xymnovel Chapter 0062: My Son Has Grown Up?
Chapter 0062: My Son Has Grown Up?
That day, Zheng Yingqi asked his comrades in the class for a favor—to teach Xu Sanduo how to do abdominal barbell exercises. Bai Tiejun happily agreed to the task and brought Xu Sanduo back that night, who was bruised and battered.
"All set! Don't worry, Lao Zheng, leave the kid to us!"
Cheng Yongjun said with a grin, adding a compliment to Xu Sanduo: "This guy's reflexes are pretty good, we'll train him for a while!"
Xu Sanduo, covered in mud like a monkey, stood aside grinning foolishly, and Zheng Yingqi laughed too. This was a pretty good start.
What truly drew attention to Xu Sanduo was the arrival of the technical assessment.
207 was conducting flanking fire in the simulated position. As the squad leader, Shi Jin maintained a calm demeanor, but the tension in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
The shooting competition finally came to an end, and unsurprisingly, Zheng Yingqi was once again the best student in the class. Having always been excellent, Zheng Yingqi didn't care much about anything else. The only one who could drag down the class's grades was the lowest-performing student.
Shi Jin quickly scanned the report card and was soon stunned—Xu Sanduo's shooting score had actually reached the class average, which meant that Xu Sanduo was no longer the one dragging the class down today.
Wu Liuyi noticed something was wrong from Shi Jin's expression and squeezed over to see the results. He thought that Xu Sanduo and Xu Sankeng had once again given an unbelievably low score.
But the results dazzled Wu Liuyi!
"The shooting score is acceptable. Get ready, we're about to have a theoretical knowledge test." Shi Jin suppressed his excitement and tried to remain calm as much as possible—the score was recorded by someone sent by the regiment, so there was absolutely no problem.
207 stopped in the parking area, and the soldiers of the 3rd squad got out of the vehicle and followed Shi Jin to the waiting area to await the assessment.
Gao Cheng waved for Class 3 to stop, then gestured for Shi Jin to come out. Once Shi Jin arrived, he asked, "How did it go?"
"It's alright," Shi Jin said shyly.
"Stop trying to fool me, I'm asking about Xu Sanduo!" Gao Cheng urged.
"Not bad," Shi Jin said smugly. Just as Gao Cheng was about to kick him, he said, "Xu Sanduo achieved the class average score today!"
"You only got the class average score? Look how smug you are!" Gao Cheng disliked Shi Jin's smugness, gave him a serious scolding, and then walked away happily. After coming down from the maintenance station, he no longer disliked Xu Sanduo. Instead, he looked forward to the guy slowly transforming in the 7th Company. Today was the technical assessment, and he didn't have high hopes for Xu Sanduo, since it was still early days.
Unexpectedly, Xu Sanduo achieved the average score of Class 3. Such progress! No wonder Zheng Yingqi taught him how to use a gun.
Shi Jin had long sensed that the company commander no longer viewed Xu Sanduo with prejudice, and seeing Gao Cheng leave with a cheerful expression, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The theoretical assessment relied on rote memorization, and even Zheng Yingqi was starting to panic. He might not have panicked if he were asked to shoot at a 1,000-meter target now, but that thick book was really daunting...
It wasn't just Zheng Yingqi; most of the students in Class 3 were cramming at the last minute. The better they were in training, the less familiar they were with these theories—after all, good results are achieved through extra practice, and the more extra practice time they had, the less time they wasted in front of the books.
Most people think that reading thick theoretical books is a waste of time.
Finally, it was the third squad's turn. Shi Jin stood straight in front of the staff officers: "Reporting, the third squad of the seventh company awaits instructions!"
The staff officer didn't even look up, busy flipping through the book looking for questions and searching for people on the list of Class Three.
In terms of training results such as shooting, the Seventh Company is quite impressive, but when it comes to humanities subjects, what highlights does the Seventh Company have?
"Bai Tiejun." The staff officer called out a name. He was holding the shooting score sheet, and Bai Tiejun, who ranked last, was unsurprisingly the one he called out.
"arrive!"
