Chapter 351 The living father is here, and justice will be served! [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket! ] "That's fucking awesome!" "We are all freshmen, and those who came out of the army are tough!" "I want to spar with all the third-year students!" Listen, I wouldn’t dare to say this even if you asked me to!” Just as Zhao Weihong, Yang Shaowu and Huang Xuefeng were discussing the arrangements for the afternoon's new training. The other freshmen were discussing Zhao Weihong's recent feat. "Otherwise, why do you say he is a first-class hero?" "Zhao Weihong doesn't take these juniors seriously at all!" "By the way, I even asked someone about it."
Speaking of excitement, a new student who looked very bookish and was obviously a new student who came to USTC through the college entrance examination, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and spoke mysteriously to his roommate. "Do you know what Zhao Weihong's nickname is in the grassroots unit?" In the eyes of these new students, Zhao Weihong is now like a "savior". They are all like fanatical little fans and can't wait to learn more "secrets" about Zhao Weihong. "We all got in through exams, and we have never been in the grassroots units, so how can we know this?" "If you know the answer, just tell us now, don't keep us in suspense!" "hey-hey." The student wearing glasses seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the only one sober while everyone else was drunk, and he refused to say anything no matter how his comrades urged him. Until the expressions on the faces of several comrades beside him became increasingly impatient, and they even rolled up their sleeves, looking like they were ready to "torture and extract a confession!" The student with glasses then spoke slowly. "My brother served in the Liaodong military area and just retired last year!" "When I heard that Zhao Weihong was the holder of the Liaodong military record, I took the opportunity of the phone call just now to ask my brother about it." "Hey! What a coincidence! He and Zhao Weihong are in the same unit, and he knows a lot about Zhao Weihong!" "Let's put it this way. What we know now is nothing to him. It's not worth mentioning!" "Especially his nickname!" "Alive dad!" "Just think about it, to be called daddy by a group of soldiers, even non-commissioned officers and cadres call him that in private, what kind of person is Zhao Weihong?" Upon hearing this, all the students around showed very shocked expressions, with their eyes wandering, as if they were very envious of Zhao Weihong being called a "living dad". After a long while, one of the students finally spoke in a voice that sounded like he was mumbling. "Living Dad. That's a really good nickname."
"For those junior sons of bitches, isn't Zhao Weihong their living daddy?" These words immediately caused the students in the dormitory to nod their heads, and they obviously agreed with this statement. Soon, Zhao Weihong, the nickname that accompanied him throughout his entire conscript career, spread like wildfire on the campus of USTC. have to say. The Fourth Company Commander originally chose to call Zhao Weihong "living dad", which was so damn appropriate! For many people, isn’t Zhao Weihong, who is strict with himself, sets an example, and cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes, their living father? The fact that Zhao Weihong single-handedly challenged Wang Hao and others gave this title a legendary color. Even at lunchtime, a group of extremely fanatical new students found Zhao Weihong on the way to the cafeteria. They did not approach Zhao Weihong to talk to her, but just shouted the "slogan" they had prepared for her! "Now that the living father is here, freshmen don't have to suffer anymore!" "The living father is here, and justice will be done!" If an uninformed person heard this, they would definitely think that these freshmen "recruits" were being "oppressed." "I can't do it, I can't do it!" Zhao Weihong himself was quite amused and confused about this, thinking to himself, why is it that wherever I go, people always call me their living dad? However, Zhao Weihong cannot "allow" such a phenomenon to spread within USTC. He is already very high-profile now and doesn't need anyone else to help him become "famous". Especially the group of people headed by the director of the school affairs department, they obviously disliked me. Although Zhao Weihong didn't care how this group of people viewed him, he didn't want to be caught and make things difficult for Yan Wenyuan. He tactfully sent away all the freshman students who found him. Zhao Weihong then breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Huang Xuefeng and Yang Shaowu, who were grinning as if they were laughing at him, and spoke in a bad mood. "Have you seen enough?" "Hey, Daddy Wei Hong, who gave you this nickname?" "Do you two want to eat? If not, don't come in!" Seeing that Huang Xuefeng was talking about something irrelevant, Zhao Weihong rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him. She walked into the extremely "spectacular" cafeteria of USTC. When the number of people is the highest every year, there are more than 20,000 teachers and students living on the campus of USTC. HKUST is not an ordinary university. If students don’t like the food in the cafeteria, they can go out to a restaurant or something. All teachers and students are subject to military management. This is not just talk! Not to mention students, even faculty members who want to leave HKUST during working hours have to report to their superiors and obtain permission before they can go out. As for ordinary students, there is no need to mention it! If you can go out for some fresh air for two or three months, it’s considered the New Year!
