madnovel Chapter 19 As Expected
Chapter 19 As Expected
In the afternoon, Lin Shuyao went to the small auditorium to attend a class.
The seating in the small auditorium is arranged in a tiered manner, with the back rows being slightly higher than the front rows. At the very front, there is a raised platform with several tables on it, where leaders usually give speeches or experts give lectures.
Today's class consisted of ideological education in the first half and housekeeping in the second half.
Half an hour before class, Lin Shuyao had just sat down when she noticed that the women were gathered in twos and threes, trimming each other's hair with scissors.
The woman whose hair had been cut looked at herself in the small mirror in her hand, still feeling it wasn't enough: "Cut it shorter, I see those female soldiers' hair is already down to their ears. Even though we're not officially soldiers, we still need to show that neat and efficient spirit of female soldiers, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman with the scissors snipped her hair again, this time right up to her ear.
The woman whose hair was cut was not sad at all; instead, she smiled with great pride and self-satisfaction.
"I want mine even shorter! Just like hers!"
"Me too, me too!"
Everyone started shouting, unwilling to admit defeat, and within a few minutes, the small auditorium was filled with many short-haired women.
Lin Shuyao's eyelids twitched as she watched from her seat.
Everyone's awareness is really high, but military training doesn't require cutting hair.
Anyway, she won't cut it.
God knows how much money and time she spent to grow such amazing hair, even more incredible than Shampoo GG.
She goes to the salon every week for a five-figure caviar treatment, uses the most expensive and top-of-the-line shampoos and hair masks, and even her comb is a custom-made natural material. She also takes supplements that are good for her hair every day.
What you fear most is what happens.
A woman with scissors stood up and scanned the crowd, then spotted Lin Shuyao with her long, black hair, and her eyes lit up.
"Comrade Shen, let me cut your hair!"
Lin Shuyao tightly protected her smooth, voluminous hair, shaking her head repeatedly, "No need, no need, thank you."
The woman brandished the scissors in her hand, trying to persuade her: "It's so convenient to cut your hair short. It dries faster after washing, and training is much easier."
"Really, it's not necessary. I... I'll cut it myself later."
Lin Shuyao looked visibly resistant and had no choice but to make up an excuse.
Cutting is absolutely out of the question, not even if it kills me!
"It's too much trouble for you to cut it yourself. I just cut it once and it's done!"
The other person hadn't given up yet; he plopped down next to her, waving his scissors around with a snapping sound.
"I don't want to!" Lin Shuyao dodged in the opposite direction with a look of horror. Just as the scissors were about to touch her hair, the originally noisy auditorium seemed to be suddenly cut off, and it became completely silent.
Cheng Zheng stood in front of the podium at some point, dressed in a crisp military uniform. Tall and upright, his dark eyes slowly swept across the entire room, exuding an invisible sense of pressure in his calm demeanor.
The comrades below the stage fell silent, unconsciously straightening their backs.
The woman next to Lin Shuyao finally reluctantly put away the scissors.
He's truly a demon god; his very appearance intimidated everyone. Lin Shuyao had never been so grateful for Cheng Zheng's appearance.
"Next, Comrade Zhang Weiguo, the factory party secretary, will give a lecture on 'On the Relationship between the Individual and the Collective'."
On the podium, Cheng Zheng's deep and powerful voice rang out, followed by a middle-aged cadre wearing glasses and possessing a refined demeanor who stepped onto the podium and took over the conversation—
"Comrades, today I want to talk to you about the relationship between the individual and the collective. The individual is a small circle, and the collective is a large circle. The small circle needs to revolve within the large circle, but it can't just focus on its own rotation. Just like the car our factory is developing, each part must perform its own function, but even more importantly, they must work together closely. If one screw is missing, the car won't run; if one screw isn't tightened, the whole car might have problems..."
Secretary Zhang's lecturing style is insightful and easy to understand, ranging from national development to factory production, and then to the specific job responsibilities of each individual.
Cheng Zheng stood to the side of the podium, legs apart, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping across the entire classroom like a hawk.
Lin Shuyao suddenly felt a sense of urgency, as if anyone who didn't listen attentively would be picked up and given a severe scolding.
When Cheng Zheng's gaze swept over her, she quickly sat up straight, folding her arms over her shoulder, sitting properly like a primary school student. Then she saw the corners of his lips seem to twitch upwards, a half-smile that she couldn't tell if he was mocking her or something else.
Tsk, this guy is really something... While his gaze swept elsewhere, Lin Shuyao secretly glared at him. Unexpectedly, he seemed to have radar installed, his sharp gaze instantly sweeping back and accurately capturing her. Startled, Lin Shuyao quickly curled her lips into a fawning, fake smile.
She was genuinely afraid of him.
Secretary Zhang's lecture ended amidst enthusiastic applause.
Cheng Zheng took over from Secretary Zhang and walked to the center of the podium: "Now we're having a lesson on dormitory organization, and I'll be the main speaker. In the military, dormitory organization not only reflects individual quality but also relates to overall combat effectiveness. Starting tomorrow, I will be conducting spot checks on dormitory organization. Blankets must be folded into perfect squares, and bed sheets must not have a single wrinkle..."
"Next, I'll start by demonstrating the most basic steps: making the bed and folding the blankets."
Cheng Zheng took a military blanket and laid it flat on the demonstration table. His long, slender arm swept across the blanket like a ruler, and the blanket immediately became as smooth as paper.
"This is the first step: smoothing out the wrinkles. Remember, if the foundation is not solid, the ground will shake."
"The second step is to fold it in half."
He drew three even lines on the military green quilt with his palm, dividing the quilt into two or three equal parts, and then folded the quilt along the lines he had drawn.
"It's important to note here that the sections must be divided equally; this is key to forming a square outline."
This seems easy, but it is actually very difficult. What appears to be roughly three equal parts to the naked eye will have errors when measured with a ruler. These errors will cause the folded quilt to be less than the standard size of a tofu block, and it will be judged as unqualified during housekeeping inspections.
"The third step is to compact and shape it."
After folding the blanket in half, he bent down and used his forearm to repeatedly press down the edges of the blanket.
"The fourth step is to smooth out the edges. This requires a little patience."
With deft fingertips, he reached into the corners of the blanket and cut out perfect right angles, instantly transforming the once neat blanket into a sharply defined "tofu block," eliciting gasps of amazement from the audience.
"This is amazing! How can such a soft blanket be folded so firmly?"
"It looks so neat and tidy!"
"They're folded so neatly, I can't bear to sleep in them..."
"I'll demonstrate again. Pay attention to the force and angle of each movement."
Cheng Zheng interrupted everyone and disassembled the quilt again to demonstrate.
After the demonstration, he glanced at the audience and said, "Now I'll ask one of you to come up and practice."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the audience instinctively shrank their necks and lowered their heads, trying to minimize their presence.
Everyone knows he's demanding; if you don't fold it properly, you'll definitely get criticized in public.
Lin Shuyao knew perfectly well, but she didn't dare to make any big movements. She only lowered her eyelids slightly to avoid the person's extremely oppressive gaze, silently chanting in her heart: Don't click on me, don't click on me...
However, that cold gaze still pierced through the crowd like a searchlight, fixing precisely on her.
"Comrade Shen Qing, come up here."
really!
Lin Shuyao's heart sank.
She knew it! How could that fiend let her go!