my special forces brother

Chapter 27 Coincidence!

When Gao Yuan was running the newspaper in the class dormitory, Zheng Jun, like him, was also doing the newspaper.

The only difference is that Gao Yuan's blackboard newspaper was made by his squad leader, and it was also done in the dormitory.

As for Zheng Jun, he is arranged by the instructor to organize the newspaper, or he does it in the multimedia room, which is the so-called TV room.

In the view of the instructor Tian Xian, for a college student from a prestigious university like Zheng Jun to run a blackboard newspaper, it is simply a trivial matter.

Of course, Tian Xian still took into account that Zheng Jun had never seen the blackboard newspapers in the army, so he specially took some army-related brochures for him to read.

After Zheng Jun read it, he looked at the big blackboard where the newspaper was to be held, and he already had a rough blueprint in his heart.

He started to do it. Although he already had a general direction, plan, and layout in his heart, Zheng Jun's pace was not fast.

Every word he wrote on the blackboard was very careful. Compared with the fonts written on the Gaoyuan board newspaper, Zheng Jun's chalk writing skills were several levels higher.

Different from the contents of the plateau newspaper, Zheng Jun's newspaper was more military-oriented, just like the brochures he had read before, the content was rigorous and rigid, just like a soldier.

Indeed, the blackboard newspapers produced by Zheng Jun are the same as the blackboard newspapers produced by regular companies in the army, square and orderly.

The first squad leader was very concerned about his class Zheng Jun's coming to run the blackboard newspaper. After all, this was also arranged by the instructor, and he was naturally happy if he could be assigned a heavy responsibility by the instructor.

Therefore, after arranging the other recruits in the squad, the first squad leader also came to the TV room to watch Zheng Jun's blackboard newspaper.

"Very good. Although this is the first time for him to run an army bulletin board, it has far surpassed the bulletin board for the veteran company. Famous college students are just different!"

Looking at the first sample of the blackboard report that had already been produced in a length, the instructor Tian Xian told the squad leader Yang Qi Zheng Junlai.

The leader of the first squad said: "Instructor, you are right. I have the deepest understanding of this. The blackboard newspaper of our company has never been run so well like him. Look at the words he wrote, which is as straight as a computer type. It came out the same."

The instructor has already noticed Zheng Jun's handwriting when filling it out. I have to say that Zheng Jun's writing skills are still very strong. Although his handwriting has no personality or artistry, it is absolutely standard and normative. Just like what the first squad leader said, it's the same as what the computer typed out.

"As far as his good handwriting is concerned, I'm afraid that every department in the agency will rush for someone to be important."

The instructor boasted again.

The first class leader said: "The government is better than the grassroots, and the training at the grassroots is still a little bit harder. Unlike the government, which has less training, but when it comes to which department is more suitable for him, I think it has to be the propaganda department. After all, he is a college student. It would be too wasteful if you put your skills in other departments and just be a recorder, clerical and so on."

The instructor said: "If you only work as a correspondent or clerical work, then the agency will not be so aggressive. They are not stupid. There are also correspondents and clerical units at the grassroots level."

The squad leader said: "Isn't that the grassroots has no organizational environment?"

The instructor said: "Actually, the organization is not necessarily better than the grassroots. The organization is too rigid. If a talent like him is put into the organization, it may not be really good."

The first squad leader said: "Instructor, it might not be good for a college student soldier like Zheng Jun to be placed in the government, but it would be a waste to put him in the grassroots. You said, if you want to really serve him, where should you put him?"

Although Zheng Jun was working on a blackboard newspaper, the squad leader and the instructor talked about his future direction, and he was also curious to know the answer, so he also pricked up his ears.

The instructor said: "Where to be assigned in the end is decided by the organization. If you ask me now, I don't know. In a word, just do your duty as the monitor, train him well, and pass the training. Don't worry about anything else." I'm worried."

The first squad leader also realized that what he asked was sensitive, so he said it quickly.

"Instructor, I'm the one who asked too many questions, don't worry about it, I just said it casually."

Instructor Tian Xian didn't care too much. In fact, he already had some guesses about Zheng Jun's future direction in his heart, but he naturally couldn't tell the squad leader about those guesses now.

Zheng Jun's report was so slow that it was time for the roll call, and it was not completely over yet.

9:[-] is the time for roll call. The company commander Ning Ren walked out of the dormitory door with a whistle. He was about to blow the whistle to assemble the team and go to the TV room for roll call. As soon as he came out, he saw the lights in the TV room. The figure of the instructor could be seen through the window. arrive.

"What is this doing?"

The company commander Ning Ren was not in a hurry to roll the roll. He walked to the door of the TV room, took a look inside, and asked.

"Hello company commander!"

The first squad leader hurriedly said hello to the company commander Ning Ren who had just walked to the door.

When Zheng Jun heard the squad leader greeting the company commander, he stopped quickly, stood up with the chalk in his hand, turned to face the company commander Ning Ren, and said.

"Hello company commander!"

At this moment, Ning Ren already understood what he was doing, he glanced at the blackboard, and said in surprise.

"The words on this are written by your hand!"