Therefore, all teachers and students in the school need to eat on campus. It is not easy to accommodate so many people dining at the same time during meal time. There are two cafeteria buildings for the freshman class alone. Moreover, each of them is a four-story building, which is larger than the main building of an ordinary grassroots company! Even though I have been at HKUST for several days. But every time when meals are served, it is the happiest moment for Zhao Weihong, a “senior foodie”. The cafeteria’s “supporting facilities” are already so luxurious. Not to mention the food, which is the highlight. Braised pork is Zhao Weihong’s favorite dish at the grassroots level, and he may not be able to eat it even during the holidays, but it is available every meal in the cafeteria of USTC! And the taste is very good, without any of the bland taste that is typical of "big pot rice". Each meal has more than three kinds of staple foods, and signature dishes from all over the country are also available. After the meal, there are also a variety of fruits and snacks to relieve the greasiness. If Zhao Weihong didn’t have strong self-control, he would have been reluctant to leave the canteen after entering it, as he was used to living a hard life at the grassroots level! "Auntie, do you have a basin?" Standing at the familiar window, Zhao Weihong asked shyly to the cafeteria auntie in the window who was wearing a uniform and looked middle-aged. The cafeteria auntie opposite was obviously very impressed by Zhao Weihong. When she saw Zhao Weihong, she immediately cheered with surprise. "Oh, kid, you're here at last!" After that, the cafeteria auntie left Zhao Weihong where she was, and turned to greet other colleagues enthusiastically. "Come on, come on! This kid is here again!" "Yes! It's the kid who wants to eat from a bowl!" Zhao Weihong: “.” Scratching his head in dismay, Zhao Weihong was about to speak when he saw a group of cafeteria staff suddenly gathered at the window opposite him. There seemed to be bright stars twinkling in their fiery eyes as they looked at Zhao Weihong. "Baby, do you want to eat?" ".right." "Or should I eat it in a bowl?" ".right." "Did you hear me? I told you I didn't lie to you!" The cafeteria aunt who was the first to talk to Zhao Weihong put her hands on her hips, proudly showed off to her colleagues next to her for a while, and then handed Zhao Weihong a stainless steel basin the size of her face with a smile. "Here, kid, auntie prepared this especially for you!" "When you're done eating, bring it back to auntie. No need to wash it, auntie will clean it up for you!" The canteen staff of USTC are not like those at grassroots military units, where all of them have the identity of "cooks". They are the canteen staff exclusively for USTC. Each of them has his own posting, but they are not military personnel. They serve three meals a day for teachers and students. In addition to cooking, this group of staff is also responsible for cleaning the canteen, including washing tableware used by the students.
