I asked you to repeat your senior year of high school, but did you miss out on joining the military

Chapter 32 Oops, what happened?
I have to say that Wang Heng seemed quite patient when he was serious about teaching people.

He lay half-lying on the unfolded quilt, and used a marker pen to draw deeper marks along the folds on the quilt.

"Everything is taken care of. The shape of the folded military quilt is very important. If the folds are misaligned, the quilt will be long or short, and it will be unqualified."

As if worried that the freshmen would not understand, Wang Heng deliberately slowed down his movements.

Smooth out the creases on the quilt bit by bit with your hands, and slowly straighten it out by holding the corners of the quilt with your hands.

Then, fold the quilt along the creases.
In just one minute, the rolled out quilt became square, angular, and had a great visual effect when placed on the ground.

However, this is not over yet.

Under the eyes of everyone in amazement, Wang Heng took out the meal card from his pocket and gently scratched the surface of the quilt with the card.

After scraping it until it was smooth and wrinkle-free, he stretched out his hands and fastened the four corners of the quilt with concentration.

He just folded the quilt according to the folds he had drawn. This process only took a minute.

But it took three minutes to trim the folded quilt.

It wasn't until everything was done that Wang Heng straightened up, stared at the quilt he had folded, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Did you see it? This is a tofu quilt that meets housekeeping standards."

"You, too, must fold your own quilts to a similar standard in the shortest possible time."

After Wang Heng finished speaking, several people in the dormitory began to exclaim in surprise.

"This is definitely the most beautifully folded quilt I have ever seen. It is simply a work of art."

"I feel the same way. When I was at home before, the quilts would be piled up randomly after I got up. I would just throw them on the bed and forget about them. I never thought that quilts could be folded so beautifully."

Several freshmen saw a quilt that looked like tofu blocks for the first time.

They all squatted on the ground in shock, staring at the quilt with gleaming eyes, and admired it from the bottom of their hearts.

They are really not trying to flatter the squad leader.

Who has never been a soldier or joined the army, how could anyone imagine that the quilts they used to deal with every day could be folded into a square shape as if they were made of cement?
It’s so ornamental.

Chen Jun stood aside and watched. He did not join the "shock squad" because if he said the same thing, he would really be flattering.

He knows how to fold military quilts and knows the techniques. He also had this kind of old quilt with starch in the past.

Wang Heng seemed to enjoy the praise from everyone. After finishing his work, he put his hands on his hips and smiled widely.

He raised his head and glanced at the bright sun outside the window, and urged: "Okay, don't just look at it."

"You need to fold the quilt yourself. It's hot outside now, so you can fold the quilt in the dormitory."

"When it gets cooler in the afternoon, I'll take you to the training ground for a physical test. Freshman training has already begun. I need to understand your specific circumstances."

Wang Heng said, turning around and looking around.

He continued: "The space on the bed is small, and it may not be enough for you. Someone, come and find a clean mop, and mop the floor and corridor clean. You can fold the quilt on the ground."

"If you want to make a qualified military quilt, you must first compact the cotton batting, do you understand?"

"Yes, monitor."

After receiving the instruction, the brothers Liang Kui and Gao Mingming were very active. They raised their legs to pass Yang Fan, who was still lying on the ground doing push-ups, and happily rushed to the water room to get a mop to mop the floor.

At this time, they obviously didn't realize the difference between their new quilts and the squad leader's old quilts that had been polished over the years.

They just longed for the same "block art" to be born in their own hands.

In the entire dormitory, Chen Jun remained calm and behaved very low-key.

In order to save the process and time of pressing the quilt, on the day he first came to report, he wet all the cotton batting of the new quilt with water, compacted it with a bed board, and finally dried it in the bright sun.

After completing a set of sneaky and slippery tricks, his new quilt was ready for rapid prototyping.

The freshmen have little experience and may not be able to tell the difference between Chen Jun's quilt and theirs.

But Wang Heng is not a new student.

