The waste is going to strike back

Mu Xin was wearing a neat white military uniform, with a black belt that perfectly outlined his waistline. The ironed clothes had strong lines and simple style, which highlighted Mu Xin's temperament. His slightly long black hair was neatly combed behind his head, revealing his delicate face, adding a bit of seriousness and handsomeness to his elegant and indifferent temperament.

Mu Xin's whole body was like a well-polished sword, ready to be unsheathed.

"It's so beautiful." Countless words of praise surged in Yan Shaohui's heart, and in the end, only these three words came out of his mouth.

Perhaps it is because any other adjectives used to praise firewood seem too cumbersome and redundant.

Mu Xin heard Yan Shaohui's words and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Really? This is my first time wearing a military uniform. It feels so special."

Wearing this military uniform, Mu Xin seemed to feel the soldiers' cries from the depths of their bones and souls.

As if he had undergone a baptism, Mu Xin could not help but straighten his back with a solemn expression, as if there was an invisible force on his shoulders, which made him feel the weight while also giving him a sense of excitement and glory.

Maybe this is the charm of military uniforms, the charm of soldiers.

"The conditions in the army are limited now, so there can't be an awarding ceremony." Yan Shaohui took out a small square box from his arms, "These are the deputy captain's shoulder straps and chest badges. I'll help you put them on."

Mu Xin nodded and obediently let Yan Shaohui put on the shoulder straps and badge representing the deputy captain of a team for him.

Mu Xin is a head smaller than him. When Yan Shaohui got close to Mu Xin, he could smell the fresh and natural scent of shampoo on Mu Xin, which was so pleasant to the touch.

Each team in the legion has a different logo, one reason for this is to distinguish between team members, and the other is to highlight the uniqueness of each team.

The symbol of team one is the soaring dragon, team two is the crouching tiger, team three is the iron leopard, team four is the flying eagle, and team five is the snow wolf.

"Okay, now comes the last step...tying the strips of cloth on your arms."

Mu Xin raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Why tie a strip of cloth?"

"Because there are so many people in the legion, and there are many who are not soldiers in the five teams, so in order to distinguish the members of each team and to distinguish them from other ordinary soldiers, there is such a set of rules, at least to avoid confusion. Wear a cloth strip on the arm representing the color of each team."

The levels are clearly divided: Team One is Gold, Team Two is Silver, Team Three is Orange, Team Four is Blue, and Team Five is Purple.

"Also, each team member must wear a badge with their team's logo on their clothes. The captain wears black, the vice-captain wears white, and the team members wear military green."

"The level division is really obvious." Mu Xin curled his lips and complained.

Yan Shaohui tidied up the hair around Mu Xin's ears and said with a smile, "Although it is a bit troublesome, it will be troublesome at the beginning, and it won't be too troublesome later."

Mu Xin thought about it and felt that it was right.

After all, there are many people in the legion, and Team Five is specially set up to find resources to fight zombies. If they are not distinguished, it will be time-consuming and laborious for so many people to find their teammates. If they encounter an emergency task to count the number of people, it will definitely be a mess.

It would be better to divide it into smaller parts from the beginning, which would also help in managing the soldiers.

"Okay, let's go." Yan Shaohui tied a beautiful knot on Mu Xin's arm with a golden cloth strip, and then wanted to lead Mu Xin out, but Mu Xin did not move.

Yan Shaohui looked back at him in confusion, and Mu Xin said, "Where's the thing on your arm?"

"I forgot in a hurry." Yan Shaohui felt his arm and found that it was indeed not tied, so he replied.

"Give me the things and I'll tie them for you." Mu Xin stretched out his hand towards Yan Shaohui.

Yan Shaohui's eyes were a little frozen. He looked at Mu Xin, then took out a golden cloth strip from his pocket and asked Mu Xin to tie it for him.

Looking at Mu Xin's serious profile, Yan Shaohui was in a trance.

He smiled and teased, "Xiao Xin, doesn't this look like when two newlyweds put wedding rings on each other's fingers during a wedding?"

Mu Xin's busy hands paused, and then his ears suddenly turned red.

"Neuropathy."

Mu Xin hurriedly tied the cloth strip on Yan Shaohui's arm and turned away.

And how could Yan Shaohui let Mu Xin go?

He grabbed the other person... (Editor's note QAQ)

Mu Xin's eyes suddenly widened.

"Hey... Ugh!!!"

Mu Xin gradually felt that he was unable to breathe, and the air in his chest gradually became thinner.

The man pinched his earlobe and said.

"Breathe through your nose, idiot."

"Well!"

Mu Xin opened her watery eyes, which contained confusion and bewilderment, and her hands tightly grasped the collar of Yan Shaohui's shirt.

"Is it okay for me to ask for a reward? After all, I just helped you." Yan Shaohui said shamelessly.

"..."Mu Xin rolled his eyes to show his respect.

After Yan Shaohui finished speaking, he walked away with a swagger, leaving Mu Xin alone staring at his back.

Although the distance is a thing of the previous life.

Okay, he admitted that he was shy, but as a man it was really... embarrassing!

Mu Xin wiped his face, sighed, and followed him out.