After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 214: Chapter 161: This is Called a Misunderstanding

Second floor, Fang Huai bent his body and climbed onto the window.

He actually managed to stand up on that tiny windowsill!

The moment he stood up, he grabbed the second rung of the ladder and threw himself upward, flipping backwards in an instant. With a confident turn, he continued climbing up the ladder!

The three protectors below tightened the safety rope in alarm.

"Don’t pull it too tight!" Fang Huai started shouting again.

Downstairs, those with less than four years of service, were all in awe.

That move, some well-experienced squad leaders had once played with, while some had never seen it before.

Those who had seen it wanted to learn, but the squad leaders wouldn’t allow practice.

Yet, this move, when executed by Fang Huai, showed everyone the utmost skill.

"This kid, is quite talented..." the Chief of Staff couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

In his view, Fang Huai had performed the move much better than the old soldiers in the Martial Arts Competition a few years ago.

An operation lasting just over a dozen seconds was all about fighting for every second. As soon as Fang Huai started climbing the tower, apart from climbing the ladder a bit slowly, he made up time in almost every other aspect!

Zhang Zhongting also wanted to say something, as Fang Huai’s actions ignited the passion he once had during training.

But time flew by quickly.

Halfway up the third floor, Fang Huai felt it was time.

He took one more step, grabbed the edge of the ladder, and leaped into the air!

"Good!!"

Every second was fiercely contested from start to end.

Chen Zhechang shouted, "15 seconds 46!"

"Good!!"

Everyone was shouting praises and clapping their hands.

Exaggerated, so damn exaggerated. A new recruit achieving this score would shame many old soldiers!

The Chief of Staff, however, looked down at his own stopwatch and then raised his hand to show Zhang Zhongting.

His stopwatch displayed 16’’31.

Zhang Zhongting nodded in understanding.

That was the time from Fang Huai’s start to flipping through the window and landing. It would also be the score a seasoned referee would count.

Even that contested second could be declared invalid.

"He was a bit slow in the sprint, climbing the ladder too," Zhang Zhongting judged.

"Mm, this move has a very high risk of error. He managed to go up in one go, without a single mistake... If he trains these two aspects, the results will be phenomenal," said the Chief of Staff as the corner of his mouth lifted, revealing teeth that seemed to jut out slightly.

Zhang Zhongting partly opened his mouth, his tongue made a full circuit inside, a gesture he often used when thinking.

"I’ll talk to him later, get a feel for his thoughts. With such results, he should naturally join the training.

But I also have my own selfish reasons. Whether he does it or not, it all depends on his own wish."

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"Captain Zhang, don’t waste such a pure piece of jade. Even if he’s your own nephew, you should still let him shine and reveal his true colors!

I think he has a very good chance of surpassing He Zhijun!

Next door in Hunan, they’ve been fierce in recent years!

Deng Li, Ceng Yijie, and Hu Zongzhang, this year they claim they’ll win over five individual first places and the team championship!

What about us? Only He Zhijun fights alone, while other competitors barely reach national second-tier levels.

We’re lacking top-notch masters! If we can cultivate a few, we might grab a team award, bringing pride to the whole corps!

All the Detachments are cultivating talents for the whole corps, can our Provincial Brigade afford to lag behind?

All these... will be your future base."

After pondering for a while upon hearing this, Zhang Zhongting shook his head:

"Don’t panic! He has other things going on outside... Ah, this kid, I find him more and more unfathomable. Let me talk to him first.

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The Chief of Staff was left speechless.

He hadn’t expected to encounter such a promising recruit today, especially one who happened to be Captain Zhang’s nephew.

If he had known earlier, he would have brought Captain Li and Political Commissar Cheng along today.

What he referred to was the concentrated training for the big zone in the Southwest region, held in Chongqing.

This year, they planned four periods, each lasting two months. The enrollment for the next period was underway; starting in April, returning in June, just in time for the Martial Arts Competition.

However, these concentrated training slots were precious. Once back, it meant back-to-back intense training. A good number of people ended up with injuries, some even with hidden chronic injuries.

This "polishing" process was excruciating beyond what most could imagine.

It was understandable that Captain Zhang had reservations.

But without this polishing, the upper limits of his abilities would remain unseen.

It was, in essence, "revealing the true colors."

The troops, inevitably, have their own industry jargon.

...

minutes later.

As Fang Huai quickly climbed towards the fourth floor on the rope, his whole body tensed, he executed a Cristiano Ronaldo-like kick, and floated through the window.

Below, a burst of admiration erupted, similar to the reaction of the audience witnessing a pass from Kaka followed by Cristiano Ronaldo’s kick into the goal.

Both kicks were highly spectacular.

It also saved him at least one climb and half the time it would normally take to get through the window.

Those who saw it for the first time could only utterly concede admiration.

"Damn..."

"This window leap... perfect."

"Isn’t that a bit exaggerated? This young brother?"

The soldiers of the Second Squadron tried to remain calm, acting as though they were used to such sights, with some old soldiers even standing with one hand on their hip, pointing at the window and bragging to those familiar with the Training Team:

"That move was taught by Captain Hao. If you want to learn, go ask Captain Hao to teach you."

Immediately, everyone turned around looking for the person.

Captain Hao had disappeared again.

Yes, again.

Whenever his disciple Fang Huai wowed the crowd, he would turn away, reserving his skill and reputation.

The master of stealth.

While people whispered among themselves, Zhao Jinchen was staring intently at the window, reminiscing seriously, muttering:

"He has improved again... This time it’s smoother than before, and the jump was higher... must be because his arm strength has increased."

Standing not far away, Chief of Staff Zhou was fixing a stern gaze on Zhang Zhongting.

"Captain Zhang!"

"Old Zhou, you’re a big team’s leader now, not just a Vice Brigade Captain. Stay calm, stay calm."