If he discovered it, he would definitely be able to figure out what caused it.

Chen Jun secretly thought to himself that he didn't want to get caught if he failed to steal the chicken but lost the rice.

So, I took advantage of the opportunity while everyone else was busy.

Chen Jun picked up the quilt from the bed, holding the two corners of the quilt regardless of whether it was mopped on the ground. Shake your arms vigorously, spread the quilt flat on the ground, quickly fold it from the middle, align the four corners, and then fold it.

Fold the quilt in half until it is only 30 centimeters wide, pick up a folding mat from the side, and press half of the quilt with your body.

The other half clenched the maza tightly with both hands and began to press down hard.

In this way, if the squad leader looks over, he can only see the half of the quilt he is pressing on, so it is not easy to find clues.

Chen Jun's approach is undoubtedly the most correct. It doesn't matter how old a soldier you are with a new quilt.

Only through grinding, repeated grinding, over time, it will take at least more than a week to see the effect.

Wang Heng, who had been wandering around in the dormitory, naturally noticed Chen Jun's movements, but he didn't pay too much attention.

He focuses on other freshmen.

As the squad leader, he has to do more than just train one or two particularly outstanding soldiers.

What's more, we need to ensure the performance of the entire class and the progress of all the freshmen. Whoever is better should just put less effort into it.

After Wang Heng walked around for a while, he walked up to Yang Fan. When he saw that this guy had done more than 80 push-ups, he fell completely on the ground and couldn't stand up anymore.

He shook his head slightly, turned around and climbed up the escalator to his upper bunk.

He didn't even take off his shoes, he just lay there upright, taking off his hat and placing it on his face to block the light.

He casually confessed: "I'm going to take a nap. You fold the quilt and don't make any noise."

"Yang Fan, remember how many push-ups you have done. Go out and wash your face and fold the quilt."

"Remember, when you put on this military uniform, you are a soldier. You can be exhausted, you can perform poorly, you can learn slowly, and you can catch up slowly."

"It doesn't matter, but don't be sneaky."

"If even we have to commit fraud, how will you lead your own troops in the future?"

"Yes, I know monitor."

Yang Fan nodded with difficulty while lying on the ground, and other freshmen quickly came over to help him up.

Afterwards, everyone began to practice folding quilts silently.

In the first ten minutes, everyone in dormitory 301 could be said to be like eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing his magical powers.

Except for Chen Jun who has been using a horse to press his quilt.

Others were quite excited and were busy using markers to shape the quilt according to the method taught by the monitor just now.

After setting the shape, they started folding, and some people even took out their meal cards and scratched their quilts in a serious manner.

There are also people who are busy buckling the quilt.

Ten minutes later, the quilt had not changed at all, and everyone in the dormitory was almost dumbfounded.

"Hey? What's wrong with my quilt? Why doesn't the squad leader's method work?"

"Here, am I a piece of tofu? Why does it feel round and round like a missile?"

"I think my quilt is comparable to the steamed dough buns my mother steams at home."

"Eh? Yang Fan's quilt looks like tofu. Please teach me how to make it."

In the dormitory, Chen Jun heard bursts of complaints.

He glanced at them.

Seeing the "finished product" stacked by several people, I almost laughed out loud.

Indeed, he admitted that his roommate folded quilts to make a tank, a bulging ball, and a submarine, a round stick.

But there was no tofu cube, not even a similar shape.

Wang Heng, who was sleeping, was awakened by the discussion. He slightly moved the hat covering his face and looked up at the ground.

He scolded angrily: "Press first, didn't I just say that? You are all new quilts, the cotton batting is fluffy, press it first, you can learn from the old quilt."

While Wang Heng was speaking, his eyes suddenly stared at the quilt in Yang Fan's hand. He could clearly see that Yang Fan's quilt was half thinner than others.

His brows suddenly frowned slightly, he raised his hand to put a hat on his head, turned over and prepared to get out of bed.

(End of this chapter)