Ning Ren didn't have the contents of the Kanban newspaper, but he was surprised by the words written on his back. It really didn't look like the words were handwritten.

"Yes, company commander!"

Zheng Jun responded.

The instructor said: "Company commander, you can't think of it, Zheng Jun's chalk writing is the same as that written by a machine."

Ning Ren nodded: "That's right. I didn't expect that the chalk characters could be written like this. When your board paper is finished, I have to put it outside our company."

The instructor was a little surprised, he asked Ning Ren.

"Company commander, why did you put it outside?"

Ning Ren said: "When this newspaper is published, I'm afraid it will be as similar as the printed one. If such a newspaper is not shown outside, then I will be sorry for this newspaper."

When the instructor thought about it, the company commander was really right. As a political cadre, he was inclined to work for the company's face.

On the contrary, Zheng Jun was a little embarrassed by the words of the company commander Ning Ren. He felt that the company commander, the instructor, and their squad leader praised him today, which made him a little guilty.

But before Zheng Jun could reply, Ning Ren hurriedly turned and walked out again, and said.

"It's just that I talked to you, and I forgot the business!"

The instructor, the first squad leader, and Zheng Jun were also curious about what the company commander was talking about. The company commander who had already walked out blew his whistle directly.

Well, now not only the first squad leader and the instructor, but even Zheng Jun, and even everyone knows what's going on, because blowing the whistle at this time is nothing more than roll call.

At this moment, Zheng Jun was thinking of leaving the blackboard and running back, when the words of the company commander came out.

"Every class, roll your own name!"

Originally, the squad leaders and recruits were all ready to assemble, just like Gao Yuan of Class 9 had already taken his hat and armed belt when the whistle blew, and everyone was about to rush out of the dormitory.

The company commander's words made the ninth squad leader stop them directly.

Class 9 put his belt and hat on the bed, and then walked outside the dormitory, he shouted.

"Class nine is here!"

Squad leader 9 just finished shouting, and the other squad leaders also shouted.

At this moment, the monitor of class 9 noticed that Wu Zhiming, the leader of class [-], was rushing from the TV room to the dormitory of class [-].

He glanced towards the TV room and found that the instructor was inside, and the company commander was also walking towards the gym.

"What's going on in the TV room?"

Class nine became curious.

He first shouted to the dormitory.

"Everyone stay in the dormitory well, don't go anywhere, wait until I come back to talk about something!"

"Yes!"

All the recruits in Class 9 responded.

Squad 9 walked towards the TV room. As soon as he walked to the door of the TV room, he saw Zheng Jun from the first class, writing on the big blackboard at the innermost wall of the TV room. It could be seen that he was also doing a blackboard newspaper. .

The company commander and the instructor stood behind Zheng Jun, watching him run the newspaper.

"This is a blackboard newspaper. How come it's such a coincidence?"

Class 9 thought so, and walked in.

He didn't expect such a coincidence that he asked Gao Yuan in his class to run a blackboard newspaper, and Zheng Jun from the first class was also assigned to run the blackboard newspaper.

Seeing that the company commander and the instructor were looking so seriously, squad leader 9 also walked over curiously.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the instructor turned his head.

Seeing the instructor who turned around, squad leader No. 9 said hello to the instructor first.

"Hello instructor!"

The instructor said: "Squad Leader Ninth is here to join in the fun!"

Squad 9 Yang Weijun responded: "Just pass by here, let's go in and have a look!"

Company commander Ning Ren suddenly turned his head away, he said.

"The TV room is at the very back. No matter what you do, it seems that you are not on the way."

Yang Weijun also realized that he was indeed not on his way.

The dormitory of class 9 is directly opposite to class 1, and the gate of the company is next to class 9. The TV room is at the innermost position, and it is the farthest distance between class [-] and class [-].

There seemed to be no way to go anywhere other than heading straight for the TV room.

"I see that the company commander and the instructors are all here. I'm a little curious, so I'll come here!"

9 squad leader changed his words again.

The company commander didn't say anything, but the instructor pointed to the blackboard newspaper that the army was running and asked.

"How about it, is it okay to apply for this board?"

At this moment, the blackboard newspaper is drawing to a close, only some of the above illustrations are still being beautified.

Squad Leader 9 looked at it carefully and found that the board newspaper was really different, as if it had been printed out and pasted directly on it.

"Very well, it's like a fake."

9 squad leader commented in this way.

"What are you talking about, it looks fake." The instructor said.

Squad leader Ninth said: "This is the board newspaper, just like the section in the newspaper is enlarged, but this board newspaper is too rigid, not as down-to-earth as the board newspaper run by our class."

The instructor was surprised to hear this, he said.

"Your class also ran a blackboard newspaper, but I didn't notify each class to do a blackboard newspaper."

The ninth squad leader said: "Isn't this because our class is enlightened? I thought that the recruit company lacked some promotional things, so I asked Gao Yuan of our class to run a blackboard newspaper. I think it was pretty good. Why don't the instructors Go and have a look!"

The instructor hadn't responded yet, but a bad voice came from the door.

"As for that poor soldier in your class, what kind of good blackboard newspaper can he make, and it's down-to-earth, let me see..."

(End of this chapter)