After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 200: Chapter 151: They Don’t Deserve to Eat!

Chen Zhechang’s gaze had turned sharp:

"Fang... is this how you cheer someone on? It’s more like causing a ruckus!"

Chen Zhechang couldn’t recall Fang Huai’s name at the moment, but he still proceeded to scold loudly.

Fang Huai didn’t speak, and the old soldiers began to grumble as well.

"Yeah, what kind of new recruit is this? He talks a big game!"

"Playing the role of a disciplinary officer and acting like he’s above everyone!"

Huang Yong also couldn’t hold on any longer and let go of the bar, shaking his hand. The calluses on his hands had even started peeling off a bit.

His eyes still held a trace of defiance.

Fang Huai felt somewhat irritated but also internally regretful.

The others were full of fury, adrenal glands pumping, and who knows, maybe this was the moment he’d break through fifty!

The thing with the horizontal bar is strange. The opportunity for a breakthrough often comes in a burst of exertion.

Once you get over that hurdle, there’s a good chance you can do it again in the future.

The ceiling, unlike a physical barrier, is more like a psychological one.

It’s esoteric, but it really exists.

Even if Fang Huai had no increase in strength, his fast breakthrough was also because he kept believing that each time his performance was far from reaching his limit.

But these guys, thinking they were just goofing around, spoke out and disrupted Huang Yong’s zone.

Little Black and Liu Shoulin from the First Squadron were more aware of the situation.

This kid, he truly had what it takes, especially when it came to causing a stir. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Especially Little Black who knew very well that once Fang Huai made a move, it might well set the record for the day.

But that would make him look pretty bad.

After hesitating for a moment, he still laughed and said, "Little Fang, why don’t you come up and do a few?"

Seeing the others’ disgruntled faces, Fang Huai also loosened up his shoulders:

"Alright, shall I give it a try?"

Just as the words left his mouth, Wen Jingsong immediately said:

"Try what? This is the training team! Don’t waste everyone’s time, okay? Fang JiuCha, just do your job! This is the training team’s practice time! Stop hovering around!"

Seeing Fang Huai about to show off again, Wen Jingsong simply wanted him to disappear and not mess with his focus.

Chen Zhechang, in his heart, had already pegged Fang Huai as a troublemaker and was no longer inclined to save face for his role as a disciplinary officer. He waved his hand and said:

"Go, go, go, your Special Duty team has the day off, go upstairs and rest! There’s no need to come during training time, I’ll talk to Instructor Cao later! No good, for the disciplinary tasks, we’ll change to an old soldier!"

As soon as Chen Zhechang spoke up, many of the old soldiers began to chuckle gleefully at Fang Huai’s failed attempt to show off.

Fang Huai, with his moment of pretense thwarted, suddenly lost interest and walked away without a word.

His mind was filled with darkly amusing thoughts.

That state was gone, it was gone.

Should he become a professional actor, he wondered.

Tsk, hahaha...

...

All afternoon, many members of the training team were discussing how impressive the First-class Soldier participating in concentration training was.

During the rope climb, Song Lin went to the training tower to take charge of safety, while Fang Huai helped Chang Ming in the kitchen for the whole afternoon, busying himself here and there, giving Han Yong and Xiao Haishan more time to rest.

Chang Ming even got curious:

"Fang Huai, the parallel bars are your strength, why didn’t you show off a little?"

Fang Huai couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a severe retort:

"Squad leader, they’re too weak. What’s the point in showing off with them? It’s better to learn cooking with you! Now that’s real skill! If there were a Cooking Competition, you’d definitely be our whole corps’ champion!"

Chang Ming laughed heartily, his pride almost overflowing:

"Well said! What’s their showcase even worth? If you want to learn, when I was learning to cook, I even mastered the pinnacle of Sichuan cuisine—Boiled Cabbage in Clear Soup! If I get the chance, I’ll teach you!"

Wow.

Fang Huai was inwardly astonished.

Boiled Cabbage in Clear Soup, a dish where the essence of old hen, old duck, ham hock, ribs, dried scallops, and other ingredients are poured over a single heart of cabbage, was incredibly complex to prepare.

His lips twitched as he said, "Squad leader, I’ve heard of that dish, it’s too expensive. Just for one cabbage heart, I really don’t deserve to eat it!"

"Thump!"

Chang Ming threw the knife in his hand onto the chopping board, the kitchen knife landing firmly in the thick wood, and said earnestly:

"What’s that matter? You are the pillar of our Squadron! If you want to eat it, I’ll talk to the Squadron. Instructor Cao will certainly provide the money for the ingredients!"

He pointed towards the training field and the training team:

"I passed by earlier, and I saw that in the grand Provincial Brigade, the highest number on the parallel bars was only fifty-two! They don’t deserve it! If you were to compete, you’d definitely take first place at the Corps Martial Arts Competition!"

"Hahahaha..."

Laughter burst forth from the canteen.

The two men’s mutual flattery was very merry, making Han Yong and Xiao Haishan very happy as well.

Fang Huai suddenly realized that in the troops, showing off wasn’t the only source of happiness—boasting could be part of it too.

...

After dinner.

Chen Zhechang entered the Squadron Department with his hands clasped behind his back.

Cao Yi and Ye Jiahong were both there.

"Yo, Head Chen, what an honor for us to have you here!" Ye Jiahong stood up to pour him some water.

Chen Zhechang didn’t stand on ceremony, took a seat on the sofa, and said:

"Instructor Cao, can we switch out the person assigned to the disciplinary duty?"

Cao Yi looked up: "What happened?"

Chen Zhechang clicked his tongue and said:

"This afternoon he hung around our training, even causing a commotion with his cheering.

Plus this morning, the moment he turns up, he has people reciting orders. This new recruit is just not steady enough. I’m afraid he’ll disrupt the mentality of the training team!"

Cao Yi frowned and looked up at Chen Zhechang:

"What about this morning? The non-commissioned officers really did something inappropriate, right? If we don’t discipline them, how can we handle it if the whole corps comes down on us?

I noticed that after one scolding this morning, the demeanor has improved a lot today.

What did Fang Huai do to offend you?"

Chen Zhechang, upon hearing this, felt it better not to persist on the issue, since he couldn’t be held responsible if something actually went wrong, and simply said: