Chapter 67: I

It lasted until 9 p. m., and the Instructor personally came to notify the First Platoon to take a shower.

Everyone hurriedly packed the small yellow basin, took their toiletries and change of clothes, and cheerfully lined up to go downstairs.

In the unit, taking a shower is a very happy and relaxing thing.

During the day, Lu Yang and the others wore gas masks in the restroom to do physical training.

Their bodies smelled foul, as if they had been marinated, so this time they could finally wash clean.

"The rule is the same as before: fifteen minutes, and after washing you switch to the Second Platoon."

"Go in."

The recruits couldn't wait and entered the shower room.

The battalion's basic facilities are old; nine out of ten shower heads are broken.

But since they've showered before, nobody cares at all; as long as hot water comes out of the tap, it's fine.

After taking off their clothes, everyone was laid bare, Lu Yang included.

Because the number of heads is limited, everyone has to squeeze together and take turns washing.

In the Squad Leader's view, showering must be united, and they can even rub each other's backs.

Kong Long didn't know which nerve was misfiring, or if water got into his head, but while washing his hair he suddenly recalled the incident at the gym when someone asked him for plain socks.

"Hey, tell me, could there be a traitor in our squad?"

"What traitor?"

"The kind of......"

"Which kind?"

Lu Yang was puzzled.

The others, while lathering soap, looked at him curiously.

Kong Long formed an exaggerated mouth shape and whispered, "It's...... calcium."

"Cover within a cover?"

"Sas cover?"

"Took a knife!"

"Sas cover!"

"Logistics Mark took a knife!"

"Uchiha Sas cover!"

After the misheard lyrics phenomenon occurred, the madness spread from person to person.

Even Ding Tengfei went crazy like everyone else, cheering wildly.

Some rolled a Rasengan with their hands, others quickly interlaced their palms to form a seal, preparing to unleash a Thousand-Year Kill at the Squad Leader.

Fortunately Lu Yang stopped it in time, otherwise the shower room would have turned into a battlefield.

Kong Long rolled his eyes to the sky, then quickly brought his two thumbs together and hooked them.

Ding Tengfei seemed to understand, asking, "What you said, is it the same **?"

When those three words appeared, the previously noisy bathroom fell suddenly silent, as if someone had hit the pause button.

White steam rose, clouds and mist swirled around, and hot water splashed loudly onto the floor tiles, deafening.

Suddenly, a mischievous soap slipped out of a hand and slid slickly to the center of the bathroom.

The recruits involuntarily made a gulping sound in their throats, and as they glanced at each other their eyes were full of vigilance and caution.

On the battlefield, I can unconditionally entrust my back to a comrade, but now… I can't!

Because I would rather have a knife stabbing me from behind!

At this moment, everyone's gaze was full of caution, pressing their backs against the wall as much as possible.

No one knows when it started, but picking up soap is no longer just grabbing a piece of soap.

Green tea is no longer a tea variety.

Drinking tea is no longer simply drinking tea; there is also the risk of being taken away by Uncle Hat.

But in short, in the current situation, no one dares to act rashly, including veteran Zhou Kaidong.

Because he had already discovered that someone intended to use the Thousand-Year Kill on him, he could not be careless.

When the scene stalled, the Instructor pushed the door open with an unhappy expression and entered: "Why isn't it done yet? The Second Platoon is waiting outside, and you're dawdling like kissing."

After coming in, He Zhen Tao seemed to sense that the atmosphere inside was off.

He looked at everyone's wary demeanor, then at the soap lying in the center of the area.

He rolled his eyes irritably and asked who had dropped that soap.

When someone raised a hand to claim it, he intended to bend down to pick it up, but suddenly straightened up and kicked it away with his foot.

"Two more minutes, make it quick!"

"You're an adult, not a child!"

He Zhen Tao left, and the recruit, back against the wall, crouched a little and picked up the soap.

With the crisis resolved, the scene was like pressing play, and the previous clamor returned.

It was as if nothing had happened; everyone hurried to rinse off the soap suds.

Lu Yang quickly wiped his body with a towel, and just as he was about to dress, Kong Long's voice came from behind.

"Nice, Assistant Squad Leader, the lines of your back muscles are becoming more defined."

"Really?"

Lu Yang slipped both arms into his shirt, turned his head to look behind, and saw nothing.

But the muscle lines on his arms and abdomen were clearly visible.

It's not only him; the other new recruits are the same.

Two months of basic training helped everyone shed a layer of shell.

Their slender arms have gained muscle, the outline of chest muscles faintly appears, and some even show the first hint of abs.

The physical changes make everyone feel fuller and, compared with before, more confident.

It also makes these recruits, who are in a bulking phase, inevitably start comparing themselves when they dress.

Zhou Kaidong clenches his sandbag-sized fist, bends his arm and shows off his rock‑hard biceps.

Then he tightens his right leg, displaying leg muscle lines that are almost thread‑like.

"Kid, you're still far off; keep training!"

The new recruits chuckle, also looking forward to the day they can become like Zhou Kaidong, with tendon‑filled flesh all over.

But Lu Yang is more curious about how Zhou Kaidong developed those almost obsessive leg muscles.

Is it just staring at the legs and training to death?

After dressing, he carries a small yellow basin out of the shower; the cold wind outside makes everyone involuntarily hunch their necks.

Lu Yang wraps his hand around his collar to keep the wind out, and suddenly sees the second Platoon of new recruits looking at them with sour faces.

He guesses it must be the soap incident, which made them stand outside longer in the cold, surely filling them with complaints.

The night camp looks as if covered with a veil, appearing hazy.

Lu Yang estimates that by tomorrow morning the training ground will be coated with frost.

When going upstairs, everyone rushes forward, jogging back all the way.

Entering the barracks, they drop the door curtain they had hung outside, and only then feel less cold.

"Sss, ha... freezing to death, freezing to death."

"Still have to wash clothes, such a hassle, don't want to wash."

"Let's hold off; after a couple of days when it warms up we can wash, otherwise it'll be frozen solid and useless."

Lu Yang is a diligent person; dirty clothes must be washed quickly, otherwise leaving them under the bed is uncomfortable.

After washing clothes and brushing teeth, the second Platoon also finishes showering and heads back, while the third Platoon goes to wash.

Originally, everyone thought they'd have to do a short physical drill or practice with a big pack before sleep, but they didn't expect Zhou Kaidong to let everyone get into the blankets directly.

With such a good thing, what else is there to say?

One by one they eagerly dive into the blankets, showing relaxed, comfortable expressions.

In all the days of enlistment, they've never entered the blankets before the lights‑out signal sounded.

Thanks to tomorrow's assessment, otherwise how could they enjoy such treatment?

Even the previous re‑inspection, they only got on the beds after the lights‑out signal.

After showering, they slip into the blankets feeling completely refreshed; that kind of enjoyment is indescribable.

Lu Yang also gets into the blankets at this moment, but feels uneasy inside, so he asks a question.

"Squad Leader, is tonight..."

"Everyone should sleep early tonight; it's been a tiring day!"

Zhou Kaidong cuts him off, giving him a warning glance.

Lu Yang swallows the question, already knowing in his heart that tonight will be far from peaceful!