
I regret it. I'll train again. This time I'll definitely practice harder.
...
The students in the class were constantly discussing the topic.
Lu Anlan felt as if she had discovered a treasure when she saw the message.
"Huanhuan! There's still one spot left, it's definitely yours!!"
"You have no idea how cool you were at shooting today! Even the Black Bear Spirit praised you repeatedly!"
As Lu Anlan spoke, her eyes sparkled.
Xu Yihuan tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Really? But if it really is me, should I be in the first battalion or the second battalion?"
Then, Xu Yihuan seriously analyzed, "If I were an instructor, I wouldn't choose someone like me. It's not like I'm the soldier he's leading, and it would be a waste of their company's quota."
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