The expert’s lecture will end in three days.
The female soldiers were busy reciting their study materials.
Qi Jiaping invited Jiang Jun to go ask questions to the experts together, and secretly told Jiang Jun: "I finally realized today that every time Fang Zheng looks at you, his eyes are not right."
Jiang Yun's impression of Fang Zheng came from the time when the new recruits introduced themselves. Each female soldier stood up and said her name and age.
When it was Fang Zheng's turn, he said: "My name is Fang Zheng, Fang means upright and honest, Zheng means strong and unyielding, and I am seventeen years old." As he spoke, he clenched his fists and widened his eyes.
As for the daily routine of standing in line for drills and returning to the dormitory, even though the two of them lived face to face, Jiang Jun rarely noticed Fang Zheng.
"The look in his eyes is wrong? What's wrong?" Jiang Jun felt very strange.
Qi Jiaping recalled and described, "Anyway, every time you're about to say something, she looks at you with displeasure. Well, for example, let's say you're going to tell a joke, and the rest of us are waiting for you to tell it and then laugh, but the way Fang Zheng looks at you is like she'll pick out every wrong word and criticize you!"
To put it bluntly, Fang Zheng was not waiting to hear a joke, but to see Jiang Jun make a fool of himself!
Jiang Jun was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, Fang Zheng was already seventeen years old and had long passed the rebellious period of a middle school girl. He also had an ordinary face and looked harmless. Why would he be so against her?
"I don't think I've ever offended Fang Zheng! We usually don't even talk to each other. At most, we just nod when we meet. It's strange!"
Although no one was around, Qi Jiaping still whispered in Jiang Yun's ear, "Xiaojun, tell me, could it be that she was the one who handed your letter of apology to the company commander last time?"
Jiang Jun thought for a moment and said, "But the company commander didn't praise her!"
Qi Jiaping raised his eyebrows slightly: "Lei Feng!"
Jiang Jun was speechless, okay!
"Qi Jiaping, you are good. You can even observe her. I was facing her all day long, but I didn't notice her." Fang Zheng was in Class 1, and his bed was directly opposite Jiang Jun.
Qi Jiaping shook his head slightly. "Hu Zhaohui told me. She saw Fang Zheng tell the company commander that you were playing and laughing with the male soldiers. So I made a special observation."
Jiang Jun's every move in the recruit company had long been the focus of everyone's attention. She didn't care, believing that as long as she had done nothing wrong and hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, even talking to or smiling at the male soldiers was perfectly acceptable.
Moreover, every time she met a male soldier and talked to him, there was always someone around. Besides, there were no other male soldiers, except for the fireman Xu Tao, the medical soldier Mu Ke, and the company commander, instructor, and platoon leader. Was that not okay?
Jiang Yun forgot that the moral standards she followed were the standards of her original time and space, and were the standards that were not generally accepted until fifty years later.
"Fighting and quarreling! Which eye of Fang Zheng saw me fighting and quarreling? Who did he see me fighting and quarreling with?" Jiang Jun was angry: "What kind of iron-clad character are you talking about? You are just lying with your eyes open."
Qi Jiaping suggested: "How about we try again?"
"How do you try?"
"Tomorrow morning, Fang Zheng and He Xiangdong will be cleaning up the mess. Write something on a piece of paper and put it under the mattress for Fang Zheng to see. Then, we'll tell He Xiangdong to leave early tomorrow morning and wait for us to return from drill. If the paper is missing and the company commander comes looking for you again, it must be Fang Zheng's doing!"
"Then what should I write? I can't write another self-criticism. Why would I write a self-criticism for no reason and get scolded? I can't write those big slogans either!"
"You have to write to a man. Besides your father, let's put it this way. Do you have any other relatives in your family, like cousins, males who are around your age?"
A person suddenly popped up in Jiang Jun's mind: "Yes!"
Qi Jiaping nodded: "That's easy! When you're writing, I'll pretend to pass by you and want to take a look, but you'll deliberately not let me see it. Then I'll ask, are you writing to a guy? Why won't you let me see it?"
Jiang Jun chuckled, "Alright, you've got it! It's settled!"
In the afternoon, when attending class again, Jiang Jun sat in the back and carefully observed Fang Zheng's performance.
The more I look at it, the more it seems inconsistent. Why can't this person's facial features and heart be connected?
Mo Xiaohui coughed lightly.
Jiang Jun turned around and looked at him inquiringly: Is your cold still not healed?
Mo Xiaohui nodded, smiled slightly, and watched the expert continue listening to the lecture.
Jiang Jun realized that Mo Xiaohui might have noticed that she was distracted and was reminding her.
So, he looked ahead and sat upright.
There are human surveillance cameras everywhere, it's so scary.
Before going to bed, Jiang Jun deliberately moved a small stool and sat in front of the bedside table to write.
Qi Jiaping came in from the dormitory door, walked behind Jiang Yun, bent down and took a look: "Writing a letter, missing home? Honey, wow, you're still covering it up? Fine, fine, you write yours, I won't read it."
As he said this, he covered his mouth with his hands, smiled mysteriously, and returned to his bed.
Jiang Jun stood up, folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope. He then wet the few grains of rice he had saved from dinner with some water and smeared them on the opening of the letter. He spread it evenly, flattened the envelope, and tucked it under the mattress. "It's done!"
He called Liu Chun out with him: "Let's go to the bathroom. It's time to blow the lights out when we come back."
This was something they had discussed and divided up the work among themselves.
He Xiangdong lay in his corner pretending to sleep, raised his arms a little, and hid underneath to secretly watch Fang Zheng.
The more I read, the more depressed I became. Why hadn't I realized Fang Zheng was such a person before?
Seriously, I don’t want to talk to Fang Zheng anymore!
The next day, after finishing morning exercises, Jiang Jun returned to the dormitory. Without turning over the mattress, he just touched it with his hand and found that the letter under the mattress was indeed gone.
Jiang Jun was very happy. She held the little stool in her arms and almost jumped to class. She felt very at ease sitting in the classroom, waiting for the company commander to call her for a talk.
She also felt that she was too impatient. She was so happy as soon as the sign of it appeared.
Mo Xiaohui noticed it and couldn't help asking her, "Second Squad Leader, what are you so happy about?"
Jiang Jun continued to lie with a smile on his face: "I can memorize a whole page of words in the study materials."
It's more than just one piece of paper. He Xiangdong, Qi Jiaping and the others used the method taught by Jiang Yun and memorized almost all four pieces of paper.
Mo Xiaohui was speechless and could only recite a piece of paper. What was there to be happy about? Being able to laugh after listening to what Ju Gong said was the real joy!
Mr. Ju’s lectures were not as humorous as Mr. Wu’s. There was no laughter in the classroom and almost no one asked questions.
After class, the soldiers asked each other in groups of three or four, "Did you understand?"
Hu Dali stood at the door: "Second squad leader, go to the company commander's office!"
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