From this we can see that HKUST does not pay much attention to cultivating students' independent ability to "do it themselves and have enough food and clothing". Instead, it prevents students from spending their time and energy on trivial matters in life, so that they can better devote themselves to daily learning and training. This was also something that made Zhao Weihong, who was used to being independent, feel very uncomfortable. Small things like washing dishes and cleaning the canteen are things you have to do by yourself when you are at the grassroots level. Another example is washing clothes. When I was in the 347th Regiment, this little thing in life could stump countless grassroots soldiers who were so powerful on the training ground. It’s not because the clothes are difficult to wash. This is because the 347th Regiment is located in the Northeast, and half of the year is winter. There is no hot water in the dormitory. If you want to be "clean" and wash clothes frequently, you can only use cold water. Zhao Weihong still remembers the scene when he washed his camouflage uniform for the first time. In the cold winter, Zhao Weihong faced a camouflage uniform that had been soaked overnight. When Zhao Weihong put her hand into the basin with a determined attitude of "burning her boats", the biting cold immediately reached the joints of her ten fingers. Every minute and every second is like going through a very harsh "torture." Zhao Weihong endured the pain and spent half an hour washing the camouflage uniform. When I went to bed at night, the joints of my ten fingers were still cold and painful, and it took several days to get better. So a soldier like Zhao Weihong, who is in Liaodong and can still keep his uniform clean and new all year round, is really a ruthless person! However, those soldiers whose uniforms are stained and give people the impression that "the training intensity is extremely high and the style is extremely tough" may not actually be very active on the training ground. I just think washing clothes is painful and troublesome, so I'm too lazy to do it. But what about HKUST? There are two washrooms on each floor of the dormitory building. Each bathroom has a large washing machine that can wash clothes for more than a dozen people at the same time! What’s even more outrageous is that there is an old-fashioned dryer next to it that is made entirely of stainless steel and takes up a huge area! This is 04! When washing machines were still considered a luxury item in the eyes of ordinary people, and many people didn’t even know what a “washing machine” was. Students at HKUST have already enjoyed the “washing machine and dryer” treatment! When Zhao Weihong thought about the fact that Sun Li and others had been enjoying this kind of life for two years, she felt so angry that her teeth were itching! With their appalling performance, do they deserve such good living conditions? No wonder many new platoon leaders who have just been assigned to the grassroots level would be looked down upon or even get into conflicts because of ordering others to wash their clothes! There are no washing machines at the grassroots level. These new platoon leaders have never washed their clothes by themselves when they were in military school. They also have bad habits like "cleanliness obsession". So it is natural for them to order others to do the washing for them. Many soldiers at the grassroots level, especially new recruits, will take the initiative to help their squad leaders wash clothes on their days off out of respect for them or the desire to please them. From this perspective, since squad leaders can enjoy this treatment, there seems to be no problem for the new platoon leaders to also enjoy it, right? But being asked to do something and doing it on your own initiative are two completely different concepts.
Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong suddenly raised his head and looked at the clean and magnificent cafeteria. Zhao Weihong could feel that USTC, and even Yan Country, had very high expectations for this group of students, or "quasi-officers". Eat well, use good things, wear good things, even if we have to save money from our teeth, we must give the best living conditions to these high-quality talents who will build the "informationized force" in the future. This approach, of course, cannot be said to be wrong. Students like Zhao Weihong, who come from the grassroots and have suffered a lot, can easily understand the good intentions behind these arrangements. But for people like Wang Hao, whose understanding of the army is the same as that of the students at the University of Science and Technology, it is different. Bitter first and then sweet. If you have never experienced bitterness, how can you know the value of sweetness? Put a piece of braised pork with an attractive luster into your mouth, and feel the delicate texture that melts in your mouth and the delicious taste that lingers on your lips and teeth. A very happy expression appeared on Zhao Weihong's face, and she began to wolf down the food in front of her, one bite after another. He finally understood what Wang Hao, Sun Li and others lacked the most. "Wei Hong." "What happened to you?" "Why are you laughing so creepily?" Put the last spoonful of rice soaked in various dishes' soups in the large bowl into your stomach. Zhao Weihong picked up his own "rice bowl", walked to the sink with a smile to wash it, humming a faint military song, and seemed to be in a good mood. "At the age of eighteen, eighteen, I joined the army." "." "Nineteen years old, nineteen years old~ I smell like a soldier~" Huang Xuefeng, Yang Shaowu: "." "What happened to Wei Hong?" "Why are you so happy?" Scratching his head in confusion, Huang Xuefeng looked at Zhao Weihong, who walked to the window and returned the cleanly washed bowl to the cafeteria aunt with a smile, and shook his head in confusion. "do not know" "But I always feel like someone is going to be in trouble." (End of this chapter)