Reborn on My Wedding Night: This Time, I Won't Fail My Soldier Husband
Jiang Xiulan often made sour remarks in the compound, saying that Dong Shuyao's beauty was all due to makeup and that her own sister was the real natural beauty.
Pah!
Dong Shuyao hadn't even washed her face, yet her skin was like a peeled egg, cleaner and fresher than Jiang Yuexi's fake 'no-makeup' look.
"Sister Jinhua, let's go!"
Dong Shuyao had no idea where their training ground was; without Yang Jinhua leading the way, she would be like a headless fly.
"Oh, oh, oh! Coming!"
She had almost been lost in Dong Shuyao's beauty and unable to think.
"Why would A-Zhou fight with someone?"
Didn't he always value military discipline more than his own life?
"I'm not very sure, I only know it seems like someone was making jokes about you."
She didn't dare say that a few hooligans had been making lewd jokes about Dong Shuyao, fearing that she would want to kill someone before even reaching the training ground.
The training ground office was filled with male hormones and a faint scent of blood.
Zhu Chaodong's scolding was deafening: "Lu Yuzhou, you must write a profound self-criticism for this incident and apologize to them in front of the entire battalion."
"I will not apologize, nor will I write a self-criticism."
"Lu Yuzhou, don't rely on your status as a battalion commander to disregard discipline and act lawlessly. You beat them into this state; do you think you're in the right? The military camp is not a place for you to throw your weight around. If you don't write a self-criticism, you are suspended at home until you've thought it through."
Technically, Political Commissar Zhu and Lu Yuzhou were of the same rank and had no authority to suspend him.
But the daily work of a political commissar included mediating conflicts and disputes.