Bai Tiejun stepped forward, and the staff officer, still remembering the question, asked to himself, "How many propellant charges are there in the Type 83 122mm grenade?"
"Seven!" Bai Tiejun breathed a sigh of relief; he knew that.
"The initial velocity of the No. 6 charge projectile?" the staff officer pressed on with the next question.
Bai Tiejun was dumbfounded and pitifully said that he didn't know anything about the report.
The staff officer casually jotted down a score of 60. He looked at the report card again, but he wouldn't pick the ones with the best scores. Usually, the top students were the most hardworking in everything they did. He would pick the one at the bottom and the other in the middle. It was the staff officer's habit.
Bai Tiejun's defeat instilled fear in the soldiers of the third platoon. Zheng Yingqi was also worried, as he seemed to have forgotten the answer—oh no, if this is mentioned, I'll be in big trouble.
While secretly groaning, Zheng Yingqi prayed that the original plot would continue, allowing Xu Sanduo to steal the spotlight while he remained in the background.
Perhaps his prayers had worked, and the advisor did as he wished.
"Xu Sanduo!"
"arrive."
The staff officer listened to Xu Sanduo's weak reply and looked up at him. Xu Sanduo's cowardly appearance made the staff officer feel disgusted. How could the Seventh Company have such a cowardly soldier?
I picked up a book casually and randomly chose a title: "Chamber Pressure of the Main Gun of the 105 Tank?"
The staff officer hadn't expected that the question he had randomly picked would be about the tank company—Xu Sanduo answered fluently. The staff officer looked at Xu Sanduo again, puzzled, and continued to ask questions based on the question.
For the staff officer, it was not an achievement to stump a soldier, but it was embarrassing to be answered fluently by a soldier. So he kept asking questions, hoping to stump the soldier in front of him. But to the staff officer's disappointment, no matter what questions he asked, the soldier in front of him could answer fluently.
While the soldiers in the third squad were exchanging questions and answers fluently, Shi Jin was dumbfounded. Every time the staff officer asked a question, they would think about how to answer it, but they just couldn't remember the answer.
So they started to question their existence—how come they didn't know a single answer? How come Xu Sanduo knew everything?
Only Zheng Yingqi understood that the staff officer had given him the wrong question!
The question-and-answer session went on for about ten days before the officer next to him realized something was wrong. He quickly glanced at the officer and stopped him from asking more questions: "No, no, you're asking questions about the tank company."
The staff officer glanced at it, puzzled, before realizing his mistake. But he was even more confused: "But his answers were all correct—did you memorize the whole book?"
Xu Sanduo replied shyly, "Yes, sir."
"That's incredible?" The staff officer exclaimed in astonishment, glancing at the thick book in his hand. "Don't exaggerate! It's over six hundred pages!"
Xu Sanduo fell silent. The staff officer, thinking he was feeling guilty and wanting to regain some ground, asked:
"Tell me about your vehicle. What's the chamber volume of your 73mm smoothbore gun? What's the recoil length? What's the maximum recoil resistance?"
The staff officer took it seriously and asked a question without even opening the book—that's what a staff officer does, he can't be worse than the soldier in front of him, right? So he had to show off a little.
Xu Sanduo answered the questions one by one, but the staff officer, with a persistent and pressing manner, asked again: "What about the technical and structural features?"
The staff member protested, "Hey, that's enough. This isn't data."
To everyone's surprise, Xu Sanduo answered smoothly. The clerk was dumbfounded, and the staff officer was satisfied. Just as they were about to give him a score, someone said, "Excellent!"
He spoke with a Wuhan accent, and you could tell who he was even with your eyes closed—sure enough, Regiment Commander Wang Qingrui stood to the side with a smile, stopped the staff officer from scoring, and said to the clerk, "Clerk Zhang, bring your field propaganda vehicle over here."
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!
The soldiers in the third squad were thinking "Holy crap!" a million times, while Zheng Yingqi chuckled to himself, "This kid, what if the little cow gets on the plane now!"
The regimental commander was going to personally conduct the assessment, so naturally more and more people gathered around, and Xu Sanduo couldn't help but feel nervous.